6WF Presents - Betrayal!! Sunday 27th January 2013

“Limo Wreck” blares out of the speakers as the crowd pop loudly, and for a few moments nothing happens. Keith Leone then slowly walks out from behind the curtain as the crowd cheer loudly again, and he stares out at them from below his hood. Leone then unstraps the belt from around his waist and raises it into the air, before slapping it back over his shoulder and walking down to the ring. Leone remains staring at the ring, before rolling into the ring and then walking to the far side and calling for a microphone. Leone then stands in the middle of the ring and waits for the crowd reaction to die down finally before he begins to speak.

Leone: You know, they say that life’s a bitch and then you die, and at the rate I’m going, I’m not going to make it to Betrayal itself.

The crowd fall into a slight sense of shock as Leone slowly drops his hood and a tired look is visible across his face, before Leone starts to speak again.

Leone: I knew the day I finally won this Championship, I’d become a marked man. Heck, I’ve been here before in 6CW and had all of the pressures that came with it, the difference is the sense of respect that came with the World Title in 6CW. With this belt though came attacks from every angle, each week a new man has come out of the wood-work, thinking he “deserves” this title and is going to take me down to get it. Now it’d be a lie to say that this wasn’t finally starting to get to me, as you can plainly see; I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t been able to put my feet up and just watch TV, because every time I do so, I see another guy gunning for me. This feeling is driving me crazy, it’s got me always on edge, and it’s the feeling that I have missed so much.

I haven’t this alive since I was fighting for my very career against Genesis, and look how that turned out for me. I’ve missed the sensation of not knowing what’s about to happen next, I’ve missed being the guy who isn’t in control of the situation. You see its all well and good being the man with the “master plan”, but it never seems to work out just how you want it to. Now yes, when I came back, I did ultimately attain my goal of beating Crime Lord, but I didn’t get to destroy him in the manner of which I hoped to accomplish. I instead got the fight of my life, which then led onto me getting the World Title, and finally me finishing most nights on my back, staring up at the arena lights. So yeah, plans are over-rated, and very soon people are going to see exactly how dangerous it is to poke a wild animal. Week after week, these attacks have not only tired me, they’ve angered me to a point of no empathy. When I see a guy take a cheap shot now, I don’t feel upset or angered, I just think it’s tough on them and if they don’t like it, they need to get out of the pit. It’s no longer a case of myself and the World, there is just me now; how I feel is what really counts, what’s happened to me is the only thing of importance, and that’s a very dangerous mind-set my opponents now have to face me in.

Speaking of which, I guess we should see the three guys who’ve stepped up this time around to try and take my title from me. First of all a man who I really have had no contact with in my career, the great internet sensation that is Cobra. Now people call me the new darling, but you were their darling for years on end. All I ever heard was how Cobra was the “top guy”, the “unsung hero of 6WF”, and even though that may have been true for a while, it did very quickly become boring to read on the dirt sheets. Yes, I respect you Cobra, and I respect all of the hard work you put in to try and further both 6WF and 6CW, but have you ever considered the fact that you weren’t actually an “unsung hero”, and you actually just weren’t good enough to be the star of a company. You had all the tools to do the job, but instead you ended up floundering around both companies, not some mid-card nobody, but not a not a top guy either. It’s for that very reason that in 5 years, no-one is going to remember the name Cobra in 6CW or 6WF. Sure your name will float around the net with that cult following of yours, but is that really why you gave your blood, sweat and tears for 6CW and 6WF? But as I see it, you’ve got your shot now to rectify everything, to prove that you do have what it takes to achieve immortality in this federation, by knocking off the man who has proven himself as the top dog wherever I have been. You beat me, all of those years of frustration go out the window, suddenly you get a World Title reign that matters and people may remember, but unfortunately for you, it’s just not going to happen. At Betrayal you’re once again just going to come up short, and that’s not just because you’re mind can’t let you win, it’s not just because after years of failure you’ve forgotten how to win, it’s simply because against me, you’re just not good enough. I suggest for your sanity’s sake Cobra, you get used to stewing in your mediocrity, because when it’s all said and done and you look back on your career, it’ll drive you to distraction.

But hey, at least Cobra will be able to say he was a World Champion one point, unlike say… Marshall Murdoch. Yes, the man who from a team of guys where one is best known as a friend of JJ, one is a bank robber, one drank vimto, and yet Marshall is still the let-down of the group. I mean come on Marshall, you’ve got to realise where you fit in, and that’s as the lap-dog of McGraw, not in a World Title match. Now I know you’re going to bark at me for saying that, telling me how you’ve beaten the top names in the company, but like the Saint, you’ve beaten the top names when they weren’t even at the top of their game. You beat Abe Abercorn recently, whoop-de-doo, this current Abe Abercorn is a very thin shadow of the man who could main event at Born in Fire. You live off this idea that because you were in a good tag team 2 years ago, that now you’ve earned the right to go around demanding your title shots. Well you’ve forgotten one of the key lessons of life with that move Marshall, be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it. Danny can give you all the shots you want against me, whether they are singles matches and a chance to prove you do actually have the guts to face me in a match, or multi-person matches where you can try and hide it out from me and get a cheap win. It really doesn’t matter to me though, because you’re just the kind of sleaze that made me grow to loathe this place back when I left. I got tired of the corporate bag carriers, who just sang the praises of their precious masters, in order to get what they wanted. I mean before you there was the Association, there was TGA, heck, there was even the Saint at one point. You need to figure out you’re nothing new here, and in fact, you’re just the embodiment for all of my hate and bitterness I have felt towards this company, and that kick at Lockdown was what really sealed your fate. I’m not going to miss the chance to beat the hell out of you at Betrayal Marshall, and when you’re licking your wounds in the back after our match, you can just think that you have being McGraw’s stooge to thank for the beating you took.

But as much as I loathe you Marshall, somehow the big wigs of 6WF have managed to find someone who I hate even more here, someone who it physically makes me urge on occasions when I see his success, my old buddy Chris Patricks. Now don’t get me wrong, Chris is one of the few guys who I have considered a friend in this business, he has saved my skin before, and for that I am grateful, but what he has done with all of his talent and success is what still drives me insane. When we first got here, we both came in with separate ideologies; I said that I didn’t want friends and family, as it meant I only had to look out for one guy, and that has always served me well, you on the other hand decided you wanted to be popular, and always have someone watching your back, and that somehow got you a World Title. Now although I didn’t agree with it, I respected the fact you had an ideology and had the guts to stick with it, but that proved to be an error in judgement from me. The moment the going got tough for you, you abandoned your morals and very family, just to get back to the top. You didn’t care which of your “friends” you stabbed in the back, as long as it got you to where you wanted to be, and it’s that very abandonment of principles which made me sick. You burnt bridges and then whined and complained when they weren’t there to come back to; I mean this whole charade of getting your family back is just so that someone can tell you that you’re not a complete failure in this company. The problem you have though Chris, is that any lingering friendship we had left is now gone, now that I see in person the pathetic pile of manure you have become, I at least have solace knowing that I’m not fighting with the same Chris Patricks I knew long ago. As much as I am going to gain pride at kicking Cobra back down to where he should be, and as much fun as I am going to have beating Marshall and my past demons into a bloodied pulp, the thing I am going to most enjoy at Betrayal is that look on your face at the end of the match when I am standing tall with the 6WF World Title and you’re forced to look up and realise no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be as good as me.

Now I know that the three of you will be dying to come down to this ring and shut my mouth after everything I’ve said, so I’m just going to wait here for one of you to come and try, and trust me, I’ve got all the time in the world.

The fans cheer as Keith Leone goes and rests on the top rope facing the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponents.

Just as Keith Leone has finished speaking the lights in the arena go down, and a video is played out on the titantron illuminating the arena

MW: A huge win for Patricks here tonight...wait there...

RJ: Where the hell is Leone going?

Keith Leone steps into the ring, he is staring at Chris Patricks who smirks back. Leone holds up the 6WF Title belt above his head and the two continue to stare down..

RJ: Patricks sending a message?

Patricks points towards the belt and then stares down Leone once more...suddenly the crowd descend into boos.

MW: What the hell?

RJ: MARSHALL MURDOCH!

MW: YES! THIS IS BRILLIANT!

Marshall Murdoch sprints out through the crowd, he rolls into the ring behind Patricks and then shoves him into Leone who topples back. Patricks spins around and is KO’d by the Lights Out(Codebreaker).

Leone gets to his feet, he runs towards Murdoch who nails the Marshall Law on the champion! Murdoch then picks up the 6WF Title...

Just as the video finishes a familiar voice is heard amongst the darkness

‘Did you enjoy that Keith, in fact did all the good folk in attendance enjoy that?’

(The crowd start booing as a sole spotlight from the rafters illuminates Marshall Murdoch, who is sat on the entrance stage, the rest of the arena continues to be in darkness)

MM: ‘You see I really hope you all enjoyed that, for that was just the second week of the Marshall Murdoch era and wasn’t it something special? But the reason I hoped you all enjoyed it is because that sort of thing is going to happening on a pretty regular basis now, so if you don’t enjoy it now you’re going to have to learn to love it in time.’

(Marshall looks at Leone in the ring)

MM: ‘Now if you can bare with me for just a few minutes Keith, I’ve got some things I need to get off my chest, I’ll get round to you later don’t worry.’

‘The problem for me since I returned is that I have been winning match after match, after match, I have been the form guy in 6WF! Yet I have continued to be overlooked in favour of those less worthy, I mean I wasn’t even given a chance to qualify for the ladder matches for god’s sake!

‘And then I looked at the card for the previous Lockdown, and quite frankly I was disgusted at the position I found myself in, I realised that something simply had to change. I mean here was 6WF’s hottest property stuck in match with someone who goes round kissing babies in a desperate attempt to get these morons to chant his name, Rod Stewart, Bernie Ahern, Mike ‘the guy who’s been the next big thing for the last 5 years’ Hill – don’t you think it’s time to change that nickname now Mike? Oh and Crocodile Dundee.’

‘By the way Max I am sorry for spoiling your little ‘undefeated in 2013’ streak, but I carried you to victory the previous week, and then you repay me but pulling a stupid, selfish stunt like that? Well I’m sorry, but you only get one chance with me and you blew it big style, and seeing the desperate look that flashed across your face as I abandoned you was all the revenge I needed, it also gave me ample confirmation that I was doing the right thing, and you were simply not worth my time and effort. Oh and speaking of desperate will you please tell that whore that seems permanently attached to you that I’m simply not interested, I get steak at home, I don’t need to go to her for a bit of chicken fillet.

‘You see over the past few weeks I’ve realised that all the time I’ve been here I’ve been doing someone else’s dirty work, whether it be Mr McGraw, Crime Lord or dirty uncle Kevin, at least I think that’s what he’s calling himself these days and that I have been constantly overlooked, I mean I’ve been here for two years plus and how many one on one World title shots have I had? I’ll tell you, a big fat zero, that’s how many, compare that to someone like TGA, how many title shot’s has he had? Too fucking many, to be honest I’ve lost count, it seemed to be one every other week until he finally won one by hook or crook, yet how many of them did he actually earn? Again, a big fat zero, suddenly all this hit home and I realised that it was time to look after number one for a change.’

‘So I decided to take matters into my own hands, I saw an opportunity and as you’ve seen I decided to take it’

(The crowd start booing louder at this point)

‘How dare you boo me! Like anyone of you wouldn’t have done the same! I’ll bet 99% of you hate your jobs, hate your position in life, yet don’t have the guts to do anything about it, don’t hate me just because I’ve lived the dream and did what you just can’t do.’

‘Oh and I would like to publicity thank Mr McGraw for allowing me to take that opportunity, Mr McGraw realizes all the good work I’ve done for him, and this is ample reward for the sacrifices I have made. And look at my fellow challengers on Sunday, two men who have nothing but slag off McGraw over the past few months, yet he has put personal feelings aside and done what is best for business. And that my friends is why McGraw is the perfect man to lead 6WF, for he is an equal opportunities employer, with 6WF’s best interests at the forefront of his mind.’

‘Speaking of my opponents on Sunday, that brings me to just about the only part of your little speech that I agreed with, Cobra. Like you I firmly believe that Cobra is no threat in this match, we are talking a man who has not been relevant for years, the ‘internet favourite’, the plucky little underdog, but the plucky little underdog never actually wins do they? I don’t see that pattern changing here, still it’ll be a nice little pay day for you, something to tell the grandkids about.’

‘Then there’s Chris Patricks, a man who I have fought on a number of occasions, and a man who I do have a begrudging amount of respect for, there is no doubt that someone with his talent deserves to be around the man event scene, and is a worthy opponent. However he does have one major flaw, he is as mentally week as they come, he is fundamentally unstable as exemplified by his stint in McCleans, I mean we all – including me – have had our problems, and I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I haven’t dealt with them in the best way, I mean I’ve turned to drugs, religion, all sorts, but I’ve never resorted to the quacks. And that is why Patricks is no danger in this match, when the opportunity arises for him I have no doubt that all the old demons will return, and he will be unable to get the job done.’

‘And then there’s you’ (Marshall finally stands up, and at this moment the lights in the arena go back up so that the crowd can finally see Leone again)

‘Now you I do have a problem with, Keith fucking Leone waltzes back in after how long, 2 years Keith? Whatever it was it certainly wasn’t long enough, but come back you did, and you’ve come back to opportunity after opportunity, what exactly have you done to deserve that? Run rule over the Welsh premier league of wrestling federation’s? Beat Crime Lord? The same Crime Lord who is a shadow of his former self these days? Isn’t that exactly what you were saying I’ve been doing with Abercorn? Can you smell the hypocrisy ladies and gentleman?

‘See I remember the last time you stood in a 6WF ring as a 6WF wrestler, well maybe stood is a bad choice of phrase, and technically you were carried out of said ring, at the hands of Trevor Swann of all people! The same Trevor Swann who routinely buggers off without so much of a whisper whenever things get tough, well he owned you that day and ended quite possibly the worst freeweight title reign of all time. Because we all know that’s your level don’t we Keith? Deep down you know that you should be competing amongst all the other also ran’s and weapon swinging freaks in the elimination chamber, and you are an embarrassing and unworthy champion.’

‘But never feel people for come Sunday, I will end this reign of embarrassment, I will give you a champion you can be proud of and I ... WILL... SAVE... 6WF!’

‘For what you experienced on Friday Keith was just a glimpse into your future, the only difference come Betrayal is that the Marshall Law will be swiftly followed by the 1,2,3 and the announcement of ‘Your neeeeewwwwww 6WG heavyweight champion of the Woooorrrlddddd! Marshall Murdoch!!!!’

‘For on Friday, there was only one name on everybody’s lips, and that was mine, Marshall Murdoch. And come Sunday that will be exactly the same, well not exactly the same I suppose, you see after Sunday it won’t be followed by the words ‘best never to win a World Championship’, and it will simply be followed by the words ‘officially the best.’

‘For whether you realise it now or not, it doesn’t really matter, for I am the chosen one, I am the man to lead 6WF to new heights, but come Sunday you will all have to acknowledge that you are all living in the era of Murdoch!’

‘So enjoy that championship whilst you still have it Keith, because it won’t be there for much longer.’

The cameras begin to roll and we appear in a packed 6WF arena, giant posters off all the superstars hang down from ceilings. The camera pans around the arena showing sections of the crowd cheering and holding up signs with encouraging messages for their favourite superstars, the camera then makes its way round to the announce table where RJ and Michael Wire are sat waiting.

RJ: Well Folks we are just one week away from Betrayal and what a PPV we have in store.

MW: That’s right RJ, There isn’t a match scheduled at Betrayal that doesn’t deserve to be a main event. Every match has the potential to be an instant classic.

RJ Is about to add a further comment when the lights go out, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly changes as the people in attendance wait with bated breath, here and there screams of excitement can be heard piercing the silence.

RJ: It seems we are going to hear from one of our many superstars, Michael

MW: Please let it be one of the none boring ones

Red and silver pyro’s explode from the stage floor illuminating the arena as Last Resort begins to reverberate from the speakers; the crowd all rise to their feet and show their appreciation for Sheffield raised superstar.

RJ: Looks like you got your wish Michael

MW: Did I?

Geoff Steel steps out from behind the curtain to a rapturous reception; Geoff is wearing his usual attire of a silver hoodie with dark jeans with holes ripped at the knee. Geoff shows his acknowledgement to the crowd by posing for photos at either side of the stage before starting to make his decent to the ring.

RJ: This past week on Lockdown Steel was granted his match with Hero and with it a chance to get some revenge.

MW: Or another beating

Steel is now down at ringside shaking hands with some of the children on the front row, he makes his way around to the announce table and collects a microphone before climbing into the ring. Steel poses on the ring posts drawing more cheers from the crowd, as the crowd settle he jumps down stands in the centre of the ring and composes himself. Steels music begins to fade and he lifts the microphone to his mouth.

GS: Thank you as always for that reception I honestly can’t say it enough times, it makes coming out here week in week out that much easier, and you wouldn’t believe how much I am able to feed of the energy you create. I will need all that energy you can muster this coming Sunday at Betrayal because at long last the paper pushers in the back have decided to give me exactly what I have been craving a chance to get some overdue payback. What I’m wanting from you guys this time though is not for your help in winning the match, no that’s already in the bag there’s no way in letting this coward get even close to a victory, it’s a strange request but what I want from you is for you to still stick by me after I give this Anti-Hero the biggest ass kicking he’s ever had the pleasure of receiving. Seven days Hero, seven days you can almost count them on one hand, just about enough days left for you to get all your affairs in order. Seven days for you sweat blood and tears and come Sunday to still fall far short of the bar with nobody else to blame but yourself.

RJ: Steel showing some confidence ahead of his match

MW: I don’t actually think he knows who he’s getting on the ring with

GS: I warned you Hero, I told you that time was running out for you. I gave you chance after chance to settle this on your own terms and you just kept on running and hiding, well now that choice has been taken away from you and by Alex Walker none the less, how times have changed. Oh but of course I’m missing the most important part of this arrangement if you choose to still be a coward and boycott our match you are instantly gone from 6WF, now although I would much prefer you to be removed from the arena on a stretcher, I think I would just about manage to cope with the knowledge that this company is much better off without you I suppose we all have to make sacrifices. What I still want to know though Hero and I want to know this whether your still a part of 6WF or not is why? Why you even started all this, I’ve been asking all these weeks and you have failed on every occasion to give me a simple answer why? Hero, why? I’ve been going over it in my head again and again and again and still can’t come up with a logical answer other than your just plain crazy. There is no other explanation for it why else would you cost me the match then act like nothing ever happened and just expect me to accept it and not come seeking answers, I guess if you won’t give me what I want willingly I’ll just have to beat some sense into until the real truth is forthcoming.

Steel waits few moments pacing the ring, the crowd begin to chant his name.

GS: Some may call me a fool Hero for giving you all these chances to come clean and explain your actions, but frankly I don’t care I want to know. So why don’t you come out here Hero and grace us with your presence I promise I won’t lay a finger on you I can refrain myself for a few more days. Who knows if your answer is satisfactory it may save you from the majority of beating your about to receive, It will have to be one heck of a story mind minus the usual crap that spurts out your mouth. What you say hero you finally feeling Brave today?

RJ: I think Steel maybe waiting a while

MW: Good, hopefully he will learn he has no authority around here.

Steel leans against the ropes looking up at the stage expectantly, as the crowd cheer backing him all the way.

Eliminate the right
Eliminate the wrong
Eliminate the weak
Eliminate the strong
Eliminate your feelings
Eliminate too late
Eliminate the hope
Eliminate

"Lonely Boy" by the Black Keys starts to play immediately, the crowd immediately start jeering. There's a pause, the music continues to play for longer than usual before Max Adamson eventually walks out to the ring, without Clarissa. He has both arms extended out to his side, he is wearing his gold ring attire but with a hooded top with the slogan "Marissa > Speidi".

MW: Adamson looks focused ahead of the Elimination Chamber Arj.

RJ: No sign of Clarissa tonight, I wonder if there's any significance in that.

MW: What are you, a former News of the World journalist?! She's probably doing her hair or nails or something ahead of the show.

RJ: Michael Wire everyone, 6WF's voice of equality...

Adamson is at the bottom of the ramp, he looks above him at the Elimination Chamber itself, hanging menacingly over the ring. His expression doesn't change at all, he walks round to near the commentators and is very formal as he stands in front of RJ and Wire, Adamson takes a microphone from on top of the announce table and speaks.

Max: Michael. RJ. In one of the toughest main events in recent history, I, Max Adamson, will endeavour to defeat five other men, inside that.

Adamson points up at the Chamber

Max: And if I succeed, my prize is the 6WF Freeweight Championship. What a sight that would be, what an everlasting memory for these fans to behold. The sight of Max Adamson holding the Freeweight Title aloft as the fans can't believe what they've witnessed. Whether they boo Max Adamson or cheer Max Adamson, they will be astonished by Max Adamson. The sight of all these fans leaving Betrayal with the memory of Max Adamson winning the Freeweight Championship inside the Elimination Chamber would top anything ever witnessed in 6WF. There's only one slight problem... Its not the main event, is it.

Adamson stares at RJ and Wire who shake their heads at Adamson to answer no.

Max: No. No it isn't. It should be. But it isn't. This is the point where I would go off on one about how the management have been overlooking me, or something, but no, its not the management's fault they had to push this match down the card. This match has almost everything. It has the demonic Elimination Chamber. It has a Championship on the line. It has 5 hungry challengers, and yes, I'm even including Nay Bother in that. Do you know what is missing RJ? Michael? Well I'll tell you. It's missing a credible Champion.

The crowd boo and a loud "Kenty" chant starts up, which Adamson briefly notes but then ignores.

Max: It's missing a credible Champion RJ, because Mr Kenty is not somebody who defends a Championship in the main event of a pay per view. He's just not main event material. He's got an old, outdated and stolen gimmick of announcing himself and repeating his surname, he's beaten literally nobody of relevance before and during his Freeweight Title reign, and the man is simply put, a massive hypocrite. He's the one who visits schools, being Mr Nice Guy... NICE GUY... And making out like he's some kind of hero. The very same man who, when I actually showed him some respect last week, took it upon himself to walk to this very ring while Clarissa and I were stood here, and instigated and delivered a vitriol filled and frankly disgusting verbal assault on us. It makes me sick that you people continue to cheer this man.

The crowd boo again as Adamson sneers.

Max: Kenty walked out to the ring and he spewed hatred and jealousy out of his poop mouth. Do you know something, I used to work for this place years ago, way back when. The Freeweight Championship was known as the Internet Championship. The Internet Championship was a title held in a very high regard back then. It was a title that was held by somebody's, rather than it's current nobody. The Internet Championship was carried around by River Ace, Hobo, JJ Johnson, Abe Abercorn, you know, before the watered down version of Abe showed up... Saint, Hero and Duke Dylan Debadguy. Whether you love them or hate them, those men made that Internet slash Freeweight Championship credible. Back then, it used to mean something. What the Freeweight Championship needs to revert back to being credible is Captain Australia himself Max Adamson. The Freeweight Championship needs to be saved. Mr Kenty, your time is up. My five opponents will talk about how they need to win the Freeweight Championship. For the future, integrity and security of the Freeweight Championship, the Freeweight Championship needs Max Adamson to win.

As Steel continues to rest against the ropes Anti-Hero's music blasts out of the speakers and he focuses upon the ramp. The crowd bristle in anticipation, voicing their disapproval with jeers and chants, yet several seconds go by and no-one appears and the music stops.

RJ: What's going on? Anti-Hero having last minute nerves?

The music kicks in again, but instead of the spotlight beaming down on the entrance ramp it circles the crowd and then focuses up on one of the executive boxes where Anti-Hero is sat looking down upon the masses. The crowd recognise him and begin to vilify him but he simply opens his arms in gesture for them to ramp it up further.

AH: Evening Mr Steel. So the match is made, cast iron contract apparently, Hero the 8 time champion, the 2 time Undisputed Champion, the first Grand Slam Champion, the first active Legends Club inductee versus Geoff Steel, a one time loser. But its not quite that watertight is it Geoff?

RJ: What's he getting at? We saw Alex Walker state that it would be Steel v Hero at Betrayal, that if Hero chickened out then his contract would be ripped up.

AH: See Steel, that match is made, there's no denying that, but who's it between? You certainly, your name is on the contract but where's mine?
The name is no longer Hero is it Geoff? it's Anti-Hero. The guy you're facing simply no longer exists so I'm terribly sorry but due to what I can only describe as inept paperwork then our match cannot go ahead. I'm gutted too Geoff, I really am, I was so looking forward to making an example of you but think of the consequences now if the match was to go forward?
What if I released the animal within me? What if I inflicted a career threatening injury to you, the insurance companies wouldn't cover it as the names wouldn't match, simply put Geoff the match cannot be sanctioned for risk of your safety.

RJ: What an utter weasel! A technical error of the most minute details and he's using it to squirm his way out of a match.

AH: One thing I wanted to clarify though. I've been crystal clear Geoff on exactly why I cost you the chance to climb the ladder to unhook the TAW title, you are not worthy to wear it. It's that simple. I've sat at home and Ive watched the most pathetic displays of wrestling and what this joke of a management team deem as 'entertainment' and for someone such as yourself to even be considered the grade to reach the highest echelon is a damning indictment of the state of this federation today. No wonder Mr 6WF, oh yeah Ive got the testicular fortitude to mention him, upped sticks and made his own fed, the rats fleeing the sinking ship, hell if Mr Alex Walker wants to carry out his idle threats then I'm sure Ill be treated with the respect that I truly deserve in the playa's fed.

RJ: I think the management team may be having words with Hero after this.

AH: And that's part of the problem isn't it Geoff, you're a yes man. You get into matches like the world title match at Payback because you turn up on time, you slap a few kids hands, sign the autographs and do as you're told, a brown-nose, a sycophant, a cookie cut star that's the safe option. The guys upstairs know you'll not speak out of your place, that you'll bow your head and nod in the right places when told, you're a puppet and they pull your strings. So quickly Geoff, run along backstage, have them feed you a few lines about what exactly you can do next to get them the match they want...

“They Say” by Scars on Broadway hits and the red haze descends around the stage. Bright golden spotlights shine through the dense, crimson mist and scan the arena, then the crowd begin to boo as Cassius Zhi appears on the stage, as if from within the cloud. Zhi stares out into the hostile crowd, emotionlessly scanning the faces immediately before him, then starts to make his way down to the ring. Zhi helps himself a microphone from ringside and stops to stare menacingly at the eerily silent commentators, particularly RJ. After an uncomfortable stand-off, Cassius eventually breaks his stare and climbs into the ring. He slowly steps into the centre, staring out into the crowd, as his music dies. He begins to talk, deliberately slowly, continuing to simply stare into the audience at nothing or no-one in particular.

Cassius : They say fortune favours the brave. Fortes fortuna adiuvat.

It’s a phrase I have seen burnt onto the wilful eyes of so many who have challenged me before. A mantra for the hopeful souls who have embarked upon my challenge of such soul-crushing hopelessness. A proverb I have lovingly deconstructed as easily as I have all of those brave opponents.

Cassius breaks his stare to look down at his bare feet, then turns to address the camera beside him

Cassius : I look into the eyes of Lex Hart, and I see the same transcription tattooed beneath them, shining out with the same golden rays of hope, yet waiting to be disproved once again. I see those golden rays of hope, that chancer’s glint in the eye, because Lex Hart clearly has no need to involve himself in my actions, yet he does so. And the only logical explanation is that he too, like all those others before him, believes in the power of those three words.

Fortes fortuna adiuvat.

Cassius begins to slowly pace the length of the ring. He leans on the top rope of the side facing the commentators, but doesn’t look down at RJ, instead looking into the crowd once more.

Cassius : Lex Hart believes he still has something to prove. That his impressive CV is lacking that one headline achievement that will lead him to his… fortune. And it is this belief… this empty space on his résumé… that seizes hold of Lex Hart from within, and leads him by addiction’s leash into my path.

Cassius allows himself a sly grin, in his first show of emotion since he arrived

Cassius : But that isn’t bravery is it Lex Hart? That is necessity. That is addiction. It is not… bravery! And nor is distracting me from behind… when I am preoccupied… with other things (Cassius looks down at RJ menacingly). Interrupting me in the middle of an exclusive interview… and laying down a gauntlet from a safe distance.

Cassius looks back from RJ, and back to the camera at ringside, staring into it dead-eyed

Cassius : That is not bravery Lex Hart. No matter how gallant your actions would appear. And neither is a sneak pinfall followed by a hasty retreat to your safe distance. So unlike the others, the Uryu’s, the TGA’s, the General Sanchez’ of this world, I won’t disprove this proverb as a myth… I will instead invalidate your claim to bravery as one. Not just a myth… but a bare faced lie!

Cassius’ eyes begin to widen with aggressive excitement now, as if antagonistically staring deeper into the camera lens and straight at Lex.

Cassius : You’re the very opposite of brave, Hart… you are just a passenger of fate. You have been a passenger your whole damn life. No control. No influence. Your whole career has been spent doing what you NEEDED to do to live up to Bret, or Owen, or Davey Boy… not what you WOULD DO if you were to exercise your own free will. You have simply done what your history has dictated you should do, not what your bravery inspires you to do. You are a wrestler because history has dictated you should be a wrestler, just as you are a Hart because history dictates you are a Hart! You’re not here through any choice of your own, Lex… you were swept here on a bloodstream.

And the only way in which you have lived up to Uncle Bret, Lex, is that just like him, you have been too busy screwing around to notice your employer screwing YOU! Just like Good Old Uncle Bret was too blinded by staring too closely at the Sunny, you have been too pre-occupied with Jessica to notice Alex Walker and Danny McGraw leading you into the path of one almighty Shockwave that will destroy you before you destroy their company!

RJ : What the hell is Cassius talking about? There is absolutely no proof, or even an indication that Lex Hart has anything to do with Miss Jessica anymore. The maniac is a paranoid mess! A jealous, paranoid, psychopath!

MW : Sssssh… have you not learnt anything for god’s sake? Shut the hell up.

Cassius : Or is this what this is all actually about Lex? Because I refuse to believe that it is anything to do with the wellbeing of that piece of shit Johnson-cheerleader at ringside, who had better take Wire’s advice before I rip his damn throat out. Have you realised that your Fortuna, doesn’t favour the brave at all? That she favours the powerful. She favours… THE BEST!

Cassius’ sly grin returns

Cassius : That no matter how little favour she receives in return… she is addicted to me.

Is that it Hart?

Cassius patronisingly shakes his head

Cassius : Again… that is not bravery. It is simply pathetic, fatally-flawed, human-nature.

Cassius turns around to face the stage, his arms spread wide, flexing his lean muscular frame

Cassius : COME, HART! COME PROVE ME WRONG! COME LEX, AND PROVE YOUR BRAVERY… RIGHT NOW!

Not when my back is turned!
Not when I’m preoccupied with the doling out of deserved punishment!
BUT NOW!

Fortes fortuna adiuvat, Lex!

Come and find out why our Fortuna will ALWAYS…. favour… ME!

Be Myself echoes out through the speakers and the fans rise up en masse as Lex confidently walks out through the curtain, Cassius stands in the ring twitching, he cracks his neck as he focuses his sights on Lex

Lex is dressed in black jeans and a Jessica Rabbit t shirt, he pats his chest and salutes the crowd as he stands at the top of the ramp

Lex slowly walks down the ramp staring intently at Cassius, taking a few seconds now and then to meet the fans he reaches the announce table and shakes RJ’s hand before reaching for a microphone.

Lex starts to walk round the ring

LH Cassius, Cassius, Cassius – Here we go again with the drivel, the constant diatribe of nothingness. Whilst yes I agree there is an addiction in place here I can't help but feel it is you Cassius and your addiction to the sound of your own voice.

The crowd laugh

LH: Over and over again. Blah blah blah. Why don’t you do everybody a favour and shut the hell up!!!!!!

Cassius mouths ‘come make me’

LH: Oh there is time for actions Cassius but let’s save that for the main course, this is merely the amuse bouche, this is my time to speak. But this is when you stand there in silence and show the levels of obedience that your opressors have beat into you

Cassius goes to speak but is cut off by Lex

LH: You have thrown out some accusations and now is my time to answer

Lex stops to think for a second

LH: Three little words eh Cassius, this is what you’re going with. That somehow by throwing myself into battle I am attempting to erase my past and rewrite my future??

That by showing bravery, fortune will shine down upon me?? – Do you really think me that foolish?

Has my past not shown you anything? – You say I have been a passenger of fate and to a degree yes that is correct but not all I have done nor will do is already written.

Yes I am a wrestler. A path followed by my father and his family alike. But I am not here because of some predetermined road map. I am not a slave to my past, I do not obsess over matters that are out of my hands, of things I can not change.

I am at peace with what I have done, who I have done (Lex winks at Cassius). I am the best I can be.

The best there ever will be is something that others can decide.

A Lex chants starts around the arena

Lex smiles
LH: I am a changed man Cassius, times gone by I would have applauded what you have done. I would have made sure I got the final kick in as the man was down

But that was then

And this is now…..

And that is the difference between me and you. I have changed, I have evolved, I have grown and you have just become more bitter more twisted.

You focus on the past whilst I have learnt from it

I do not let jealousy guide my actions

I accept that It is out of my hands.

Lex looks at Cassius

Are you at peace Cassius? – Are you free from obsession, jealousy? – From where I stand. I see a broken man desperate to impress

A man who had it all but let it fall from his grasp because of a need to end JJ Johnson.

An obsession.
It is something I can empathise with.

The fire that burns inside, that desire to destroy everything in your path

But I assure Cassius I know, I have walked in those shoes , the path that you take leads only to damnation . Let me make this clear you are not on a journey that will bring you to what you desire
The prize you seek is not there waiting for you, the destruction the devastation it is all fruitless


Lex smiles at Cassius

LH: She does not want you!!!

Cassius : AND SHE WANTS YOU?

Cassius’ eyes flare up with rage as he spits his words over the ropes in the direction of Lex.

Cassius : Another performing seal for the overcrowded pool of 6WF? Another one to jump through her hoops? You think Jessica wants that? Do you think Jessica wants a changed man Lex? Or one who has the strength to stay true to his convictions… convictions which make the whole damn world shake with fear?

Change is just an admission of defectiveness, Hart. And you arrived back here in 6WF, with that hammer you took to 6CW, and you turned it on yourself and broke down the building blocks of that defective person you were, and you put them back together again into what exactly? Something that can shift some pink, unisex merchandise, or elicit a cheap pop from these idiots by rescuing a commentator from his deserved fate, or wearing a provocative t-shirt and making a few wisecracks?

Whatever it is that you are now, the cement holding those building blocks together is still setting, Hart, and at Betrayal I’m going to kick your fragilely assembled, phoney re-imagined persona down to the ground, and you’re going to have to go away, and rebuild yourself all over again – probably wherever the hell it is JJ Johnson has taken himself off to after I broke him down too!

Cassius looks down at the floor below him, as if staring down at someone fallen on the mat, then back up at Lex

Cassius : What you’ve undergone is a revolution not an evolution, Lex. Nothing new, nothing better, just… different! And you can try and convince all these people that you’re a better person, that you’ve grown, that you have evolved… but in reality you’re still just a clapping monkey waiting for your next trainer to teach you a new trick. Whether it’s Stu, Bret, Owen, Abercorn, Walker, Jessica, whoever… WHO’S TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO THIS TIME LEX?

Cassius takes a brief moment to compose himself with an anxious smile, stroking the back of his head nervously

Cassius : Who… told you to save RJ, Lex?

And if it’s not to rewrite your history…
to seize control of your future…
or even to inherit bravery’s fortunes…

… then why, are you here?

Why are you risking the history, the future, and the fortunes you have already accumulated… stepping in the ring with such an unnecessary, and unbeatable foe?

You still haven’t enlightened me as to .... why?

Lex looks at Cassius with fire in his eyes

LH: Why?? – Why???

For the same reason I destroyed 6CW, for the same reason I pulled apart CWA

Lex is fuming now

LH: Because I wanted to!!!!!!!!!
No hidden agenda, nobody pulling the strings behind the scenes. I set my sights on stopping you because I wanted to and because I can

You stand there breathing fire and expect everybody to bend to your will, to cower in fear. The only thing I am scared of is how far I will go to end you. I know what I am truly capable of Cassius; you know what I can do, you know how far I have gone in the past

You said it yourself I am on the edge, close to breakdown. So perhaps the question should be asked of you.

Why do you continue to chase something that is lost?
Is it because of your failures?

You say you defeated JJ but who looks to be the broken man now. Is this the Super Power that you claim to be.
The great and powerful Cassius? Or is there an old man hiding behind a curtain that you want us to ignore

You are a shell of the man that dominated this company only a year ago and why, what has happened.

What has changed?

You said it yourself Cassius change is merely an admission of defectiveness, where is your defect??

Or should I say who is your defect??

Cassius is twitching more and more pacing the floor as Lex circles the ring

LH: What pains you more Cassius the fact that Jessica wanted me once or the fact that she has never wanted you?

Lex smiles

LH: I don’t know what the attraction is. I mean once you’ve ridden one bike you’ve ridden them all, don’t you think?

Lex laughs

LH: I suppose she is good for tricks, maybe more of a stunt bike than one you’d ride to the shops every day.
It’s about comfort no matter how you position the seat it never feels right

* "Lord of Winter Snow" starts playing as Kuinshi walks to and slides into the ring. He quickly grabs a mic and taps it a few times to check too see if it is working *

Kuin: I want to get straight to buisness and talk about Betrayal as well as a certain coward known as Hero. Last week Hero couldn't handle you fans, he couldn't stand how much you told him that you wanted him gone. I couldn't stand him running away and lets face it. Hero and his games are BORING. All he wants to do is get to the top as easily as possible and last week he proved that he cannot get to the top on his own just yet. I think the fans and I are in agreement once again when I say that we all hope that Geoff Steel kicks your ass at Betrayal!

*The crowd cheer as Kuinshi looks up at the ramp*

Kuin: Well now lets talk about my opponent at Betrayal. Jerome Dubois, a man who is on the slow and steady road to becoming a footnote. He has not won since before christmas. He has blamed everyone else but himself for these losses and if he carries on like that the losses will keep piling up. He is not very entertaining, he thinks he is far too important to be down here and he is an arrogant twat on top of that!

*The crowd cheer as Kuinshi sighs*

Kuin: Why do guys like him do it? why do they not understand you people? why do they never ever understand that you guys do not like them? that you guys do not want them to be here and that you want guys like me, your champion, your knight of honesty and truth to make him know this? Don't get me wrong I enjoy taking out trash like Dubois and Hero but is the truth that everyone you boo seems to be as dumb as a bag of rocks?

Crowd: YEAH!!!

*Kuinshi laughs and smiles*

Kuin: You all crack me up but Dubois, you are just a pain in the ass frenchman who talks big, acts tough and then either runs away or gets his ass beat. I admire you for not running like Hero and taking your beatings like a man. I don't admire you after a match where you sound like you have just had a bunch of onions inserted up your backside and that record has been playing on the jukebox for a while. You are boring us all Dubois, I think you would be more entertaining as a mime.

*Kuinshi stands in the ring as the crowd drown him with name chanting*

The crowd are packed into the Echo Arena, ready and waiting for Betrayal. The camera pans around revealing Geoff Steel signs, Keith Leone merchandise, replica belts, t shirts, jackets and novelty cups. The camera finally settles on a fan holding a TGA sign, The Godsent Angel holding the TAW World Championship.

At that, 'Monster' hits and the vociferous Liverpool crowd turns hostile as The Saint walks out onto the stage.

RJ: Just listen to this! The Saint is unpopular at the best of times, but something tells me his Manchester affiliation may well be contributing to this, quite frankly, poisonous reception!

MW: Just imagine if he actually wins, RJ, these people may riot!

The Saint stands at the top of the ramp looking out into the disdainful crowd, for the first time in a very long time without his sunglasses or expensive suit, he stands in a pair of jeans and a simple black vest. He looks focused, ready. There's no usual bravado, or messing with the crowd, he just looks from one side and then to the other. He nods his head, and then makes his way to the ring, ignoring the abuse being thrown his way.

RJ: It's been a long time since The Saint last competed in a PPV Main Event, one on one. He looks like he knows that too.

MW: And he'll know he's got the edge on TGA too, The Saint sent an emphatic message to the Champ at the conclusion of The Saint's Row, I haven't seen him hit a Divine Intervention with such conviction probably ever. He sent a loud and clear message to TGA. He wants that title, even if it will kill him trying!

The Saint stands in the centre of the ring, boo's raining down yet there is still no reaction. He waits for the reaction to die down.

The Saint: January the 16th, 2010. Betrayal, live from this very arena. I walked into the event as Champion, a dominant champion. And because of the actions of one man, I walked out as a loser. I began a long and arduous road, the hardest of my career so far because of the selfish, petulant actions of one man, T... G... A.

You see, just over three years ago to this day, TGA cost me the World Championship. He smashed me over the head with a steel chair and watched as Snake Eyes pinned my ass. He put me at rock bottom, never before in my career have I been so low, so out of sorts. I was a man that sought the help of others to do my dirty work, I cheated my way to victories. I was the lowest of the low, a coward... I was afraid. I was afraid that the days of The Saint were reaching a sorry conclusion... The days where my opponents feared me were over. And I sat down, looked at myself in the mirror and there was one word that came to me out of nowhere: Animus.

Or, for the uneducated amongst you, motivation. And it came to me, I had to rebuild, recuperate, strip myself to the bare, bare bones and really ascertain just what it was that had made me such a revelation, that turned a young Manchester boy into the fully fledged wrecking machine that I'd been.

And I thought about just what my animus was and it's funny, that I should be talking about this so candidly in this city, but I worked out that my desire for justice was the thing that'd prompted my reawakening, so to speak...

But you see, the difference between me, and all of you, it's simple. My quest for justice will be realised... Sunday, at Betrayal, my justice will be done... No longer a thing of make believe.

Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooooo!

RJ: Oh wow...

MW: They didn't like that. At all.

The Saint: I started again, TGA. All because of you, I went back to the drawing board and slowly became stronger, faster, better, I became the animal I was when I debuted once more. People feared me again, I didn't need a gimmick, I didn't need to pretend I was God, or a King, or that I was batfuck insane, or that I was a tramp that wasn't actually a tramp and just couldn't be bothered to shower, or that I was a fat man who had wind problems, or that I had a split personality.

I've been called boring, past it, a has been, yet I'm still here, I still have a job, people buy my merchandise, I still draw, I still astound and all I've ever been is me. The Saint.

And you know what, kudos to you Teej, because some of your words resonated with me when you appeared on The Saint's Row, you made me realise that I don't have to walk around wearing sharp Italian suits, or £1000 Aviator shades, because beneath all of that, I'm still the same thing I always have been...

The Ultimate Weapon, The Destroyer Divine, The Divine Force, Former World Champion, Grand Slam Winner, a shoe in for the Legends Club but above all that, at the heart of it all, TGA... I'm BETTER than you.

Because contrary to what you've said about me being a tired, old, pathetic veteran, I'm still here, I'm still me... I've never had to dress up and pander, I've never had to run away and hide myself. I've stayed true to everything I believe in, everything I've been taught, my principles, my values, all of it.

But what about you, Teej? Where have you been in that time? What gives you the right to go into hiding for so long, and then come back and talk trash about those who've kept this company afloat for you to come back to. You see, I'm vilified by these cretins, they hate me and fuck it, I hate them too, but at least I know that when my time comes, they'll see me for what I am and what I've achieved.

What have you got? Losing the 6WF and swiftly running away after?! I know who I'd rather be.

You might have won the TAW Championship under my nose but can you really say it's deserved? You were granted entry through sympathy. You lost at Born in Fire, it's like I said on Friday night, your whole career has been built upon luck and good fortune.

Sunday, TGA, your run ends. Your reign ends. This conspiracy ENDS. And this isn't me spouting bravado as would be the norm, this is me, wanting this more than anything in my whole life. I've ached for this chance, I've craved it, I've had to sit by and watch the undeserving hold what should be mine. After Betrayal, at the close of the show, when the dust has settled, you'll see the beginning, the true beginning of the Era of the Realist, the culmination of three years worth of blood, sweat and tears.

Justice will have been done.

Justice. My animus, TGA... What's yours? Because it certainly won't be being a champion after Betrayal!

Steel continues to look up at Hero for a while with an unimpressed look on his face; he walks along the ring apron shaking his head in disapproval. Steel then stops and looks back up towards the executive boxes before lifting the microphone to his mouth once more.

GS: Is that your big hope Hero a technicality, is that what you’ve been brought to. I already knew that you were a coward Hero but having to hide behind a lawyer and a loophole to save you from what you have coming takes it to a whole new level. There’s just one element I think you’ve failed to think of in this grand scheme of yours and that’s what happens after Betrayal, if by some minor miracle you do manage to worm out of our match, what you think I’m just going to stop coming after you? All you’re doing Hero is delaying the inevitable, is this really how you want to continue having to always watch your back and chase shadows. Mark my word Hero if you don’t show Sunday there will be no more places you can run to and no more places you can hide because I will find you. The choice is yours Hero either we settle this in the ring or outside the ring, I would seriously suggest you reconsider your current path, you see in the ring sure I will give you a beating and you’ll go running with your tail between your legs, outside the ring I don’t think you quite realise what I am capable of and the option of running could well be taken away from you for good.

RJ: Threatening words from Steel

MW: Somebody needs to stop this before it gets out of hand

GS: Come on Hero just admit it, admit that you’ve bitten of more than you can chew. This isn’t the 6WF you once knew and I think you realise that now, this place changed in your absence and it was for the better, there are no more weak links in this company anymore, no easy matches. You’ve learned that these past weeks when you’ve struggled to beat the likes of Shane Ortiz and Kuinshi, no offence to those guys but getting in the ring with me is a totally different challenge and a challenge you’re just not ready for.

Steel takes a break and stares at Hero not breaking eye contact

GS: You think you know me Hero, you think you know how to push my buttons, the fact of the matter is that you’re not even close, these little games you play Hero they don’t wash with me I can see right through you. You think this talk of me being a yes man and talk of injury worries me in the slightest, I’ve had my fair share of injuries and I’ve comeback from them stronger than ever and that’s because I’m a fighter Hero and I’m always ready for a battle, I embrace pain and use it to my advantage. I’m not even going to justify my relationship with the guys who run this company with an answer, all I suggest is you actually ask Danny Mcgraw or Alex Walker just how uncooperative I can be.

The crowd begin to chant Steels name.

GS: So Hero I’ll ask you one more time, are you going to show up for your public execution Sunday? Or do I have to come up there right now, drag you down to this ring kicking and screaming and give these people here tonight a much delayed Christmas present.

GS: Make your choice Hero

Steel climbs out of the ring to ringside and stands in front of the security barrier looking up at Hero awaiting an answer to his ultimatum.

*Anti-Hero looks back down at Steel*

AH: Wow don't you look small down there Geoff? All insignificant, like an ant scurrying after losing its chain of command. Lets get one thing straight though shall we. This supposed demand and answer thing, you casting out these questions and expecting a reply, just who do think you are? I reply as and when I decide, not yourself. This conversation thing with Anti-Hero, you've not quite grasped how it plays out have you? See I make the statements, I ask the questions and as a general rule of thumb you then get all worked up and blow your stack, oh a bit like you're doing now as you're leaning over the barrier there foaming at the mouth.

*Hero puts his hands in front of him towards Steel and goads him to make his way up to him*

You mentioned Shane Ortiz, how I struggled to beat him? Is that the same Shane Ortiz that was last seen battered to a pulp by yours truly and will never be seen in a 6WF ring again? Do you really want the same treatment? Do you really want to be treated to a master class? Do you really want be humiliated in front of all of your fans? Oh wait, you do a good enough job of that every time you open your mouth it seems.

But you're right Steel, you deserve an answer, you need to know if this weekend you'll be stepping into what for you will be the biggest night of your life. If you'll be getting the match that when you're old you'll be able to tell your grand kids about, well the answer is...

*Hero looks down at Steel, pauses...looks across at all the fans and pauses again...and then drops the mic in front of him and laughs then turns and heads out of the executive box*

-The crowd is packed at the Echo Arena, when all of a sudden, Abe Abercorn comes down the ramp. He is greeted with loud cheers, and he acknowledges the fans as he makes his way down to the ring.-


AA: Well I know its been too long.....but I have to come here when someone say I've been watered down! Firstly, Maximillian, a slight flaw in your analogy, but I take watered down as referring to alcohol, and as I don't drink, I can't be watered-down. And besides, if I was going into the Elimination Chamber, which I am, how in the name of goodness can I be watered down?

There was nothing like this in the old days! Well we did have some crazy stuff before Born In Fire 2008, but I believe the party line is it happened in an alternate universe...........same reason that I never joined 6WE (crowd boo), alright lads, calm down, calm down!...or rather "left" 6WF in the first place! (Abe winks to the camera)

No, this Chamber match is a world away from what would I call wrestling. But, there is a championship up for grabs...and I want a championship. Five other men stand in my way, some old, some new.

First off, the champion, Mr Kenty. Now, I like this guy. Reminds me of James Hunt. High flying, high risk. Dear Sir, yes, this is more your match than it is mine. If I had my way, I'd be taking you on I Pure Wrestling Contest, two falls, two submissions or a KO to decide the winner. But it isn't. No fear however, of even in the Chamber I can be the feared ring general that you know I was, and still am.

Next, an old "friend" of mine, Mike Hill. Ahh the thing with Mike is that he, barring that world title win, way back when, and is hardcore run, which as you know with me "doesn't count", is all talk. I mean, all he did was talk, talk and talk, I'll throw in a grovel while I'm at it, to get his contract back. Which I set in motion. (Abe stares straight to camera) More fool me.

Ahh Mike, I've beat you before, I can do it again, thing is, I've actually done it.

Anyway, moving on, ahh yes, Nay Bother. Listen, Nay, what's your problem? Ok, I don't like your style or wrestling, you find that when I wrestle it sends you to sleep (A few in the crowd laugh at this!).

Whoops, tough crowd tonight, dearie me. Anyway Nay, I just don't know what you problem is, I had business to attend to, I apologised, though you were men in Glasgow? Not this nonsense. I've apologised, let's move on.

And I will move on, next opponent, ahh yes.........the Scorpion. Ok. Scorpion, I've won the world championship. I don't do exciting things. The most exciting thing I did this week was have double ginger ale. I joined here 5 years ago. So yes, I'm everything you detest about wrestling. And like Mr Kenty, this match suits you, not me. But have you ever visited a wrestling clinic? Well I've got news for you Scorpion, it opens for you on Sunday!

So, just one guy left to talk about, who could that be?


Ahh no, why mind has went blank. Perhaps my brain is watered down then!

(Abe leaves the ring, as the crowd cheer his name)

Cassius immediately snaps, his face contorting with rage, he grabs hold of the ropes and launches himself over the top rope, landing on his feet on the outside, putting a hand down to steady himself.

RJ : ZHI’S LOST IT! ZHI’S LOST IT! GOOD GOD LEX IS UNDER ZHI’S SKIN!

But rather than get back up, Zhi stays in the same position, crouched with one hand on the floor, and he slowly looks up and over to where Lex is stood with a maniacal grin. Zhi twitches more regularly, and violently and his twisted smile is uneasy, and unconvincing as he tries to maintain his composure once more.

RJ : Lex mentioned Jessica again, and Zhi god-damn lost it.

Cassius slowly pushes himself back up to his feet, rolls his neck with eyes closed to calm down, then rolls back into the ring. Lex watches him as he looks down at the mat and then back out into the crowd.

Fans : SLU*! SLU*! SLU*! SLU*! SLU*!

Zhis snaps his head away from the baying crowd, cracking his neck with a vicious flinch to one side, then takes the microphone, continuing to talk without acknowledging all that has just happened.

Cassius : I don’t have a defect, Hart.

Lex Hart mouths to Zhi “I just found one”

Cassius : I DON’T HAVE A DAMN DEFECT, HART! I am the New World Super-Power! The Best… in ANY World!

RJ : Now he’s resorted to catchphrases. He’s becoming more like JJ Johnson every day…

MW : Oh no...

Cassius has flipped again, overhearing RJ, and he jumps out of the ring for a second time. RJ wastes no time scrambling to his feet and leaping the fan barrier to relative safety. Zhi looks down at the commentary desk and rips out the cable leading to RJ’s headset, then violently yanks it to tear the headset off RJ’s head, and throwing it down to the floor. RJ holds his head in pain, and mingles into the crowd who seem to be protecting him as Zhi stares daggers.

MW : Cassius Zhi is out of control here. He looks like a cornered animal!

Cassius backs towards the apron, not taking his eyes off the now muted RJ, he reaches up and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up into the ring once more. Lex Hart, still on the outside is amused by the reaction of Cassius. Zhi walks to the side of the ring facing Lex, and talks to him with complete contempt.

Cassius : So you are here, at the foot of the Great Wall, because you want to be here? You are here to try and climb that wall because you can? WELL YOU CAN’T HART!

You can’t… beat me… Lex! And I’m not talking about beating me in terms of a little polaroid memory of a victory for the Hart family scrapbook, like at Payback. I’m talking about REALLY beating me, Lex. Beating me like I beat JJ Johnson at Born in Fire! LOOK AT JOHNSON, LEX! LOOK AT HIM! Look at Johnson now, and you had better damn well be scared of how far you could go to end me, because you are sure as hell going to have to go there, Lex… and further!

You’re going to have to go FURTHER than JJ Johnson. The same JJ Johnson who almost killed himself just to take a strap of leather from me! SO I ASK YOU, ARE YOU REALLY SCARED OF HOW FAR YOU ARE WILLING TO GO, LEX?

Cassius is almost frothing at the mouth with rage as he screams at Hart, his eyes wild with aggression.

Cassius : Because all this… after everything you have done over these past two months, Hart…. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO GO THERE!

I am the same Super-Power I always have been, I DO expect people to cower from the heat of the fire I breathe. And at Betrayal on Sunday Night, Hart, I’m going to show everybody exactly why they should. Because do you really want to know my defect Lex? DO YOU?

Cassius leans even further over the ropes towards Lex.

Cassius : It’s that I am the most unforgiving, unrelenting son of a bitch you’ll ever meet, Hart. I have proven time and time again, no matter how much remorse, no matter how much resilience, no matter how much respect that resilience earns you, if you dance too close to my flame, I’m going to burn you down to the ground without a moment’s hesitation.

And unfortunately for you Hart… you didn’t just dance with that flame did you?

Cassius’ expression changes from one of aggression, to sour disgust

Cassius : You took it home with you afterwards.

Lex laughs
LH: Your flame? What are you twelve?
Have you written her poetry, built a shrine in her honour?

Do you masturbate furiously over her Facebook profile pics

Cassius is pacing the ring keeping his stare firmly fixed on Lex, his body almost convulsing with involuntary twitches
Lex takes a moment to make sure RJ is ok, a fan has handed him a beer and he gives Lex a smile
Lex turns to face Cassius
LH: And this is you without a defect?

Sure looks like there are some wires loose somewhere Cassius.
Lex is smiling enjoying Cassius rage

LH: Sorry let me get serious for a second. I don’t want to mock your ….. well whatever this is by coming back with mere comedic retorts.

I at least owe you that

May I?

Lex gesticulates towards the ring apron. Cassius remains still his eyes becoming wider as Lex climbs the steps and enters the ring, standing opposite Cassius Lex’s demeanour changes; he is more measured and calculated with his words, pausing at first

LH: I think we have had a misunderstanding.
I may have said I was scared of where I would have to go to end you but I did not say that I would not go there

Yes it is a part of me that I have attempted to bury over the last six months but it is only lying dormant it has not been erased entirely
And let me make one thing perfectly clear.

It is a part of me that I enjoy
I enjoy causing pain, I enjoy causing suffering
It is something I am very very good at!!!!!!

Lex has an evil smile
LH: We are not so different you and I Cassius. We have both done unimaginable things; we have been the cause of so many horrific atrocities, so much anguish, and so much pain

Because of us

Cassius smiles

LH: Only really when you look at things a little closer, we are oh so different
You could say I was the superior power

I am not driven by the need for revenge, I am not all consumed by my rage. I can channel my aggression when necessary.
You….. well you have shown that you are a slave to your anger. You cannot control it, it controls you

And this will be your downfall
This will be once again where your failings lie

Lex smiles
LH: This has always been the difference between us
This is what makes me better than you. It always has. It always will

Lex takes a couple of steps towards Cassius until they are face to face, Cassius is spitting with fury as they stand nose to nose.
Lex whispers into the microphone as he smiles

Just………………..

Ask……………..




Jessica……………..

Zhi and Lex’s noses are almost touching now, with Lex’s cocky smile directly clashing with Cassius’s seething clenched teeth. Zhi blinks as if mechanically, slowly, as Lex meets his maniacal stare without a flinch. Cassius nods knowingly at Lex then steps aside to walk past him, dropping his mic to the mat.

MW : Cassius has heard enough! Cassius is retreating! Cassius….. WOAH!

As Cassius steps past Lex, he suddenly spins and smashes Lex Hart with a Dragon’s Fury roundhouse kick to the back of the head.

MW : GOOD GOD HART WAS NOT EVEN BRACED FOR THAT!

The fans are booing relentlessly as Hart collapses to the mat. Cassius smirks sinisterly as he slowly kneels down beside the slumped body of Hart, picking up the mic he had just dropped. His speech is hushed, and methodical, as if talking to a sleeping child.

Cassius : I can control my anger, Hart. Just like I control everything.

MW : Looks like it!

Cassius : Now you can make your crude jokes and vulgar proclamations of sexual conquests. You can make your empty promises of unimaginable atrocities and limitless aggression. But it’s all exactly that, Hart. You… Vulgar. Empty. Vacuous.

You’re classless, Hart.

MW : CLASSLESS? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FROM ZHI IF NOT CLASSLESS!

Cassius : So you bring your superior reversals, and mat technique, and submission holds to Betrayal… bring everything you learned down in The Dungeon… and I’ll bring my superior mind, Lex, and we’ll find out just how far you ARE willing to go… to break it.

Cassius taps the side of his head

Cassius : But I’ll push you further than Great Uncle Stu ever did down there. Because this…. (Cassius smacks his head again)… is impenetrable! It’s undefeatable! It’s MY DUNGEON, Lex. So you leave the mind games to me… or just as you were warned about Miss Jessica… you enter at your peril!

Cassius stares down at Lex, then places the mic on his back, the booing intensifying further

MW : Lex Hart has entered the dungeon of Zhi’s mind… that much is true… but Cassius is damn lying if he says Hart isn’t doing some damage inside. Hart was inside Zhi’s head tonight. The mere mention of Jessica was the key to the door. Hart is face down on the mat but he’s got Cassius Zhi exactly where he wants him! OH HELL BETRAYAL IS GOING TO BE OFF THE SCALE!

Cassius leaves the ring and walks away up the ramp, still looking wound-up, not looking back

*The scene bursts into life and what greets the audience is pitch blackness. Suddenly a light switch can then be heard as the camera quickly changes to Mr Kenty standing looking solemn as a solitary white light engulfs his lonely figure. He is wearing the offical Kenty shirt with the quote "Live Life Loud" on the center of the shirt in it's big white lettering complimenting the black shirt well. He is also wearing a pair of casual blue jeans and a pair of red vans. Looking into the camera for a few seconds, Kenty looks at his Freeweight title before addressing the fans with a serious demeanour.*

Mr Kenty: Welcome to Liverpool. Welcome to Betrayal. Welcome to the night where history will be made throughout.. and welcome to the Chamber.

*Suddenly, all the lights in the arena burst into life engulfing the Liverpool Echo arena. The camera pans out of the chamber and looks around the arena and ringside. the chairs at ringside for the fans are immaculate, the aisles are swept and looking clean and not a whisper can be heard. The Elimination Chamber is locked and the only man in it's structure is Mr Kenty. The camera then pans back into the chamber where Kenty is unmoved, looking squarel into the camera with a distinct feel of eeriness in the air.*

Mr Kenty: Pretty neat huh? This Chamber has hosted some great matches over the years where bodies have been placed on the line. Risking injury, bloodshed, broken bones, torn tendons and even disfigurement.

Mr Kenty: In it's presence I feel small. I feel alone. I feel isolated..trapped like a rat with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. This Chamber has no emotion and will separate the men from the boys.. what this Chamber also does is strip you so your bare for the world to see. You cannot hide the sheer emotion, the sheer agony and pain nor the sheer relief when it's over.

Mr Kenty: Once your locked in this chamber their is no way out. Your trapped like animals in one big cage with nowhere to run or hide, where trust is non-existent and pain is natural. And unsurprisingly once six men are thrown into this cage then they become animals. The natural instinct to survive and beat the other man.

Mr Kenty: This match is probably one of the most sadistic, brutal and career shortening matches in 6WF history.. the Elimination chamber. This match is a combination of luck, skill and a pain threshold which can out stand every other single guy competing in this match. Their is only one guarantee and that is you cannot predict what is going to happen in this Chamber.

Mr Kenty: The chamber itself is roughly sixteen feet high, thirty-six feet in diameter weighing over nine thousand pounds which is approximately ten tonnes and comprising of over 2 miles of solid chain which I'm told is exactly six tonnes of solid steel. The Chamber was delivered to Liverpool via Portsmouth docks on a fifty foot truck which took 4 hours to arrive in the arena tonight, taking the crew eight hours to assemble.

Mr Kenty: This whole concept looks amazing, awe-inspiring even. The photographs don't do this design enough justice. But I have seen some of the guys who have participated in these matches before and they don't look the same afterwards.

Mr Kenty: I'm a type of guy that wouldn't lie to anyone and standing here right now I feel intimidated. The sheer architecture of this structure is unreal.

Mr Kenty: As soon I stepped into this chamber for the first time today, I took a few moments to reflect and to survey my surroundings. I thought to myself what could I possibly do in this environment what the world has never seen before and what others could do in this environment that the world has never seen before.

Mr Kenty: Luckily, I have seen video's on the internet and asked members of the roster backstage to kind of prepare myself and rev myself up for what I'm getting myself into tonight.. this gruelling match tonight will truly make or break me tonight.

Mr Kenty: However, this is no normal match you see on Lockdown. This is not a tag-team match, a TLC match or a Last man standing match.. far from it. This is the Elimination Chamber. I don't think possibly some of you guys at home watching on your sets how solid and hard these chains and grids are.

Mr Kenty: The brutality.. the unforgiving nature of this structure and the actions of all superstars in this match is fair and legal. The only man that has some degree of control is the referee and then his only job is to count the pin-fall or a submission.

Mr Kenty: And this is what everyone is fighting for..

*Kenty's eyes are drawn to his right shoulder where the Freeweight title rests, gleaming in the artificial light.*

Mr Kenty: The Freeweight championship.

Mr Kenty: This title has been held by some of the greatest men in the business ranging from River Ace, JJ Johnson, Hobo the list goes on.. the most successful names and the most iconic men have defended this title in matches which test the human body so greatly they are literally etching themselves into the history books and that is precisely what I will be doing tonight.

Mr Kenty: In my eyes you can be a champion. Sure as hell you can be a champion if you are determined, focused and motivated to achieve being a champion. But what separates champions is that real champions defend their titles in the most extreme conditions, come out smelling like smoke because they have been through fire and yet still hold onto their title.

Mr Kenty: Real champions continue to etch their names into the history books even though they have claimed a title which carries massive significance. In the way they conduct themselves outside the ring and most importantly inside the ring where they do not under any circumstance back down or lose sight on what is most important.

Mr Kenty: Environments like the one I currently find myself is the perfect environment for me to continue to etch my name into the record books while continuing in proving the doubters and critics wrong. But most importantly continuing my journey in thanking each and everyone of you who tweet me, support me and hold me in such high regard by rewarding you with a performance which you expect.

Mr Kenty: The other guys In the match tonight I have already seen tonight are as what you expect.. motivated, hungry and ambitious in claiming this Freeweight title. And all of them have got different reasons in wanting to claim this illustrious title.

Mr Kenty: Looking at the fellow competitors in this match.. I see a whole array of talent. Some wanting to prove that they are worthy to whole this Freeweight championship. Some wanting to feel the pride and joy of reclaiming a title again and then some who wan't to prove that form is temporary but class is permanent.

Mr Kenty: Now for me.. for this match I might aswell bring a knife to a gunfight because each and every single guy in this match will be aiming for one man and one man only..me. I have the biggest target on my chest that I have ever had and I'm relishing it.

Mr Kenty: This chamber.. I can feel it already. It's filling me with adrenaline and a will to win at all costs. But I guess we will have to wait until later tonight to find out which man has brought the right ticket in the raffle. Which man has brought the biggest gun to a good old fashioned western brawl and which man has the biggest pain tolerance.

Mr Kenty: Matches like these don't come along very often and furthermore chances like these do not come along very long for everyone involved. Which man will be remembered on this night for what he did.. which man will be remembered for etching his name into the history books and what man will this night belong to are all the questions which will be answered in the most gruesome contraption ever known to man..The Elimination Chamber.

Mr Kenty: When the dust has settled.. the wounds treated and this structure is taken apart and taken back to the docks in Portsmouth. Their will be one man who will be on the lips of the millions around the world.. the name talked about on the world wide web about how he has defended his title in the most barbaric and gruesome match there could ever be.. and his name is..

MRRRRRRRRRR KEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTYYYYYYY!

Kenty!

*Kenty removes the title from his shoulders and shows it proudly above his head, the Freeweight title serenely hanging from his hand contrasting greatly with the brooding black of the steel mesh of the chamber, silently imposing it's intimidating demeanour. The scene ends with Kenty looking focused and unrelenting as the scene slowly shifts to commercials.*

*The camera pans around the arena, and ends up at ringside where Michael Wire and RJ are seated*

MW: "Well RJ Betrayal is lining up to be one heck of a show!"

RJ: "Indeed it is Michael, so many great matchups including the title matches and Elimination Chamber!"

MW: "Not only them RJ but the two monsters of the federation Lukas Takeo and Vortex will face off in another grudge match which is sure to be a humdinger!"

RJ: "Indeed it will Michael, there last contest at Payback was one for the ages! What a brutal match that was!"

MW: "We will finally get to see if The Era of Darkness will claim its first victim RJ, and here is the man hoping to achieve this feat, Lukas Takeo!"

*"From Yesterday" roars out over the speakers and the crowd descend into boos at the sound of Takeo's music, but Takeo doesn't appear.*

MW: "Well I was informed Mr. Takeo would be joinin..."

*Wire is interrupted as the music stops and the titantron bursts into life with the phrase "ERA OF DARKNESS" stretched across it. Then as the phrase starts to fade a huge clap of thunder is heard and everything goes black. A deathly silence falls over the arena.*

RJ: "I have literally no idea..."

*Suddenly again the titantron bursts into life and the camera is seen entering a tunnel, with the words "Saitama Underground Fighting" over the entrance. We travel through the muddy tunnel, and suddenly enter an empty arena with a ring straight ahead. The camera stops as footsteps can be heard in the distance. It then advances towards a door labeled "Locker Room", slowly opens it to find Lukas Takeo sat in the middle pacing from wall to wall, speaking to himself...*

Takeo: "Underground, my world, my home, my being. Surroundings, so familiar, so comfortable, so me. Sounds, short, sharp, silent. I could have stayed here. Here in the world where I was revered. Worshipped. The world where I was THE man. Undisputed champion. This place was my paradise, away from the labor of the fields, away from the anguish of being an orphan. Somewhere away, where I could just be myself."

*Takeo stops in the middle of the room, looks straight down the camera, and begins to speak again*

Takeo: "I remember every Thursday night 2,000 people would walk down the very tunnel you've been down, baying for my blood. They would flock to come see the most dominant fighter ever to grace Saitama. The Champion. And every Thursday night I would send them home disappointed. No matter who they threw at me, whether it be The Destroyer, whether it be 5 fighters, I would not only defeat them, but I would destroy them. Every Thursday night."

*Takeo now walks past the camera and out of the door into the arena. He goes up to the ropes and steps inside them. He goes over to the turnbuckle, lifts himself up onto the top one, and speaks into the camera which has followed him.*

Takeo: "But I decided it was time for a new challenge. I wanted to take my dominance somewhere else. I didn't just want to go to any also rand federation like Elite Wrestling Franchise. I wanted to go to the best federation. So I went to 6WF, the biggest and brightest of them all."

*Takeo takes a deep breath and looks around his surroundings*

Takeo: "I made the biggest impact on debut that any superstar has ever made. Let me remind you..."

*The camera cuts to the Hardcore Hell match at Explosion*

Takeo continues to survey the damage he has caused before backing away to the ropes and climbing from the ring.He continues to look back with a disturbing look on his face before exiting through the cell door and beginning to make his way back up the rampway…

RJ:Ladies and gentlemen we have no answer or explanation for what has just taken place….none whatsoever….

MW:We have been anticipating the debut of Takeo for weeks but I never imagined anything like this..

RJ:You and me both….this crowd is stunned into silence….five men went to war here tonight and look at the carnage all around…

Takeo stands for a moment on the top of the rampway before then heading straight through the curtain and into the backstage area. It isn’t long before another referee makes an entrance and sprints down towards the ring….

*The camera cuts back to a smiling Takeo*

Takeo: "People stood up. They took notice. My journey began. Over the following months I would continue to leave a path of destruction in my wake. One man didn't take kindly to this. He saw me as a threat to 6WF. Which is exactly what I am. That man was you Vincent. You took it upon yourself to stop me. Well our first battle at Born in Fire admittedly ended up in defeat for both at the hands of the pathetic suck up Kenty. But I still got the better of you didn't I Vincent? What's that? You need reminding? Well here it is..."

*The camera cuts to the aftermath of the triple threat match at Born in Fire between Kenty, Takeo and Vortex.*

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.

*The camera cuts back to Takeo who is now sitting on the floor in the corner.*

Takeo: "That was the first time you truly felt my wrath Vincent. That should have been the time you realised you had bitten off more than you could chew. But I have to credit you Vincent, you fought back. And you fought back with Rupture. A move that I felt, not once, not twice, but three times. It is most definitely a move to be feared. However I like the pain Vincent. I have been used to the pain ever since I was a tiny little toddler. I dealt with it then, and I deal with it now. Difference is then I dealt with it by bottling up my anger. Now I deal with it by releasing that anger. That move and you subsequent gloating made me angry Vincent. As you found out at when I got my Payback..."

*The camera cuts to the Steel Cage match between Vortex and Takeo at Payback.*

Vortex rests against the ropes and Takeo steps back...

RJ: OH MY GOD!

MW: WHAT THE HELL AM I SEEING?!

RJ: AMAZING!

MW: I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE!

RJ: VORTEX HAS JUST BEEN SPEARED THROUGH THE STEEL CAGE!

MW: DEVASTATING POWER FROM TAKEO!

Vortex is lay in a heap on the outside of the cage, Takeo gets to his feet and smirks down at the former freeweight champion. He nonchalantly puts Vortex over his shoulders, walks back into the confines of the cage before throwing Vortex over the top rope into the ring.

Takeo steps in and lifts up Vortex...

MW: CHOKESLAM!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

*The camera again cuts back, with Takeo now stood in the middle of the ring, looking into the camera.*

Takeo: "That was ever such a nice moment. Feeling your body being crushed by myself and the steel. Lifting you high into the air, and hearing your bones crack as they landed on the mat. That is what I can do Vincent. Yet you still came back for more."

*Takeo steps out of the ring, and begins walking ever so slowly towards the tunnel out of the underground arena*

Takeo: "I must admit Vincent you have certainly earnt my respect. I have never faced a competitor like you. And that's why I came to 6WF. To push myself to places this place never made me go to. To make me prove to myself that I can go toe to toe with the best. And you are one of the best Vincent. You have taken it upon yourself to eradicate The Era of Darkness from 6WF. Vincent I do admire your courage, but I laugh at your naiveness. The Era of Darkness has already passed through this place, and it defeated and destroyed everyone who tried to stop it. You are the first in 6WF to take on the mantra of stopping it. But just like everyone here who tried to stop it, you will be defeated and destroyed one last time on Sunday night."

*Takeo continues to walk through the mud inside the tunnel, as a little light appears at the end of it*


Takeo: "You have promised to bring Rupture on Sunday night. Your A-game. You have said, "If you withstand that. Then you will withstand anything. And God help 6WF if you do." Well Vincent I have withstood it before, and I will withstand it again. You have given me all you have. I have more to give. I will reign dominant over 6WF one day. Like I was dominant here. There is nothing you or anybody on the 6WF roster can do to stop me."

*Takeo approaches the end of the tunnel and stops*


Takeo: "You have told me too, "Prepare for Sunday. Prepare for the finale." I will be prepared Vincent. I just hope you and the rest of 6WF are prepared for The Era of Darkness which will follow."

*Takeo places a towel over his head as he steps out of the tunnel and into the field where he stops and stands with his arms outstretched. The camera leaves with the image of Takeo on the screen, as the video package stops and we head back to ringside...*

TGA: My animus is making sure jerks like you or Crime Lord or Cassius Zhi or Logan Kincade never become World Champions.

(His voice can be heard before he is seen, which brings some cheering from the arena, but the noise when TGA steps out from behind the curtain is incredible.)

RJ: If Saint had the worst reception we've seen in a while, TGA is certainly getting one of the best!

(TGA looks pissed as he steps out in almost identical attire to The Saint, with the exception of his vest being white and having the TAW Championship around his waist.)

MW: Well it looks like he hasn't forgotten Saint laying him out on Lockdown. It was great to see that oaf finally put in his place.

(TGA takes slow steps towards the ring, maintaining eye contact with The Saint all the way to the steel steps. At that moment, TGA climbs the on top of the turnbuckle and raises a hand to each corner of the support. TGA looks down at The Saint in the middle with his arms outstretched.)

RJ: These are two supremely strong competitors. Just look at how impressive TGA looks up there.

MW: I'll admit that TGA and The Saint are both in incredible form recently. Every time they meet we've been greeted with some fantastic matches.

(The crowd continue a 'T-G-A' chant as TGA jumps down from the top rope, causing the ring to shake a little. TGA raises the mic to his lips, but soaks in the silence for a good while before finally speaking.)

TGA: You see, that has always been my 'animus'. It's why I returned to 6wF almost 2 years after last competing in the ring. It has always sickened me to see an unworthy World Champion. I'm not just talking about the guys who get there by hook or by crook. As you are always so quick to point out, my 6wF career was kick-started by being handpicked as the best chance The Dynasty had of controlling this company.

And control the beast we did. Nine long, grueling months I put my body on the line against anybody who wanted to go. I didn't care if I was fighting legends or newcomers, loved or loathed by fans, amazing or average wrestler. What mattered was that I was Champion. For the times when I was not Champion, I tried my damned best to make sure the right people were.

Take Betrayal 2010... I tried to remain impartial through that match. I didn't like you, I never have and never will. But respect, that might be one feeling I have towards you. But at the end of the day that match was more than just Snake Eyes or The Saint as 6wF Champion. That match was 6wF or 6CW and I showed everyone where my loyalties lay on that night.

(The crowd start a '6wF' chant and TGA jabs a finger into the chest of The Saint.)

RJ: Probably best not to taunt the beast.

MW: Unless he wants to be put on his back again.

TGA: Now why don't you remind me where your loyalty was that night Saint? Were you fighting alongside this company, trying to save it from the possibility of going under? No. You were snug in with 6CW because that's where people like you belong.

It's fitting that as we stand here today, 6CW is lying at the bottom rotting away after its demise. That's where you should be Saint. That's where you deserve to be. Not due to your physical or wrestling ability, but due to the person you are.

Your little rehab is inspiring, a story I can relate to... However, unlike the people here, your wait for justice will be postponed. Indefinitely.

(The crowd pop and TGA starts to circle around The Saint.)

TGA: I'm glad I reawakened you to the fact that sharp suits and designer shades aren't what makes a man. I mean, it's common sense and only a fool would be blind to it, but I'm glad I could save one more fool. All the talk of who you are underneath though is just as shallow as you are. You might not have to pretend to be a God, or a tramp, or insane. You might be the Divine Destroy, the Grand Slam Winner and a future Legend Club inductee.

But you are not better than me.

If we're stripping away everything from you then why should we only touch the surface? You have so many demons in your closet that you probably tried to forget them. Let's talk about what else you are... Of course, not everything about you is bad.

Who worked alongside JJ Johnson to create one of the most formidable alliances 6wF had seen? The Saint.

Who has remained with this company, through thick and thin, pretty much since its inception? The Saint.

But I'm afraid that's where your praise ends.

(TGA speaks now more fiercely, enunciating each word with a venom that has been absent in recent months.)

Who is the man that so desperately seeks gold he's willing to stab his closest friends in the back? The Saint.

Who is the pathetic creature that consistently lied and cheated in order to remain somewhere near the top of the pyramid? The Saint.

Who is the man who has won a Grand Slam, but has had countless opportunities to have an infinitely better record but seemingly fails more often than he succeeds? The Saint.

Who is the man that watched me climb 10 rungs of steel to become TAW World Champion? The Saint.

Now... Who is the man who will be walking out of Betrayal as TAW World Champion?

(TGA doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence...)

Crowd:T-G-A! T-G-A! T-G-A!

The lights go down in the arena as 'Wake Up' by Rage Against The Machine blasts out over the speakers, suddenly the tron flickers into life as the image of two scorpion tails whip into shot creating an 'X' with the words "Anger Is A Gift" underneath as the music fully kicks in Scorpion steps out onto the stage where he stops and forms an X with his arms as diagonal pyros explode around him and the crowd descend into a chorus of boos

Scorpion grins as he walks down to the ring.

S: Betrayal is a 2 way street there is the betrayed and the betrayer, the person who is stabbed and the person who is the stabber, in other words it is to commit treason but for one night only it will mean to take something that truly belongs to you and to show you all once again why I define this show and that I am the spotlight when I hold the freeweight title around my shoulder and once again resurrect the title's prestige like I have done before and will do once again!

Scorpion begins to grin evilly as the crowd boo.

S: Now at Betrayal I will be in the Elimination Chamber match where I will face Nay Bother the man who has said he will make change to this company and well has done 100 percent zilch, heck has this guy even won a title yet I think not, so what makes the fool a threat to me is it the fact he dreams could become a reality but you see the logical answer to that is no, the man is living in a dream world and he still will by the time the Chamber is over and no he won’t be in a stable condition but I guarantee he will be lost in limbo after I put him in a coma.

The crowd begins to chant Nay's name as Scorpion begins to smirk.

S: Then there's of course Mike Hill the man who had the previous record for having the longest regain for the hardcore title but that is no longer a record as now it’s just a number that means nothing to anyone or anybody, it’s just a figure that will be in the air and yeah sure you have won the big one but ask yourself mike does anyone care, does anyone even remember your regain, I’m sure that no one and I mean no one remembers a thing because you see Mike your forgettable, you all ways where and still our and the matter of the fact is you where even forgettable when you walked into the company.

S: Moving on to what happens to be the Champion himself who happens to hold that title around his waist for the short time his catch phrase have been fun because you see just like your pathetic catch phrase your regain if you so will call it has run its course and now it’s time someone actually bought justice back to the title just like it deserves unlike you who tarnished what it stood for and just made it look like a cheap peace of gold you took to your stupid interviews, You see Ken you admit it yourself that you are intimidated by the cage but you see it’s not the cage that you should be worried about its a man like me who has gone long enough without holding a piece of gold around his shoulder and at Betrayal your worse fears are going to come as you talked about never being the same again because I promise you one thing Ken and that is I will make sure you don't walk out the cage the way you came in.

Crowd begins to boo as Scorpion begins to sarcastically laugh.

S: Another contender who will be in the match will be "the legend" Abe Abercorn but you see yes this man won the world title and he knows that I despite him but the thing that makes me sick is this man returns and is given the role as GM and not only that begins to start to involve himself in matches against Marshall Murdoch but you see the thing that crossed my mind is surely no boss is allowed to but his hands on an employee but anyway now Abe is back full time but the fact is age is not on the man’s side he is worn, he no longer has it, he can’t "ride" with us no more its time the man truly vanishes for good before he tarnishes his legacy which will eventually be replaced by my destiny as I will show this fool why he can no longer ride with us and no longer has it when I break him but you see Abe this time there's no running as your no longer GM, your now full time which means I can break you in any way or form and I truly mean this but it has been worth the wait old man.

S: Finally there is the Ozzy from down under Max Adamson but you see the thing about Max his he keeps coming back but can never win the big one because you see I don't know if this man gets the message or not "you're not good enough" do you not understand Max no one wants you here, n one cares you returned all you have done is scrambled with Uryu Ishida over a girl who has well given you know advantage over anything I mean if it was someone with power then maybe but you see just encase you not following this "relationship stunt" your pulling to get some extra publicity shows how desperate you truly are to be noticed but you see it’s such a shame no one could give a damn and that what people will think when your broken laying in that ring in the Elimination Chamber and being deported back to Australia, Oh and Max you can take your "bitch with you!"

Scorpion drops the mic before heading out of the ring and to the backstage area as the crowd boo's heavily.

Sad But True Belts Out Over The Speakers As James Mcmanus Makes His Way To The Ring Slowly, He Shakes Hands With A Few Fans As He Goes Before He Roles Into The Ring And Grabs A Microphone From A Ring Hand. He Smiles As The Fans Chant His Name. As The Chants Die Down, He Lifts The Microphone To His Lips And Begins To Speak.

JM- Oh God I'm So Tired, Hahaha. Not Just Tired Of Driving Here There And Everywhere To Wrestle, But Tired Of Facing Chaos, Week After Week After Week And Beating Him Week After Week After Week.

Are You Not Fed Up Of Losing To Me Chaos? Are You Not Tired Of Losing To Me Chaos? Or Are You A Little Bit Retarded And Think That You Can Still Beat Me? Well Let Me Tell You This Chaos, You Will Never Beat Me, Because Every Time I Have Faced You, I Have Proved Im Better Than You. Every time you’re a 9, I’m a 10. If You’re A King, I’m An Ace. I’m Always Just A Little Bit Better Than You And This Week That Will Not Change. Because Once Again I Will Kick The Shit Out Of You And Make You A Bit Crazier, Perhaps Even Send You Over The Edge And I Will Be Laughing As I Do So

Chaos, You Have Always Been Like A Rodent Problem To Me, I Have Always Been Better Off Without You, Just Like Everyone Is Better Off Without A Rodent Infenstation. You Are The Sole Reason I Havent Reached The Levels I Am Supposed To Be. And When I Beat You At This PPV, I Will Finally Have You Off Of My Back And Just Like All Good Cream, I Will Rise To The Top, I Will Go On To Face Fanatic For The European Title, Because We All Know He Will Beat Hidari, AndWhen I Face Fanatic For The European Title, I Will Beat Fanatic For The European Title.

Chaos When I Finish You Off, I Will Go On To Win Lots And Lots Of Belts And Trophies, Were As You Will Keep Sinking And End Up With Nothing Else, But Just A Rossette That Says Participant On For The Rest Of Your Career, The Future Is Rising Chaos And You Just Can't Keep Up, You Will Never Get Back To The Levels You Once Were, You Are Nobody Now, Just Like Me. But Unlike You Chaos, I Will Stop Being A No Body Once I Have You Off My Back, I Will Go On To Face The Likes Of Hero, Hart, Zhi, Whereas You Will Always Be Right Down Here, Where You Are Currently.

Chaos, The Little Empire You Built, The Legacy You Carved For Yourself All Came Crashing Down As Soon As I Woke Up And Smelt The Coffee And Saw You For What You Really Were, Those Two Things Come Sunday Night Will Crash Down Even More. The Age Of Chaos Is At Its End, Its All Over. Its Time For The Future To Take Whats His And You Or Fanatic Will Not Stop Me

Keith Leone remains looking at Marshall Murdoch for a few moments, before a slight smile comes across his face and he begins to speak.

Leone: Well I’ve got to hand it to you Marshall, you didn’t bore me to sleep with your promos like your old partner, and that’s impressive. There are some other impressive things with that little speech you just made though that impressed me for a whole set of other reasons, and to start from the biggest, the phrase “best to never win a World Championship.” Now I have an ego, I can admit that, and so can most of the roster back, but I can’t think of many guys who have delusions of grandeur quite at the levels that yours lie. I mean there are countless guys above you on that list Marshall; GDC, Diablo, heck, even your old buddy Clarke James. This idea that you’re a big fish in a small pond is beginning to get you into fights that you can’t win, I mean Abercorn was one thing, but he’s a tired old man and he still pushed you to your limits. I mean, just being in the presence of you now reminds me of what a pathetic little man you really are, and as much as I mocked Cobra’s participation in our match, I think I could mock your mere presence in 6WF.

Yes it has been two years Marshall, nice to know that you watch my promos in the back, hey, if you do it long enough you may even pick up some tips to make yours impressive. Over two years ago now since I waltzed back into 6WF, won the FreeWeight Title and then got kicked straight back out by Trevor Swann, and that happened for one key reason, arrogance. I believed it was my right to come back to 6WF and do what I wanted, are you seeing any similarities here? The place was alive with new talent, and as a nearly yearlong member of the roster previous, I considered myself a veteran, someone ready to dominate, and it got me 4 months on the side-line. You see Marshall, the day you start thinking that it’s your “right” to have something, is the day that the target on your back becomes twice as big. Now I know that everyone would happily take me out if they had the chance, but whether they want to admit it or not, they have an underlying respect for what I have accomplished. The days of people laughing at 6CW as the “little brother” of here are long gone, now that the 6WF World Champion, FreeWeight Champion and Tag Team Champions are all the products of 6CW. The only guys who still try and take their shots are the same guys who used to stick their fingers in their ears and keep their eyes shut tight for those twelve months while they were on the inferior show. That also helps put things into perspective though doesn’t it, I did walk back in here and get put right on the top of the 6WF mantel, because they knew I was the best in the business. They didn’t want a guy like you damaging their reputation so instead they spent big to get the other stars in. So no, I’m not supposed to be hanging with the Hardcore freaks anymore, I’m no longer one of the “other” guys on the roster, I’m now the face of the 6WF, while you sit there on McGraw’s knee with that “special” relationship you have with him, crying that no-one noticed that you were gone.

So congratulations Marshall, on Lockdown you got to be the big man. You took me and Chris Patricks down and got to show off your so called “dominance, and I’m so happy for you. But the problem with that, no-one cares about the “Friday Night” guys. “Did I ever tell you about the time I kicked Keith Leone on an episode of Lockdown?” That’s the phrase you get to tell your grandchildren about when they ask what they ask what you did in your wrestling career. You can have all of the little victories you want at Lockdown, you can become king of the week-day shows, but in the end, people are going to remember me winning at Night of Glory, Born in Fire and any other PPV I am involved in. So remember this Marshall; this isn’t the age of Murdoch, you’re in the new era of 6WF; my era of 6WF, and if you couldn’t keep up in this place at the old pace, I suggest you get out now while you still have some form of dignity, or did McGraw take the last of that as well?

Marshall who had been getting more and more worked up with every sentence, briefly turns his back on Leone once he has stopped speaking, Marshall looks up to the heavens as if trying to compose himself, before thunderously turning around to address Leone.

‘DIGNITY????’

‘You want to talk about dignity?’

‘You didn’t have a great deal of dignity when you were going around torturing Dicey Reilly’s family did you? You also lacked a certain amount of said quality when you snuck up unannounced to cheat your way to the Gold Rush victory way back when, which by the way you wouldn’t have even been able to even compete in if it wasn’t for my drive, passion for competition and never say die attitude, no thank yous are necessary Keith – but you’re welcome.’

‘Most importantly of all however you had absolutely no dignity when I’d finished with you on Friday, when you were lying flat on your back on the canvas with me proudly stood aloft there was only one guy with any dignity intact, and that it is exactly what it will be like on Sunday, me with my head held high once again, and you robbed of all dignity, with only the glorious memories of your brief flirtation at the top to hold on to.’

‘And the reason I am so confident about that Keith, is that I may be a ‘Friday night guy’ and I’m damn proud to be so by the way, but you see unlike certain individuals I am no one hit wonder and I can certainly rise to the big occasion, you see I’ve won at every single pay per view since I returned for God’s sake, you brag about one victory at Born in Fire, well I’m 2 and 0, something precious few else can claim, including your good self. And as you’ve quite rightly pointed out, people remember that stuff, just as people will always remember the name Marshall Murdoch, and that isn’t some idle boast Keith that is cold hard fact.’

‘As for questioning my presence here in 6WF, are you kidding me? At least I’m here for the right reasons, I’m here because I want to be, I am here because I am 6WF through and through, I am not here because my preferred choice of workplace was closed down because nobody gave a shit about it anymore. Oh yes Keith, we all know that given half the chance you’d much rather be back there, back ‘home’, which raises the question, why aren’t you? Why aren’t you helping the guys back there build it up from the ground again? I’ll tell you why Keith, it’s because you’re a mercenary, a guy who’s sold out what he believes in for one big payday, you’re a whore of the business Keith and it makes me sick, guys like me busted our arses off to help 6WF beat 6CW in the battle of the federations, and for what? To have every single leech come in and feed off our success? To have guys who tried to run us about of business come in and take our jobs? Oh yeah I know what you, Alex Walker and your little motley crew of rejects are trying to achieve, and it’s not happening on my watch Keith, and I when I beat you on Sunday, and have no doubts in that, I will beat you, I will save 6WF and give it the champion it deserves, one who wants to be here and one who does give a damn whether it lives or dies!’

‘But there’s another reason why you’re here Keith isn’t there? It’s because deep down you know this is the safe option for you don’t you? You see if you lost to the likes of me, Saint or Chris Patricks then no one would bat an eyelid, there’s no disgrace in that, those are top names, you would have ample opportunity to bounce back, to ‘rebuild’ yourself, but if you went back home and lost to someone like ‘The Ron-Ster’ (Marshall shakes his head at the very mention of this) then there would be hell to pay, the humiliation would be endless, the talk would be about how the once great Keith Leone had lost his touch and you would be finished, done. And that terrifies you doesn’t it?’

‘Well it doesn’t frighten me, you see Keith I’ve been written off as being finished on more than one occasion and each time I’ve dragged myself from the gutter to where I am today, and that is on the cusp of becoming the next 6WF World Champion! One all of these cretins should be proud of! One who is not scared of a challenge! And one who has been chosen by Danny McGraw himself as being the man to lead 6WF in to a great new dawn!’

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(The scene takes places backstage in a 6WF Arena. Hidari Kenji walks out of Alex Walker's office with security walking behind him. Hidari smirks in anger as he looks back at the door.)

Hidari- You wanna know something walker You're Not a Big Man behind the security. Hell you screw me out of my match last week and you booked me in a Fatal Four Way Match last month. Well witness this Sunday when I take back what I once lost then we'll see who's on top. Then we will see who has power! Team Japan are the ones taking over 2013 whether you like it or not!

(Hidari storms off as the 6WF Camera crew stares him down expecting a reaction.)

6WF Reporter- Hidari! Hidari! What are your thoughts about Vortex and his thoughts!??

Are you losing your touch?

Are you bound to just give up???

Hidari- What the hell are you talking about this is why I can't take you people all up in my ear about some rumored nonsense you would read off of the internet on a stupid wrestling website. The things you hear about me are false rumors! I am the damn man who will be Champion once again come Sunday and there is not a goddamn thing anyone could do about that!

(Hidari continues to storm off as he see's someone in particular..no one other than Clarissa..former 6WF Reporter and Boyfriend of Max Adamson. Hidari smirks as she see's him but ignores his presence.)

Hidari- Why are you playing hard to talk to. I been with this company for 5 months now and not once did you talk to me or congratulate me when I won the European Championship back in September. You're acting funny and I thought you were better than that. I don't even know what you see in Adamson but you do have bad taste.

(Clarissa looks outraged as she stares dead at Hidari and walks up to him)

Clarissa- You piece of trash! I NEVER SAW ANYTHING IN YOU AND QUITE FRANKLY HIDARI YOU ARE A JOKE AND A SCUM!

Hidari- I know and you missed me you wish you could come back to me, lay with me and do things you always wanted to do with me! When I stare into your eyes I see someone who wishes they can be with Greatness! Team Japan is at the top of the food chain and Max well Max is Max.

(Clarissa slaps Hidari but Hidari grips her up almost proceeding to kiss her but then he stops)

Hidari- Wait..you're a whore! You are a slut and all you're good at doing is using your hands and lips for private sessions with Max and everyone else you been with. You are a wasted space of life Clarissa and I hope Max catch a disease from you!

(Hidari shoves Clarissa as Clarissa begins to shed tears..she jumps Hidari as security begins to break Clarissa apart from him. Hidari takes off his track jacket letting lose from Clarissa grasp. Hidari smirks as he walks to the curtains to enter the Arena)

(Essence blast on the PA as Hidari walks out in his Team Japan Attire wearing a Black t-shirt with Red Japanese Characters on the back. On the front is a crest on the bicep of the shirt. Hidari looks annoyed as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring..Essence die down as he points to Mike Bird)

Mike Bird- Ladies and Gentlemen please allow me to welcome you! Future 2X European/International/Japanese Championnn Hidariii Kenji!

(Hidari smiles as he goes out to steal Mike Bird's microphone)

Hidari- Testing...Testing...is this thing work.. Ok.

(The fans boo)

Hidari- You see I love to come out here each and every week and just tell you all how much I hate you in ever way. You see you fat lazy Europeans are the real sum of this planet. Not me! Not Team Japan! But all of Europe I can't stand. I see people actually living wealthy in America but they're worst too! The crime rate for Americans has tripled! And the obesity rate is high as well!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- I can't stand fat people and I can't stand each and everyone of you pale skin...accent having dorks! Thats right ducks! You people sound like ducks! All you do is quack, moan and shit! Quack, Moan and Shit!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- But enough of you losers because in just a few days I will reclaim my spot back where it ended. I will be your 2x European Champion! Because one The Fanatic is overrated and because two no jokes should be holding on to that belt while I'm busting my ass day in and day out!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- You people are delusions you don't even respect talent! I have said it before and I have said it again! I am the best damn thing this company has on here as a talent! I am far better than your current champion holders! I am more dominate than Keith Leone someone who spent a whole year getting his ass handed to him and now he's the self proclaim locker room leader! The top dog in this company! News flash Keith I was top dog before your filthy hands came to 6WF to take what I wanted for soo long! That World Heavyweight Championship belongs to me and I'll be damed if the opportunity slips!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- I guarantee you by the end of the year I will be raising the 6WF Championship high above because Team Japan is good at doing the things you people hate to see. If I said that Japan will have a much stronger presence than Cassius Zhi and China please believe it! I will make history as your future Japanese World Heavyweight Champion!

BOTTOMLINE!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- Now back to the boring present..Last week I had a match with that joke Vortex and I. When I was down on the ground getting pinned 1....2....3. My foot was on the robes and that trash referee didn't see it! I am tired and sick of the officials who are calling my matches and is not doing their damn job well!!!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- Vortex mark my words this is just the beginning of what will come to you in the future! Vortex mark my damn words! I want your body beaten up and blood!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- Now for the Fanatic! The time is concluding til I can go troll hunting! The Fanatic you are a mountain troll and I want your head on a stick! After this match go back to your town and watch as the children will be crying because their so called! Hometown joke of a hero has failed them The Fanatic I'm here to stay I don't know about you!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- Listen to me closely as I said before a year from now we'll see who's til in 6WF. I guarantee you by Jan of 2014 I will still be here wrestling kicking ass taking names while The Fanatic will be moping the floors of a nearby Mcdonalds! Back in 2011 I faced off against Shawn Styles at my very first Born In Fire. I kicked his teeth down his throat and ended his career now he's nowhere to be found! Yes! I have ended careers and you think if I walk into Betrayal and not walk out as European Champion for a second time. I will make sure that title stays vacant for a while!

(Hidari smirks)

Hidari- And another thing...if any of you losers in the back has anything to say to be about controlling this company. The be my guest and step up! NOW!


(Hidari stares at the tron for a 6WF Superstar to come out...scene fades away)

RJ: I'm glad to be able to confirm I'll be bringing you an exclusive interview with returning Hall of Famer Finlay tomorrow from his farm in Ireland, and trust me if you think what that cheating cyclist had to say was interesting you'll want to check out the Mad Dog Irishman tomorrow !!

MW: To be honest, if Finlay was on EPO that would help explain the erratic behavior his whole life !! I don't believe for one second that he's turned over a new leaf, I fancy he'll be the same old Drunken slob within a few weeks back in the ring. Competing at the highest level drives people to their limits and there is no higher level than 6WF.

RJ: Well Michael we all know you were driven to your limits here in 6WF but I think Finlay has a bit more to give than your stereotype might suggest. He's a determined and ambitious character nowadays more than ever before and he's got years of in ring experience !!

MW: And it's taken alot out of him, he can barely walk or talk these days, the guys a cripple who obviously needs the pay check, I can't wait to see him get his ass kicked if he steps back in this ring/

RJ: Well we'll see, anyway be sure to tune in tomorrow to see what Finlay has to say in his first interview with the 6WF in over 3 years !!

The crowd are still roaring TGA’s name and The Saint takes a back and allows it to continue. As it continues The Saint mockingly looks to his wrist as if looking at a watch. It finally subsides and The Saint looks at TGA intensely, his eye slowly drifting towards the TAW Championship belt…

The Saint: It’s sickened you watching unworthy champions? Well, Teej, you must be sick to the stomach of looking at yourself in the mirror, because you’re the epitome of unworthy champions. Especially judging on this reign, even if it’s lasted a month. Because forgive me if I’m mistaken ‘champ’ but after each show, hasn’t it ended with you lying flat on your ass? There’s a common trend emerging, some people can’t handle being the hunted, and that’s you all over. Like I said, you achieved that belt in fortuitous circumstances, you practically stole that title. And you having no right to it is showing, because I look at you, and the strains showing, the pressure, this divine pressure, it’s beginning to tell.

If you were a true, fighting champion like you say you are, you’d have known, sensed that the Divine Intervention that left you on your sorry ass was coming. Do you really think I was going to be amicable? Decent? Professional about it all when you’ve got what’s rightfully mine?! Shit, TGA, how do you not get this?! I’ll spell it out for you good and proper: I’m the fucking Saint, I do what I want, when I want, how I want.

But the thing is, as cute as your pandering to this worthless crowd was, again you were sort of right, when you drew mention to the whole 6WF/6CW thing. And which team I was pulling for that night. You see, it was irrelevant to me where I set up camp, because as long as someone was willing to pay me cold hard cash to do what I love, I’d have pulled rank…

And you might say that’s spineless, immoral, awful of me, but the fact of the matter is this: I have and always will look out for number one. And just in case you haven’t got that into that small, deluded head of yours TGA, The Saint will ALWAYS be number one. I’m happy to admit I’m rotten to the core, I have questionable morals, I do things on a whim, but that’s fine, because when you’re as strong, as powerful, as dominant as I am, I can deal with the consequences.

Put it this way, Teej, I was pulling rank for the opposition, ready to see this company die, yet when it fell on its ass and 6WF won, they still begged me to come back, the so called honourable, decent suits that now hinder my every move literally got on their hands and knees and prayed… THEY BEGGED for me to carry on…

And do you know why, TGA? Do you want to know why?

The Saint gets into TGA’s face, so they are practically nose to nose…

RJ: It’s when these two go nose to nose like this that you really realise just how explosive their encounter will be…

The Saint: They know that this company will DIE without me; they know I’m the integral cog in this organisation, I make the wheels turn, I turn good feuds into EXCELLENT feuds… I turn the potentially stagnant, the boring and I make it watchable. THIS COMPANY IS NOTHING WITHOUT ME TGA.. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

And if we’re going to play this game TGA, where you’re going to belittle me, make me look small in comparison to you. I’m going to respond in the emphatic way that only I can…

Who is the man that is going to get beaten to within an inch of his life at Betrayal? TGA.

Who is the man that isn’t even fit to wipe my ass? TGA.

With each question The Saint’s eyes get more intense so it’s burning into TGA.

The Saint: WHO, is the man that will end your pitiful, meaningless reign at Betrayal? The Saint.

Who is the man that will drive a nail into the coffin of your career? The SAINT.

WHO IS THE MAN THAT DESPITE ALL THE DOUBTERS, ALL THE HATE, ALL THE JIBES STILL GOING TO RISE ABOVE IT ALL AND ASCEND? THE SAINT!!

You may be better than me, Teej. But on a moral level, you fight for what’s good, what the fans want, what they expect of you, what you expect of yourself… Me? I just do what the fuck I like. And that’s where we differ. I’ll go that extra mile because I know I can, whilst you have to consider what these cretins expect of you…

But one thing, Teej… Don’t you dare say you’re better than me at wrestling, because you aren’t, nobody can touch me, Cassius couldn’t, JJ couldn’t, Leone couldn’t and you… You certainly couldn’t!

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(As Hidari continue to talk the camera turns to the backstage where we see our Tag Team Champions Dopant Zero with their precious 6WF Tag Team Championship Belts)

6WF Reporter- We are just days away before our Tag Team Champions Dopant Zero defend against Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia....how will you guy...

(Tsukasa snatches the Microphone from the reporter)

Tsukasa- Stop talking....seriously you reporters all sound the same and we need more Japan around to be more class!

Tsukasa- I'm starting to feel pumped for this match because this is the second time Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia get a opportunity at our Tag Team Championship titles and I'm annoyed by now. We eradicated Yarmouth Blade and The Dragon and now we gotta worry about these idiots. Well since they didn't get the message the first time I guess we gotta end their careers now!

Kenzaki- You see you stupid European Reporter. I'm nicer in opposed to Tsukasa. But we are indeed the top tag team of this company and we are bored with this division. We destroyed everyone who stood in our way and now we're looking to break records. We are a dominate Tag Team and we held these titles for over 50 days. Unlike Hidari we will hold these titles and break the records of Lex Hart and Perfect Jack!

Tsukasa- I'm tired of this....I want blood on my hands when I fight Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia. I want their European Blood on my fist when I step into that ring. After Betrayal! I promise you two boys gonna wish you never faced us.

YOU TWO BOYS ARE GOING TO WISH YOU NEVER FACED US IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Kenzaki- This division is dead because of our dominance! We have come and defeated them all. There are no one left in our grasp and we are the reasons why people actually tune in to see myself pull off a 360 Shooting Star Press

Tsukasa- Or a Kunai Powerbomb anywhere! Maybe through a table at least!

Kenzaki- Regardless we're heading into Betrayal with a vengeance and for a hunt for hurt and destruction!

Tsukasa- I want to end Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia Sunday and move on to be one of the Greatest Tag Team to ever hold onto these belts! I will destroy Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia

Kenzaki- Together we will take out Johnny Goldman & Zach Corchia!

Tsukasa- You're right...but I want to hurt people

Kenzaki- I do to..

Tsukasa- Well lets get out of here and do it Sunday

Kenzaki- Ok

(Both men walk off as the scene fades to black)

[justify]Suddenly “Breathe” blasts out of the speakers and the crowd start cheering. Vortex answers Hidari’s call and comes down to the ring. He is wearing casual clothes and dark glasses as he strides down to the ring. He grabs a microphone before climbing under the ropes and staring Hidari down. He gets right up into Kenji’s face as the crowd continue cheering.

Vortex: Reality check Jap……roll the damn tape!

Vortex allows Hidari to rise, he then places him into a full nelson hold. He swings the former European Champion around viciously before drilling him to the mat with a Full Nelson slam. Hidari rolls up, Vortex sets up for a powerbomb which Hidari counters with a hurracanrana. Vortex staggers up...

MW: Superkick!

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

Vortex barely gets the shoulder up, Hidari lifts him up and sets up for Genshin! But Vortex manages to fight his way out of the hold, Hidari turns around...

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

Ding, Ding,Ding!

RJ: Vortex wins!

MW: What a win that is for Vortex!

Vortex: “What a win” indeed! You see its funny…at no point during that pin did I see your foot on the ropes. Maybe I am mistaken. Roll the damn tape!

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

Ding, Ding,Ding!

RJ: Vortex wins!

MW: What a win that is for Vortex!

Vortex: No…..must have missed it again. All I saw was your ass handed to you. All I saw was you withering in pain after my finisher. All I saw was yet another broken victim of Rupture. Let’s see again shall we!

The tape plays on a continuous loop of the finishing move.

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

Vortex: What with the rest of your shattered bones, I don’t actually think you had the ability to wave a white flag, let alone put your leg on the ropes!

He backs away from Kenji’s face.

Vortex: You know, I have enough to worry about right now then some poor excuse of a wrestler, speaker, human being; ranting about how he feels cheated. You weren’t relevant at the first Born in Fire. You weren’t relevant last year. You aren’t relevant in 2013! Face it Kenji, you had your chance and you blew it. Sooner or later you will be down the card in your rightful place having little bouts with someone that you may actually beat. Someone that is interested in these whining promos you have. Basically someone who gives a shit!

He walks back up to Hidari.

Vortex: Thing is Kenji…..apart from those other yellow bastards you hang around with….no-one backstage gives a toss about how you feel, what you say or if you are still breathing. That’s why no-one comes out to face you. That’s why you stand alone after making the challenge. We have better. Things. To do!

He gets right in Hidari’s face again.

Vortex: You want this to be the start? You want to see me bloody and beaten? Well ok then…..you will get your chance. I will enjoy sending you crashing to the mat over and over and over again. Be careful what you wish for Kenji. The wishing may make the nightmare come true!

He walks away and slides out of the ring before backing up the aisle.

Vortex: Now if you don’t mind….I have a match to prepare for! Good luck against The Fanatic. You are going to need it! And speaking of the big guy..........

The Halloween Theme begins to play and the arena is plunged into a red light as The Fanatic slowly makes his way onto the ramp. He lifts up his european title above his head and looks up towards it. He then slowly turns his attention to Hidari, Looking down at him in the ring and laughing sadistically. A stage hand quickly comes from behind the curtain microphone in hand, which he hands to fanatic as the halloween theme ends playing. Fanatic continues to stare right at Hidari as he lifts the microphone to his mouth. The Stage hand stays close by.

F- So Hidari, Hidari, Hidari, you really think you will beat me for my European title, You think you will make me fade to black, send me back to obscurity, well think again, because once again Hidari like every time I faced you, I will rip you from limb to limb and walk out victorious. I'm here to stay Hidari, This is what I have worked up to, this is where I'am, This is where I will always be. The same can't be said of you, you will soon be gone,Injured or running back to 6CW, crying because you havent had your own way with me, you will go back to 6CW because you may have a chance to win something, because you sure as hell won't be winning anything here again, The only reason you had this belt in the first place is because I wasnt here when you won it.

Fanatic begins to pace up and down the stage, he seems to be getting angrier and more wound up , grabbing at his long black hair as he walks

F- This European Title Hidari is mine and th is is exactally where its going to stay (fanatic points to the title on his shoulder). My belt not yours, not anyone elses mine.

Fanatic shouts as the stage hand seemingly looks at the european title

F- MY BELT.

Hidari I have said everything I have needed and wanted to say to you for months now but it obviously hasnt sunk in and you are still stupid enough to talk shit and keep running your mouth. Hidari Im Better than you. I have proved it time and time again. Hidari at betrayal you walk into your own personal hell and you will not walk out the same if at all, I will hurt you

Now, I move on to my future opponents, Mcmanus and Chaos, All I have to say is look who out of the entire emporium is currently holding a belt, Not the true profit, not the future, but the laughing stock of the whole stable and when I finish with little hidari here, I will face one of you for my belt and even when I face one of you, this belt will remain as mine.

RJ: Well folks, we promised you a reveal all interview with Finlay and i'm proud to announce that it's coming right up.

MW: I'm sure this is award winning journalism by you RJ, lets just see what the drunkard has to say for himself.

The camera cuts to RJ sitting on a chair in the midst of large empty Milking parlor, the evidence of the days work is still obvious and RJ shuffles uncomfortably in his chair as Finlay covered in muck and wearing a tight pair of John Deere overalls plants himself down in a seat beside him.

RJ: So we're here live from Finlay's farm for an exclusive first media interview with the returning superstar in a number of years, I suppose we'll start of simple, what has brought you back after all this time Fin ??

Finlay: Look around you RJ, look at me, look at my home, what does it scream to you ? Fighting Irishman? Mad dog ? Hall of Famer ? When all the fans of the company go onto the alumni section of the 6wf website I didn't want them to read about Finlay the craziest S.O.B the companies ever seen and how he's settled down as a crippled bachelor farmer with nothing to show for other than a Hall of Fame ring which he nearly had to sell to keep his head above water. I've given my life and my health to helping establish 6WF and I felt I had something to prove, that there was life in the old dog yet. When I walked away I let the fans down, I never showed them the respect they afforded me, and i'm going to correct that wrong.

RJ: A lot of people are wondering whether or not you're mentally or physically stable enough to compete in the ring once more ?

Finlay: I'm not going to hide my past RJ, sure as hell like anyone else I've had problems and I still have some. I used to go to the ring drunk, after a fight i'd drink till i'd blacked out and my life was lived on a Molotov of Whiskey, painkillers and Valium. It's pure luck that i'm still alive today, that i'm not in prison. I've been in front of a judge for assault, for drunk and disorderly, reckless driving and plenty of other things, but i've tried hard to turn my life around and it's a battle with my inner demons every single day.

As for my physical capabilities, I have to be upfront and honest, the interior ligament in my right knee has been torn ever since a fight I had in 6WF almost 5 years ago for the tag titles, I never let it heal and gradually it became so bad that at this stage that leg is essentially good for nothing other than limping. However, mark my words it won't stop me in the ring, pain is a motivator for me, these last few weeks I've started from scratch, early morning runs, sparring, weights and just general blood sweat and tears and that won't change until i've come back into that 6WF ring and shown every single fan what the fighting Irishman is all about.

RJ: What's your current status with 6WF ?

Finlay: I've yet to sign a contract, given my history it's very difficult for the company to insure me, i'm seen as a danger to the safety of the whole company and until I can prove otherwise i'll be unsanctioned in any actions I take in the ring or around the arena, all i'll say though is goodluck to anyone who wants to try and stop me achieving what I believe I owe the 6WF universe.

RJ: You come into this stint without your brother JSS ? What's ye're current status at the moment ?

Finlay : I haven't spoken to J since 2010 when I was involved in an accident which left him unable to enter the ring ever again. I.... I.... I was drunk RJ, too drunk and John just wanted to help me, he got all my friends around, my dad, Bliss Sorrows, Code Effrego, all these various guys who had been great to me during my career. I suppose it was an intervention but I just saw it as prying. I snapped and went for JSS, everyone in the room was so shocked that by the time they could get in and pull us apart I had driven him through my kitchen table and he landed on his neck, breaking it and nearly paralyzing him in the process. I haven't seen John, my father, Bliss or anyone else since that day. It's just been me and my demons fighting an inner war every moment of every day.

RJ: How are you going to work your way up in 6WF ??

Finlay: From the bottom up, I want to take every single wrestler on that roster who has shown dis respect to the fans, who is arrogant and believes they have a god given right to be a champion and teach them the true meanings of this company, hard work, graft and a willingness to go toe to toe with the Mad Dog Finlay, i'm pumped for stepping back in that ring and showing everyone that whatever i've done before i'm here to make right, I want to excite the fans, ignite their passion, empower them and engage them every single week I'm on the show and I just hope beyond hope that they allow me to do that.

One last thing RJ.... I'm Finlaaaaaaaaaaaaaay and I loooooooooove to fight.

Finlay gets up and hobbles out of the parlor as the camera fades to Black.

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(Hidari smirks at Vortex and The Fanatic as he chuckles with cockiness)

(You got RUPTURE! Chants from the fans)

(You got RUPTURE!)

(Hidari laughs)

(You got RUPTURE!)

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Hidari- Of all people you Vortex have to come out here and b!tch, moan and complain about your so called win. I like how I'm getting to your head Vortex! Deep down inside Vortex you are afraid of me and you are afraid of what the future holds for your soon to be future endeavored career. Last time I checked when I was European Champion you was in the back rubbing and kissing Mr. Kenty's ass begging for a match for a title you lost to a 6CW Reject! News flash BOY! I guarantee you and each and everyone of these people that I will be the best thing this company has ever seen. Mark my damn words! That same sad excuse for a wrestler and a giant with no talent!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- And once you lose to Lukas Takeo this Sunday I will be watching you suffer and faint!

(The fans boo)

Hidari- But it's funny you two come out here and try to test me where clearly you two couldn't even live up to my hype!

YOU TWO COULDN'T EVEN DO WHAT I HAVE DONE IN 2012! I WON A CHAMPIONSHIP WITHIN A MONTH OF MY DAYS HERE IN 6WF.

I AM THE BEST DAMN THING THIS COMPANY HAS

(Hidari walks up to Vortex)

I AM DAMN SURE BETTER THAN YOU PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY!, BASICALLY I AM THE BEST MAN IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW!

(The fans boo)

(YOU SUCK chants)

Hidari- Each and everyone of these idiotic parasites and bugs knows it as well! And the only reason why people pay to see me and now you is because I can actually pull off a five star match! I defeated former World Champions! Triple Crown Champions! And what have you really done Vortex besides kiss ass and b!tch, moan and complain!?

(The fans boo)

Hidari- Because it's funny how a has been and no talent wrestler feel the need to stand up for what they believe in whereas. I'm looking at two cartoon characters Tom and Jerry!

One is a rat and nobody likes a rat!

And the taller one has no balls you big pu$$y!

(The fans are in aww)

(Vortex is pissed and The Fanatic just threw his European Championship on the floor)

Hidari- And truth be told I would much rather had lost the European Championship to James Mcmanus because that kid! That kid has more talent than you landing a dropkick FAT BOY!

(Hidari laughs)

Hidari- Now back to last week when Vortex and the referee screw me which by the way that same European Parasite of a referee called my match where I lost it to you tall sack of $hit in the first place. But since this company is hypocritical and is racist against Japanese Men! I will cease control of this company and all of its worth whether you two like it or now! You will fall under my control! I will be the one standing at the top of the ladder and 2013 has only just begun! Best believe boys! I will make much more of impact than you two has ever done in your whole career!


Hidari- But Vortex so clearly you as stupid as these other people but I have proof that my foot was indeed on the ropes. Exclusively from YouTube! Some Hidari-maniac decides to upload a video of my foot actually on the ropes! Play it!

RJ: RUPTURE!

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

Ding, Ding,Ding!

RJ: Vortex wins!

MW: What a win that is for Vortex!

6WF Fan: His foot was on the ropes!!!!!!!

6WF Fan: His foot was on the ropes!!!!!!!

(Vortex realizes Hidari's foot was on the ropes but moved it after the bell rung)

Hidari- You see you smart son of a b!tch. You couldn't even beat me if I had one hand tied behind me you are not a good of a wrestler as me! Hell that slut Clarissa pulled up more more of a fight than you actually

(Hidari smirks)

Hidari- OWN UP TO YOUR DAMN LIES!

Vortex you cannot beat me!

VORTEX YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME!

VORTEX YOU ARE A LOSER!

(Vortex is pissed off!)

Hidari- Now as for you Fanatic. I'm tired of kicking your ass and pinning you 1.....2....3 just like the last time we faced off so how about we add some spice into our match Sunday! Of course since you are the current boring champion! I want us to face off with a stipulation! The final battle between you and me and I'm being the bigger man with balls since obviously you don't have none at all!

WE CAN DO A NO DQ MATCH!

(The fans cheer)

A STEEL CAGE MATCH!

(The fans cheer)

or...

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A TLC MATCH!

(The fans goes off!)

(The Fanatic looks nervous)

Hidari- Cheap pop... regardless of what stipulation we go through you will lose that tile if it's the last thing I do! I will end your career Sunday The Fanatic and you will wish you never challenged me in the first place! Your blood will be on my hands!

(Hidari smiles waiting for a response from the two men while the crowd is amped!)

(TGA snarls at The Saint and shakes his head.)

RJ: TGA looks pissed, Wire!

MW: It's not surprising really. Saint's calling Teej out on all of his lies.

(TGA turns his back on Saint and walks in a small circle. He finally raises the mic to his mouth...)

TGA: And there lies your problem Saint. You're so fucking arrogant!

(The crowd cheer, although some seem taken aback by TGA's language.)

TGA: You truly believe that you are the only person in this company who follows his own rules. You're ignorant enough to believe that I conform to the expectations of the fans, which in a way means I am selling out my true self. You don't consider that I don't conform to the fans expectations, the fans alter their expectations based on me.

You know why I'm sitting at the top of the pyramid, pretty much being held up by this collective force? It's because they realise what I am fighting for is what needs to be fought for. This isn't just a black and white game of good versus evil. This battle is far more complicated than that.

We've known each other for years and you still don't think that I am willing to cross the lines you will... Well on Sunday night when you're willing to put it all on the line, just you watch me follow you across that line and match you all the way. Whilst I like to keep my fans entertained, the most important thing to me is the TAW World Championship.

(TGA points down to his belt.)

TGA: This little beauty that's wrapped around MY waist. This makes my return and the defeats I suffered on the way worth it. But what do you have to show for your victories over the past months? Just an inflated ego and momentary buzz. That's all your career has ever been. You're not desperate for success, you're just desperate for attention.

6wF may have invited you back to the company, but you could have turned away and stuck to your guns. But you didn't. You came back to 6wF because you were guaranteed another 15 minutes in the spotlight. Every single one of your actions is like you putting another couple of quid in the meter; relentless in your mission to not be forgotten.

At Betrayal this Sunday, I finally get the chance to bankrupt you. You'll finally be unable to feed your dirty habit. Whilst you've been bruised and battered in your time with 6wF, you've never really been down and out. I have. I've been at the lowest points in my life whilst working for 6wF and I've had to walk away. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to.

I never lied to these fans about my reasons, I wasn't willing to play the guilt-tripping game that JJ Johnson did. I walked out on 6wF because it seemed impossible for me to stay. But every time it happened I came back stronger than ever.

I might not have matched my first reign as World Champion since I arrived, but I remain just as impressive. I am The Godsent Athlete! You might be the Divine Intervention, but this coming weekend you'll be going toe-to-toe with the Divine Prevention. Your cheap shot at Lockdown showed you for the pathetic creature you are. Any little thing to give you the advantage coming into the match on Sunday.

You might think you can do what you want, when you want, to who you want.

You might think that this Sunday you'll be walking out as TAW Champion.

You might think that at Betrayal all of your work in 2012 might finally get rewarded.

But do you really believe any of that?

(TGA gets back in the face of The Saint and locks eye contact. TGA has to put the mic to the side of his face to be able to speak.)

TGA: Because when I look into your eyes, I don't see someone who can actually pull all of that off. Don't get me wrong, to any other man you might be intimidating. Hell, I can see why you survived in this business for so many years. The bravado... The designer suit and shades is who you are Saint. Don't kid yourself.

Those sunglasses come in handy to hide your fear. Of course you won't admit it, but deep down inside, a part of you is terrified of what could happen at Betrayal. My return has been ridiculed endlessly, but at the end of the day I stand before you as World Champion. You've been chasing gold just as long as me, but what do you have to show for it?

Sunday night gives you a chance - a final chance - to achieve success. This crowd will have already witnessed some hellacious matches, but they'll just be warming them up for the main event. Keith Leone might think that they're here for him, Logan Kincade might think the fans want to see more from him, but the truth is that everyone flocks for The Saint versus T-G-A!

This is so much more than just a World title match. The history, the vitriol, the intensity, the consequences... When I leave that ring with you flat out on your back, where do you go from there? I suggest you go straight out the door.

Don't look back.

And never come back.

*The camera focuses In on Max Adamson and Scorpion,who are both stood in separate corners of the ring scowling at each other when suddenly "I Fought the Law" blares out the arena to a huge ovation from the fans. Both men quickly turn to face the stage as the hooded figure of Cameron Faith steps from behind the curtain wearing some baggy jeans, boots and a hoody with a cap peak poking out from under it.

Cameron reaches the top of the ramp and removes the hood fully revealing the Yankees cap he is wearing before making his way to the ring slapping the fans hands as he passes them*

RJ: We have heard from Max, Scorpion and even Abe and it looks like Cameron has something to add.

MW: Like what a joke it is he has been put in another title match

RJ: Nay has earned this opportunity just like every one else.

MW: Sure he did RJ, and I spent the night with Miss Jessica.

* Cameron is handed a microphone and walks round the ring to an empty corner before sliding in and eyeing up both his opponents before finally settling on scorpion who Is now smirking at Cameron*

CF: I haven't changed a damn thing?

Thats exactly the type of talk I expect from from a straight edge bitch with head so far up the nearest GMs ass he doesn't know what day it.

Back when McGraw decided that this needed certain champions, faces that fitted a particular mould and he binned you as his favourite and set up the consultancy not many people around here cared but I did, I went straight after his prize possession Logan and was happy to take out Vortex, Trevor Swann and Kurt Hernandez in the process.

I may not have been the one to finish the job, but I damn sure fired the opening shots and that guaranteed shot at title of you have, this elimination chamber match you are in for Mr Kenty's Freeweight championship is all happening because someone had the balls to stand up to McGraw and fight for change.

*Cameron continues to glare at Scorpion before turning away and starting to pace up and down the empty side of the ring*

CF: Abe that's why I was so pissed off, because I was on the front line fighting your battles, putting my health on the line suffering concussion after concussion and you still looked upon me as a sacrifice worth making but you don't have to worry, I did move on months ago when I realised you where just like everyone, only out for number one.

When it boils down to it You, Scorpion, Marshall are all the same clinging to the people in power, making sure you are right their when an opportunity arises.

*Cameron stops pacing and turns to Max*

Which brings me nicely on to you and how you made it into this match, you are another one who doesn't see me as a threat but just someone to make up the numbers. Don't you think that's a bit rich coming from someone who snuck into this match at the last minute to replace Marshall, but then again that won't bother you as we all know how much you like sloppy seconds.

But that's fine with me, I am happy to be the underdog who everyone underestimates. Just ask Mike Hill what happens when you do that.

*Cameron starts to pace back and forward again while the crowd chant his bame*

I have competed in the most brutal match this company has to offer Hardcore Hell, I along with Mr Kenty competed in those Ladder Matches at War. I may have never competed in this type of match before but I have pretty good idea of what to expect and that's an all out war.

There is four other men in this match desperate to once again call themselves a champion and a champion who instead of bitching and moaning about having to defend his title in this type of match relishes the challenge of proving he is the best.

*The crowd start to loudly chant for Mr Kenty*

I can't guarantee winning this match because every single competitor is good enough to win, but I can guarantee that like every other championship match I have been in, the only way you are eliminating me is by putting me in a hospital.

*Cameron stops pacing and starts to exit the ring*

('Rain Wizard' blasts out of the speakers and the crowd boo loudly as Crime Lord slowly strides out onto the stage and raises his arms in the air. He's wearing a grey suit and a blue shirt as he walks down the ramp ignoring the jeering fans. Crime Lord steps up the ramps and through the ropes. He's already holding a microphone.)

CL- The questions being asked before Betrayal is...why are you so bitter Crime Lord? Why can't you accept that Logan Kincade is the new and better generation? Why do you want to pass the torch? Why are you not happy that he made the Hardcore title great?

(Crime Lord paces in the centre of the ring.)

CL- The answer to those questions is that none of them are true, none of them should be asked. I am not bitter about that nut-case getting a few plaudits for taking out a man that I destroyed a year before, defeating Blue Dragon was a mere technicality after I left him a shell of a man. This new generation of 6WF wrestlers is no way better than me, not one of those little runts, and especially not Logan Kincade are better than me, none of them will achieve the success that I have, none of them will bring in money like I do and none of them will be as brutal and unforgiving as I will be this weekend against Logan Kincade.

I'm not going to pass the torch because I am not finished! I am at the very peak of my career and the world title is still there for the taking and Kincade isn't the man to stop me continuing my path of destruction, my level of success. There is no torch to pass, I hold the torch and I will keep the torch for the rest of my career and longer because nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever be good enough to continue my legacy. Finally, let's get this straight....Logan Kincade did not make the Hardcore title great...I did and then in turn the Hardcore title made Kincade a somebody. It took that snivelling Scouser out of the gutter and put him on a pedestal, a pedestal I created...with my blood, my sweat, my strength, my fury. The Hardcore Title is just one of my many legacies, I took a title that was laughed, that was ridiculed and I turned into one of the most sought after prizes in wrestling. I made it valuable, worthwhile...I made it great.

Logan Kincade probably thinks he's the very best right now, like so many before him, a little success in the small leagues, beating the little men and he thinks he's capable of it all. He's wrong. He's not capable of licking this mat clean of the blood of my many encounters. I am more intelligent, more athletic, stronger....better than he is in every way damn possible. He needs to start kissing Danny McGraw's ass even more now because at least now Logan can be wheeled out of this arena, still secure in the knowledge that he can keep the Hardcore title, as an everlasting memory of his inadequacy. He can look at every night and realise that the only thing stopping that title being around my waist for the FOURTH time is Danny McGraw's decision.

I hope you enjoy eating through a tube Logan, because I'm going to show you what makes a real Hardcore champion. It's not about weapons, it's not about blood, it's not about "no rules". It's about being ruthless, brutal and not stopping at anything to win. I am the very embodiment of hardcore...you....you're just like the rest, not special....just deluded.

(We cut backstage where a hooded figure is seen getting ready, the camera is behind him so we cannot sew his face)

?: This is it, the moment the world has been waiting for. Ever since we were screwed out of our world title we have become a laughing stock. Well no longer.

Tonight James you should fear for your life for you have released him. You have released your darkest nightmare. You should have quit whilst you were ahead.

Seriously James do you honestly believe you are better than us? You are better than a prophet with nothing to live for. But him? But us at full strength? We think not James.

The chains that held him cannot be remade

(The camera focusses in on the figures wrists, as he tapes them up we see deep cuts where cuffs appear to have dug in)

Is that what you wanted to happen James? You are not the future, you were but a vessel that enabled him to escape the perfect prison, the emporium you were employed to protect crumbled around him.

And tonight you will complete your role as Judas Iscariot. The betrayal of your messiah has led to the beginning of the end.

The host

The prophet

And him.

Judgement day will fall for you once your Betrayal is complete James, you will forever be known as the man that released him from the chains that held him.

And all of our warnings went unheard.

Enjoy your final moments James, you as leader of the parasites. Just as the prophecy foretold. A parasite that will usher in the words of the true prophet. The hero that will be betrayed just as the Messiah wished.

That is you James.

Your role in history is completed, once he is in charge there will be no need for you any more. We will retake our rightful place, in the throne of the 6WF World Champion. And where will you be James?

Right back where he found you.

(The hooded figure looks up into the mirror where we see the ripped mask of Chaos with the self inflicted cut from last week still bleeding through the ripped mask on the left of his face)

This is it my old friend,

A brave new world is calling,

He has returned

(Chaos smiles his twisted smile before turning towards the camera)

Tickity

Tickity

Boom

(Chaos laughs before coughing up blood, he spits this into the lens of the camera, the blood slowly runs down the lens revealing the word HIM. We then fade to black)

The atmosphere is charged as The Saint and TGA are nose to nose, TGA’s final words almost tangible as they lash against The Saint. Mirroring TGA, The Saint holds his microphone to the side, maintaining the proximity to the TAW Champion, the intensity reaching almost nuclear levels.

The Saint: I’m. Going. Nowhere!

Because, Teej, pure and simple. I’m not going to lose at Betrayal… I’m not even entertaining the idea that I might walk out of Liverpool without that belt.

I find it personally encouraging that you’re starting to work me out, that you’re really understanding what makes me tick, what my animus is.

Because you’re right, we’ve known each other for a long time, we’ve been in some epic encounters. But this one, this is by far the biggest. This is a clash of ideals, a clash of ideologies. This war, this battle it’s more about a fight for a championship. It’s two men trying to better the other, to stamp their viewpoint unto the other.

We have you, the prized sheep, and me, the black sheep that nobody adores, that everybody ignores. Well at Betrayal, I make the statement; I make people stop and listen. There’ll be no beating the drum of this company, instead you’ll ALL be beating to MY rhythm!

There’s a changing of the guard coming TGA.

But as one last parting shot, Teej. I’m calling it now, at Betrayal, I’m going to hurt you, I’m going to inflict the most amount of pain you’ve ever felt in your career. So much so, that at the end of Betrayal, you’ll be flat on your ass, and I’ll be stood tall, as your champion, as your better.

The Era of the Realist, ushered in, in one of the most brutal beatings in 6WF history.

Simply put, Teej, I’m going to kick your ass.

The Saint drops his microphone, as does TGA and both men begin trash talking one another, practically butting heads.