6WF Betrayal Results 27/1/2013

Betrayal goes live to air at the Liverpool Echo arena with a Red and Blue pyrotechnics display at the top of the ramp, appeasing fans from both sides of the city.

A preview video then begins to play on the titantron, showing various highlights from the last month of action. The footage ends with TGA and Keith Leone holding their title belts, with their challengers in a split screen looking on. The camera then pans to the commentary desk...

RJ: GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! Welcome to the first 6WF Pay Per View of 2013, BETRAYAL! We are at the Liverpool Echo Arena and are broadcasting live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD. I'm RJ and I am joined by usual partner in crime, Michael Wire. Good evening Michael.

MW: Evening RJ and what a show we have in store for the fans tonight, it really will kick 2013 into full gear! We understand there are other big events on today, so thanks for tuning into us instead of top gear and dancing on ice!

RJ: Some massive matches lined up tonight Michael...

MW: Certainly is Arj, in the literal sense we see Vortex and Takeo squaring off once more whilst the Elimination Chamber also returns to 6WF for the first time in over a year.

RJ: Two huge world title matches lined up, with The Saint gunning for the TAW Title against TGA whilst Keith Leone defends his 6WF belt in a fatal four way contest.

MW: Some huge personal rivalries as well tonight, no more so than Cassius Zhi vs Lex Hart.

The camera pans to show some of the fans signs;

"Everton suck"
"Liverpool suck"
"What's the royal rumble?!"
"#hippocrat"
"Kelly Brook is NOT a chav"
"PODCAST, PODCAST"
"Chaos is going crazy"
"LOOOGGAAANNN KINCAADEEEEE"

Marshall Murdoch is shown walking backstage towards Danny McGraw’s office as Jack Reynolds approaches him…

JR: Marshall? Can we get a few words after what happened on Lockdown?

Marshall continues to walk as Reynolds tries to keep up…

MM: No.

JR: No? Nothing at all?

Marshall stops in his tracks and stares at Reynolds…

MM: No. Nothing. I did my talking in the ring on Friday, like I said I would. Like I promised. The Era of Murdoch isn’t a game, a cool fad or the next dot com experience. It’s the real thing. I don’t need to justify or explain myself to you, those lifeless, callous pinheads out there in the crowd. I don’t need to offer an explanation to Patricks, Cobra or Keith Leone. I made a statement. A statement that still reverberates around these walls and one that won’t just go quietly into the night. And come Betrayal, that reverberation will come full circle. The era will begin, and the Marshall Law that was heard around the world, will repeat, and you’ll see a new 6WF World Champion. Now get out of my sight…

Reynolds backs off as Marshall continues to walk towards McGraw’s office….

RJ: Here we go ladies and gentlemen! Lets kick off the Betrayal PPV with some singles action. The first match on the card tonight is Kuinshi against Jerome Dubois.

MW: These two had an altercation on the last Lockdown. This match is all about bragging rights.

RJ: And with Dubois involved you can be sure there will be a whole load of bragging!

"Mind Eraser" blasts out of the speakers and Jerome Dubois appears on top of the rampway. The fans boo loudly as he makes his way down to the ring, trash talking to the audience as he goes. He lifts himself up on the apron and wipes his feet, before stepping into the ring.

RJ: Dubois lost last week and he will be looking to kickstart his 2013 here at 6WF.

"Lord of Winter Snow" sounds out of the speakers and Kuinshi appears. The crowd cheer loudly as the Slayer of Evil heads down to the ring.

RJ: Kuinshi is another one looking to start his 2013 campaign after a hectic end to last year.

The referee readies both men before signalling for the bell. They lock up before Kuinshi gets Dubois in a wristlock. He pushes the Frenchman to the corner and twists him round before monkey flipping him out. Kuinshi then runs in as Dubois gets up and smacks him with a dropkick. Kuinshi tries a quick pin attempt but Dubois pushes him away. As Kuinshi comes forward, Dubois sends him to the mat with an armdrag.

RJ: Fast paced and technical so far!

Dubois is quick to follow the armdrag and goes after Kuinshi. He whips him to the ropes and catches him with a spinebuster. He runs the ropes and drops the elbow but Kuinshi rolls out of the way. As Dubois gets to his feet, Kuinshi hits him with a rotating DDT. He goes for the pin.

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RJ: Kickout!

Kuinshi grabs Dubois by the hair before leading him over to the corner. He smashes his opponents head continuously on the turnbuckle. Dubois staggers backwards and collapses in a heap. Kuinshi quickly vaults onto the ropes and hits a backflip knee drop. He then hooks the leg.

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RJ: No! Still more in the Dubois tank!

Kuinshi lifts Dubois back up and whips him to the ropes. He tries a clothesline but Dubois ducks under it. He rebounds back towards his opponent.

RJ: FRENCH CONNECTION!

Dubois slams into Kuinshi with the spear before hooking the leg.

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RJ: Kickout from Kuinshi this time!

Dubois goes over to Kuinshi and hauls him to his feet. He whips him to the turnbuckle before following in and hitting him with knife-edged chops. Dubois then whips him to the other turnbuckle. As Kuinshi rebounds, Dubois catches him with a powerslam. Kuinshi goes down hard clutching his back while Dubois signals to the crowd that it is all over. He casually walks over to the corner and climbs onto the top rope. He waits for Kuinshi to get back up before launching himself off with a flying dropkick. He connects with Kuinshi's head before rolling him up for the pin.

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RJ: STILL NO!

Dubois swears in French before beckoning his opponent to get up. Kuinshi wearily gets to his feet before Dubois boots him in the gut. He gets ready to lift Kuinshi up.

RJ: CULTURE SHOCK.........NO!

Dubois lifts Kuinshi up for the Dominator, but Kuinshi slips over his shoulder and falls behind him. He suddenly grabs the back of Dubois head.

RJ: DARK ROOM DROP!

Kuinshi slams Dubois' neck onto his knee who then flops lifeless onto the mat. Kuinshi goes for the pin.

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RJ: HE GOT HIM!

Kuinshi quickly rolls out of the ring and starts celebrating with the fans.

RJ: Kuinshi gets the win but Dubois can class himself as unlucky!

Kuinshi backs up the aisle laughing at Dubois, as his opponent stands up holding the back of his neck and looking increasingly annoyed.

A commotion can be heard as the camera travels down a backstage corridor. Objects can be heard being flung against the walls and the floor. As the camera passes various backstage staff going about their business, they all turn round and wince at every loud noise. The camera continues travelling as the noise level increases, before turning to face one of the locker room doors. The camera doesn't enter, but instead stays in the corridor listening in to the argument coming from inside. It is clear to make out that the two voices heard are The Consultant's and Vortex's. One more heavy thud is heard before The Consultant speaks out.

The Consultant: You do know that Walker is going to make me pay for all this?!

Vortex: One thing I asked you to do! One thing! And like everything else you have ever done for me, it comes up short!

The Consultant: Look, I got that camera from a reputable company. It still works, the timing is just a bit messed up that's all!

Vortex: I am trying to make some kind of a name for myself here! They won't listen to what I have to say. All the attention will be taken off it....

The Consultant: By a clock?

Vortex: Yes!

The Consultant: Oh pull yourself together! I know you are nervous after what happened in the last PPV. I know you are worried about what Takeo can do. Even if you don't say so in your Blair Witch rip offs. But stop laying the blame on insignificant things!

Another smash is heard.

The Consultant: And stop trashing the room!

There is silence for a few moments. Then Vortex speaks again much calmer this time.

Vortex: What is wrong with it anyway?

The Consultant: (sighs) I don't know. It works just fine. I have just watched the video back and the promo was top class. I don't know why the timing has come out wrong. I have checked it all out and everything is working as it should. Every time I try and change it, it just reverts back to that date and time. It is like the stupid thing is possessed.

Vortex: Possessed? Great.....that's all I need.

The Consultant: I was joking ok. I don't believe in all that rubbish. Look the main thing is that you have said your bit and it came out perfect. There were a few picture issues but it was fine! Just sit here and prepare ok? I will get it to the guys upstairs and then they can play it. You just keep to the plan.

There is more silence. Then a huge metal clang rings out that echoes around the corridor. The Consultant is heard swearing behind the door before it is flung open. We can see that his forehead is starting to bleed and he mops it with a handkerchief. He turns round to the inside of the room and shouts out.

The Consultant: And for God sake move that hunk of steel! That is the third time it has fallen and injured me! It is like the thing has a mind of its own!

He slams the door shut and continues to dab his still bleeding head. He then reaches into his inside jacket pocket and removes a video tape. He stares at it before walking out of shot. The camera turns round to watch him stride down the corridor as the screen fades.

The arena screen comes on to reveal Vortex sitting down with the piece of metal across his knees. The screen is grey and flickering, still being recorded on an old video camera. Interference lines flicker from across the picture and at places the recording stalls and warps. The analogue time in the bottom right hand corner states 22/05/1960 19:06:21 before continuing to count onwards. Vortex carefully rubs the steel shard on his knees before starting to speak.

Vortex: Treachery. Disloyalty. Betrayal. Times when we take someone's trust and abuse it. Maybe for our own good. Maybe for other people's. Whether we deserve that trust is when we decide what side of good and evil we are on. When we look at ourselves and realise what is important to us and how we go about claiming it. Do we protect? Or do we Betray?

He looks down at the floor.

Vortex: When Lukas Takeo first arrived here, he immediately made an impact. He showed the whole roster that he was a man to fear and one that could climb the ladder quicker than any other debutant. I was drawn to him as someone I needed to destroy to not only rid 6WF of his power, but also to prove my own dominance. It is only when the strong beat the strong that others sit up and notice. Defeating the weak is totally insignificant.

He shuffles in his seat uncomfortably. The clock continues to move.

Vortex: We have had our battles with each other. Too many to mention. We have had our fights in corridors and hellish structures. As part of teams and on our own. We have given everything to remove the other from history. To make it seem like our foes existence was just a bad dream. You came up with the Era of Darkness and I have been involved in the heart of it. And it is only recently that I have discovered why it is so important that I eradicate it from 6WF. I know which side I am on. I know what I need to protect.

He stares back at the camera.

Vortex: You should feel a sense of achievement that I had to come up with something monumental to devastate you. It was during those bleak days when I questioned myself. Tormented myself. Injured myself. When I needed something evil to combat this Era of Darkness and help me return to normality. I could not get it from anyone else or any other thing. This weapon to be used against you had to come from inside me. For I had made you become ten times as worse as you could previously ever dream of being. So when I was in that hospital bed, I looked deep into my soul. I looked into what used to be decaying. Something that was poisoning my body and mind. Something that had to be removed if I was going to become a better person. So I did. And from that moment on I was cleansed. I was reborn into someone that people wanted to cheer. People wanted to win. People wanted to see achieve greater things.

He continues to rub the steel shard.

Vortex: But that wickedness from my body still lingered. It hung around even after it was eliminated. So I forged it into something new. Something that could be evil in nature but used for the power of good. Even as I knew which side I wanted to be on. A part of me could me on the other side, just in case I ever needed to call upon it. That part. That evil part. Became Rupture.

Vortex looks up and stares into the camera....

Vortex: Tonight, Rupture will leave it's biggest imprint on you yet. And the Era of Darkness will forever have a symbol of how it can be destroyed.

The camera fades to black and we head to commercial.

Jack Reynolds is stood backstage with Dopant Zero...

JR: We are just moments 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)

Match 2

6WF Tag Team Championships

Dopant Zero(C) vs Johnny Goldman/Zach Corchia

RJ: First title action of the evening up next here at Betrayal!

MW: It’s the tag team titles on the line in this match.

RJ: It is a rematch from Betrayal between two teams who’ve been at loggerheads recently.

MW: Dopant Zero defend the title belts against Johnny Goldman and Zach Corchia.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...introducing the challengers...at a combined weight of 463lbs...the team of Zach Corchia and Johnny Goldman!

“King of the kill” blazes out through the speakers and the crowd cheer as Johnny Goldman eventually steps out onto the ramp amidst an array of gold pyros. He sprints down the ramp before jumping onto the apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and salutes the fans before stepping down and awaiting his tag team partner.

“Can’t stop” kicks in and the crowd’s cheer continues for the arrival of Zach Corchia. He strides out onto the stage before running down the ramp tagging the fans hands. Corchia climbs up to the top rope and spreads his arms out wide before back-flipping and landing on his feet. He slaps hands with Goldman.

RJ: One of the most exciting tag teams that I have seen in my time in 6WF.

MW: I prefer Dopant Zero, some proper tag team wrestling there.

Mike Bird: And now...they hail from Fuuto and Tokyo, Japan and weigh in at a combined weight 500lbs...the reigning and defending 6WF Tag Team Champions...Kenzaki Nogami and Tsukasa Yagurama...DOPANT ZERO!

“Shook ones” hits and the crowd boo loudly as Dopant Zero walk out onto the stage. Nogami has his title wrapped around his waist whilst Yagurama has his title belt draped over his shoulder. They pose at the top of the ramp before sauntering down to the ring, Nogami springboards in and Yagurama then clambers over the top rope.

MW: Look at that for a team, the perfect combination of power and pace.

RJ: I can’t say I’m a big fan of their tactics though, such as trying to take out all their rivals a few months back until Goldman and Corchia stepped up to the plate to take them on.

MW: Clever tactics RJ. It would have made a long run with the belts a lot easier.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Zach Corchia starts off in the ring with Tsukasa Yagurama, they lock up and Yagurama drives Corchia backwards. He falls into the ropes, Yagurama pummels away at the gut of Corchia before whipping him into the ropes. Corchia rebounds into the centre of the ring and Yagurama nails a big belly to belly suplex.

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

Corchia gets the shoulder up, Yagurama rises up to his feet and stomps away on the head of Zach Corchia. He then lifts him up and whips into the ropes, he goes for a wheelbarrow suplex but Corchia manages to counter with a bulldog. Yagurama stumbles up to his feet and Corchia hits a big superkick. Cover.

Corchia waits for Yagurama to rise before hitting a series of European Uppercuts, he whips Yagurama into the ropes and the nails a dropsault. Corhcia makes the tag to Goldman. Goldman lifts Yagurama into the air then drops him down with a gorilla press slam, Corchia then runs the ropes and connects with a running dropkick to the face. He leaves the ring and Goldman covers.

RJ: Nice bit of teamwork there from Goldman and Corchia, something you said they were lacking...

MW: It’s only the start of the match RJ!

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

Goldman drags up Yagurama, he whips him hard into the ropes and nails a big back body drop on the rebound. Yagurama gets to his knees and Goldman bounces off the ropes, driving a knee into the side of the head. He hooks the leg.

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

Goldman quickly tags in Zach Corchia, the pair lift up Yagurama and connect with a double brainbuster. Golman picks up Yagurama and throws him to the corner, Corchia follows up with a shining wizard before throwing Yagurama forward into the path of Goldman who hits a DDT. He hooks the leg.

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

Corchia drags up Yagurama only to throw him into the mat with a Fisherman’s suplex. He follows this up with a standing moonsault before attempting a sharpshooter. Yagurama counters by booting Corchia into the corner. Yagurama dives back and tags in Nogami, Corchia is tagged by Goldman.

RJ: Yagurama needed a tag there!

MW: It’s what makes these two a great team, they’ve got the awareness of when to go alone and when to tag out.

Nogami leaps in over the top rope and runs towards Goldman who catches Nogami’s crossbody attempt and then nails a fallaway slam. He drags Nogami to the centre of the ring and hooks the leg.

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

The tag champion drives the shoulder up, Goldman puts Nogami into an armbar hold, he gets up to his feet only to be thrown quickly into the canvas with an arm drag. Goldman meets Nogami with a leaping high knee, the Japanese star gets to his feet once more only for Goldman to nail a big clothesline. Cover.

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

Goldman hauls up Nogami and throws him towards the ropes. Nogami holds on, Goldman sprints in and Nogami drop toe-holds Goldman throat first across the top rope. Kenzaki Nogami then runs the ropes and hits a stunning over the top rope tiger feint kick. Goldman falls to the mat, Nogami hits a springboard moonsault. Cover.

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

Goldman drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Nogami waits for him to rise before sprinting in and connecting with a spinning DDT! Nogami quickly bounces off the ropes and connects with a bakatare sliding kick! He hooks the leg.

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

MW: Some of the kicks used by Nogami are surreal, they require so much athletic ability it is unreal.

RJ: And they cause so much damage as well.

MW: Now here comes the power game...

Yagurama tags in, he steps into the ring and nails a huge splash on Goldman in the corner. Nogami then sprints in hitting a running kick to the head, Goldman staggers forward straight into an avalanche belly to belly suplex from the tag champion.

RJ: Dopant Zero absolutely dominating.

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

Goldman powers out, Yagurama lifts him up to his feet and sets up for a Japanese Thunder bomb but Goldman drops down the back. He hits a backcracker before swan-diving to tag in Zach Corchia. He goes up top...

MW: Shooting star leg drop from Corchia!

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

Yagurama forces the shoulder up off the mat, Corchia lifts up Yagurama and fires in a series of punches to the head that back the tag team champion into the corner. Corchia hits a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. He runs in going for a shining wizard but somehow Yagurama catches him, then walks forward drilling the challenger to the canvas with a big powerbomb. He hooks the leg.

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

Yagurama brings Corchia to his feet before throwing him to the canvas with a big German suplex. Yagurama then goes up top...

RJ: Springboard Imploding Splash!

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

Nogami tags in, he waits for Corchia to rise before whipping him into the ropes. He attempts a wheelbarrow suplex but Corchia counters with a wheelbarrow bulldog. He manages to tag in Goldman...

MW: Very close contest here...

RJ: Crossbody from Goldman!

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

Nogami drives the shoulder up, Goldman lifts him up and sets up for Gold Rush but Nogami counters with a hurracanrana! Goldman stagers into a superkick, Nogami then runs and knocks Corchia down with a capoeira kick.

The tag is made to Yagurama, he nails Goldman with the Kunai Powerbomb which Nogami follows up with the Nogami splash!

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Mike Bird: The winners of this match by way of Pinfall and STILLL 6WF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...DOPANT ZERO!

The crowd descend into huge boos, Nogami is dragged to his feet by Yagurama and the two slap hands as they are handed the tag title belts.

RJ: Great contest, Goldman and Corchia had Dopant Zero on the ropes.

MW: They pulled through in the end though Arj!

The camera cuts backstage where Lucas Takeo is stood staring into a mirror....

LT: 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 turns from the mirror, staring into the camera....

LT: 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.

I made the biggest impact on debut that any superstar has ever made....

The screen begins to flicker and a video plays of Explosion 2012...

The whole arena goes black apart from the wall of flames that surrounds the ring. The crowd are screaming and shrieking as suddenly the flames die down and a blast of red flashes across the stage.A bolt of lightning seems to strike the top of the titantron and a low thundering noise can be heard…

RJ:Ladies and gentlemen I assure you that we have no idea what is going on here….

The thundering noise continues as a gigantic figure walks out onto the stage and begins to stride down towards the ring. The crowd are watching on in dumfounded shock as the huge newcomer reaches the base of the cell…

MW:What the hell is this?.....who is this guy?

RJ:The guy from the videos Michael….it’s the only explanation…

MW:Takeo?

RJ:I believe so.;…MY GOD LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS GUY!

Logan Kincade has noticed the mysterious goings on and he rolls from the ring to confront the giant of a man.He looks through the locked door of the cell at Lukas Takeo and Takeo merely glares back…..Kincade’s face is coated completely in blood and he stands his ground,only for Takeo to begin tugging at the door….

MW:Door is chained shut….no getting through that….

Logan smiles at Takeo mockingly before Takeo steps to the side and plants his fist straight through a plate glass panel,punching Kincade clean in the face.

RJ:I have no idea why this monster is out here……I have no idea of his intentions….

MW:We don’t know he has any intentions….

Logan staggers back and then tries to storm forwards as Takeo enters the cell. The mysterious giant just grabs the champion by the neck and slams him against the ringpost before hauling him into the ring. Logan quickly scrambles and grabs the 2x4 as Takeo follows him into the ring….

MW:Kincade is going to teach Takeo a lesson now…

RJ:SAY WHAT?

The whole ring shakes as Takeo seizes Kincade around the throat and then absolutely decimates him with a chokeslam. Takeo stands tall in the centre of the ring as Gary Traitorelli stumbles back up to his feet…

MW:I have no idea what is going on here….

RJ:Join the queue…..

Traitorelli stands with a bloodied face and stares into the emotionless eyes of Takeo before he too is seized by the throat. Takeo walks Traitorelli back to the ropes and then lifts him up before chokeslamming him over the top rope through a table that is set up on the outside from earlier on…

RJ:This is destruction beyond anything we have ever seen before…

MW:LOOKOUT!

Takeo stands back from the ropes and turns quickly as Kenji Hidari jumps off the top rope and attempts to blindside the giant….

RJ:Caught him…

Takeo seizes Hidari around the throat with ease and squeezes fiercely before lifting him high with one arm and then drills Hidari into the canvass with sickening effect, causing the Japanese superstar to roll from the ring into an unconscious state. The crowd are still stunned into silence as Takeo gets back to his feet and is set upon by Blue Dragon and Nay Bother…

MW:These two men might be on opposite sides of the fence tonight but right now they are united…..united in a fight against this unknown beast of a man…

Nay and Dragon both take it in turns to blast hard punches into Takeo before they run off the ropes to gain more momentum…

RJ:OH NO!

The crowd are stunned as Takeo reaches out and clutches his hands around both men’s throats before lifting them both sky-high and drills them with a double chokeslam all the way from hell. There is utter devastation in the ring and around it as Takeo stands tall and admires his handywork..

MW:What is the meaning of this?....why has Lukas Takeo done this?

RJ:I have no explanation….only one man knows and that is that colossus stood in the ring right now….never in all my years have I seen somebody make an entrance like this…

MW:This was already the most heinous matchup in 6WF history….but it has taken a dramatic turn for the worse in the last few minutes…

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…

The screen flickers again, returning to Takeo standing in the mirror....

LT: 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? 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. But tonight. Tonight there will no Payback. No Redemption. No Betrayal. No.....Rupture. I will destroy you Vincent. I will leave my mark on you, and you will become the first true victim of my Era of Darkness.

Takeo stares into the mirror as the camera fades out.

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

JR: James, tonight you face Chaos again, this time, a shot at the Euro Title on the line, and a chance to potentially face your friend, The Fanatic, how do you feel?

McManus begins laughing...

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, And When 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.

McManus heads straight off before Reynolds gets a chance to speak again.

RJ: A battle of two colossuses next.

MW: You’re right there RJ, the monstrous Lucas Takeo takes on the mighty Vortex, and every time these two have met, sparks have been flying.

“From Yesterday” blares out as the fans boo and the arena lights dim. A spotlight then goes onto the stage as Lucas Takeo makes his entrance, to yet more boos. Takeo walks purposefully down to the ring, making sure not to touch any of the fans as he goes down the ramp, before stepping onto the ring apron, then over the top rope into the ring. Takeo then removes the towel covering his head and raises his arms, shouting in an intimidating manner to the fans, who continue to boo him.

“Breathe” plays out then as the fans reaction changes to mixed and plumes of green smoke fill the stage. Vortex then slowly walks out onto the ramp, before flexing his muscles at the top of the ramp. Vortex then walks down toward the ring, never taking his eyes off of Takeo, and when Vortex gets to the ring apron, he remains standing still on it for a few moments as he stares down Takeo. Vortex then steps into the ring under the bottom rope and stands in the corner opposite Takeo, as the referee then proceeds to check on both men.

RJ: No sign of the Consultant again this week Mike, do you think Vortex wants to beat Takeo down on his own?

MW: I think he doesn’t want any distractions, Takeo could tear the Consultant apart anytime he saw fit, having him at ringside would just be another disadvantage for Vortex.

The referee calls for the bell as both men begin to circle one another. Both men then dive towards one another and lock up, as they try to vie for the power advantage over the other. For a few moments, the two men are stationary, as both men then start forcing their heads together to try and build a further advantage, and slowly then Takeo begins to push forward as Vortex starts stepping back towards his own corner. Takeo forces Vortex into the corner and keeps him pushed in for a moment, before the referee intervenes to pull Takeo away, which Takeo does with relative will. The referee checks on Vortex again then, but before he gets a chance to move away, Takeo hits a hard right hand to the head of Vortex, who in turn crumbles back down into the corner. The referee attempts to reprimand Takeo, but is simply ignored as Takeo begins to stomp at the fallen body of Vortex repeatedly, before then beginning to choke him with his boot. Vortex desperately tries to push away his adversary, but to no avail as the referee begins to lay on a 5 count against Takeo. Takeo finally lets go at four and walks away angrily as Vortex attempts to catch his breath in the corner, but as he goes to get up, Takeo then runs back in and delivers a knee to the face of Vortex, crushing him back into the corner. Vortex then clutches his face in pain as Takeo looks on with a sick sense of pride on his face, before he drags Vortex out of the corner, and then starts delivering boots to the mid-section of Vortex, trying to wear him down further. Takeo then pulls Vortex up to his feet and hits a hard couple of shots to the head of Vortex, dazing him slightly, before Takeo then grabs Vortex’s leg and lifts him up to his feet. Takeo parades Vortex around the ring for a few moments, leaving the crowd in a state of slight shock, before slamming him to the mat with a hard scoop slam, before quickly running across the ring, and on his return, leaping into the air, then crashing back down with a leg drop across the head and neck of Vortex. Takeo then gets to his feet and shouts to the fans, again flexing his muscles as the fans boo loudly again, but Takeo pays little attention to this, and then starts booting at the head of Vortex, as he attempts to crawl back to his feet. Takeo finally pulls Vortex to his feet and then throws him violently across the ring into the ropes, before Takeo runs to the opposing ropes, and then as both men run back in toward one another, Takeo hits a running clothesline to Vortex, sending him hard to the mat. Takeo then makes the cover.

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Kick out.

Takeo looks back down coldly at Vortex after the kick out, before then hitting some hard right hands to the face of Vortex, then he begins to choke him. The referee again tries to pull away Takeo and begins a four count, with Takeo once again breaking the hold at 4. The referee starts to shout at Takeo, but he is clearly not paying attention and remains completely focused on Vortex, and as Vortex begins to get back to his feet, Takeo charges in, hitting a boot to the head of Vortex, who is once again laid out on the floor. Takeo then begins to pace around Vortex, waiting for him to begin to get up again, before then grabbing Vortex, and then throwing him hard into the corner. Takeo then backs into the opposite of the corner, before charging in towards Vortex and hitting a boot to the face of Vortex, who then collapses out of the corner face down into the mat. Takeo looks back down at Vortex then and starts to kick at him, trying to see if he’ll move by himself, but Vortex appears to be lifeless. Takeo then lifts Vortex to his feet, before then hitting a chop to the chest of Vortex, then pushing him into the ropes. Takeo then starts hitting some hard punches to the head of Vortex, before Takeo then lifts up Vortex, and rests his feet across the top rope, but keeping Vortex’s head in his arms. Takeo then proceeds to fall back to hit a DDT type move to Vortex, who goes crashing down head first to the mat. Takeo then gets up to his feet and hits some stomps at the head of Vortex once again, trying to beat him down to the point of unconsciousness, before then dragging him to the ropes, placing his head under the bottom rope. Takeo then lifts the legs up of Vortex, before then falling backwards and catapulting Vortex up, forcing his throat into the bottom rope, leaving him coughing on the mat, as Takeo then watches on coldly. Takeo then goes and waits in the corner, as Vortex slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes for leverage, before he faces up to Takeo, at which point Takeo comes charging in and hits a spear to Vortex, causing a huge impact. Takeo then rolls into the cover.

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Kick out.

MW: My god, look at the dominance of Lucas Takeo in this match.

RJ: Vortex is being completely overpowered here; I have never seen anything like this.

Takeo looks angrily at the referee and starts to lose his cool slightly, pounding at the head of Vortex with vicious punches. Takeo then gets to his feet and impatiently pulls Vortex up, before trash talking him for a moment and then lifting him up onto his shoulders. Takeo then goes to fall backwards to hit a Samoan drop, but Vortex hits some hard elbows to the side of the head of Takeo, who is sent reeling back, still holding up Vortex though. Finally Vortex hits a hard elbow to the temple of Takeo, who then drops Vortex off his back, and Takeo staggers to the ropes, trying to regain his bearings. As soon as he had, Takeo charged at Vortex to attack him, but Vortex lunged forward and hit a clothesline type move, sending both men crashing down to the mat. For a few moments, there is little movement from either man, but slowly Vortex then begins to pull himself up to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. Takeo then follows suit, but Vortex cuts off Takeo before he can get fully to his feet, and Vortex then starts hitting some hard body shots to Takeo, trying to weaken his ribs and mid-section. Vortex then spins Takeo around, before hooking his arm and lifting Takeo into the air, then bringing him crashing down to the mat with a back suplex. Vortex then rests for a moment, trying to recover from the early onslaught from Takeo, before then going back on the attack. Vortex then places his boot in the midriff of Takeo, before then stopping onto him, pushing Vortex’s entire body wait onto the body of Takeo. Takeo lets out a shout of anguish as Vortex then runs briskly across ring, and on his return, Vortex hits an elbow drop to the mid-section of Takeo once again, leaving Takeo rolling in agony in the ring. Vortex then doesn’t allow Takeo any time to recuperate, before lifting him up to his feet and hitting some more body shots, which now are clearly taking their effect on the body of Takeo, as no longer stands fully upright. Vortex then lifts up Takeo by his legs and body, and holds him horizontally for a few moments, before hitting a rib breaker across his knee to Takeo, who again shouts out in pain on the impact. Vortex then drags Takeo over to the ring ropes, before Vortex then puts his boot on the bottom rope, and uses the extra leverage to push him higher into the air, and then come crashing back down onto Takeo, with a splash type move. Vortex then goes into the cover.

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Kick out.

Vortex quickly gets back to his feet, and then starts delivering stomps to the rib cage of Takeo, who clutches his midriff in pain, but Vortex is unrelenting and the attack furthers in brutality. Vortex then hits some knee presses into the ribs of Takeo, who is subjected to the full force of Vortex’s attack now, and Takeo attempts to escape under the bottom rope. Vortex though is able to grab Takeo before he can get out of the ring completely, and Vortex pulls him up to his feet, before hooking his arm over his head, and then lifts Takeo into the air, before Vortex steps back a few paces before then hitting a suplex to Vortex, leaving him floored on the mat. Vortex gets to the his feet and starts to kick Takeo over towards the corner, before hitting some stomps to the ribs, before then lifting up Takeo to his feet, and hooking him arms over the top rope. Vortex then starts hitting some hard chops to the chest of Takeo, interspersed by knees to the midriff, further wearing down Takeo. Vortex then runs across the ring, perpendicular to Takeo, and on his return, Vortex hits a running splash into the corner, causing Takeo to crumble down to the corner, wheezing in pain. Vortex then walks across to the opposite corner and stands there for a moment, staring deep into the eyes of Takeo, who looks back with bitter venom at Vortex. Vortex then smiles at Takeo, before charging in and going backside first into the head of Takeo, completely crushing him into the corner now, leaving him twitching slightly on the mat. Vortex then shouts out to the crowd, who give him a slightly positive reaction, before he drags Takeo so his head faces the corner. Vortex then climbs to the second rope carefully and then waits for a moment. Vortex then starts to bounce up and down on the second rope, gaining more and more momentum as he does so, before finally Vortex vaults off of the second rope, through the air and then lands on Takeo with a Banzai Drop. Vortex then remains in a seated position and goes for a pin.

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2…

Kick out.

Vortex looks up in frustration at the fans after the kick out, before then delivering yet more boots to the gut of Takeo. Vortex then starts to pace around the ring, wondering what to do next, before smiling back at Takeo menacingly, then lifting him to his feet and throwing him into the corner. Vortex then starts hitting repeated shoulder presses to the midriff of Takeo, each one slightly more powerful than the last, trying desperately to incapacitate Takeo, and slowly each shot seemed to take effect. Takeo slowly begins to fall down further into the corner, before Vortex then walks backwards to the centre of the ring, then charges in to hit a spear into the corner, injuring Takeo’s ribs further. Vortex then drags Takeo away from the corner, before then hitting an elbow drop to the mid-section of Takeo, who rolls around in pain, before Vortex furthers his attack. Vortex then lifts up Takeo and straight away puts him in a bear-hug, applying more and more pressure as he keeps the hold applied. Takeo struggles violently as he realises the situation he is in, and as it looks like his is about to break free, Vortex lifts him into the air, before bringing him crashing down with a belly to belly suplex, crushing Takeo under his weight. Vortex then gets to his knees and looks at Takeo who struggles to get back to his feet, dragging himself towards the rope for an aid, but Vortex pulls Takeo back towards the centre of the ring, not allowing him a chance to get back some rest time. Vortex then lifts up Takeo’s legs and holds them steady for a few moments, before falling back and throwing him across the ring into the turnbuckles, causing him to go ribs first into the top turnbuckle. Takeo is then left hanging in that position, and Vortex then charges from where he stands up to hit yet another splash into the corner, further damaging Takeo’s ribs. Vortex then lifts Takeo out of the corner, with his back on his shoulders, before walking him to centre of the ring, then dropping down to hit a backbreaker to Takeo, before then quickly rolling into the cover.

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2…

Kick out.

MW: Takeo is showing what makes him a monster in 6WF, nothing Vortex does can put him down, and I mean nothing.

RJ: I have to agree with you here Mike, everything Vortex throws at Lucas Takeo, Takeo bounces back from, what’s it going to take to keep this big man down?

Vortex shouts at the referee in anguish, who just signals a two count to Vortex. Vortex then looks in slight disgust at the referee, before lifting Takeo back to his feet, and hitting some more body shots to Takeo, who falls back into the ropes. Vortex then shouts loudly, before charging at Takeo, but at the last second Takeo is able to low bridge Vortex, who goes tumbling over the top rope. Takeo then waits for a moment in the ring, getting his breath back and stretching off his injured mid-section, before then vaulting over the top rope, to land with his full force onto Vortex, leaving both men down on the outside of the ring. Slowly Takeo then pulls himself over to the ring apron and pulls himself to his feet, still clutching his mid-section, but allowing himself time to recover further whilst Vortex is left still floored on the outside. Vortex then sits up and looks prepared to start to get to his feet, but Takeo instead charges in and hits a running boot to the face of Vortex, causing his head to bounce back off the mat on the outside and leaving him semi-conscious. Takeo then rolls in and out of the ring to break up the ten count, before falling to his knees and delivering hard punches to the head of Vortex, wearing him down in a similar manner to how Takeo is already worn down. Takeo then gets back to his feet, shortly before dragging Vortex to his feet and walking over to the announce table. Takeo then repeatedly bounces Vortex’s head off of the announce table, before then lifting Vortex onto one of his shoulders and then dropping him face first across the announce table. Vortex then crumbles to the floor and Takeo clutches his ribs in pain as the move clearly took a lot out of him. Takeo then finally adjusts himself and pulls Vortex over to the ring apron, before lifting him part way up to his feet and smashing his head off of the ring apron, and then resting Vortex on the ring apron, before Takeo climbs onto the ring apron. Takeo then takes a few steps back, before walking back in, leaping into the air, and hitting a knee drop, crushing Vortex’s head under his weight. Takeo then smiles sadistically as Vortex crumbles to the arena floor, and Takeo stands tall on the ring apron. Takeo then shouts to the crowd, before tentatively getting off the apron then rolling lifting Vortex up and rolling him back into the ring, quickly following suit. Takeo then signals a move, shortly before lifting up Vortex to a semi-vertical position, lifting him into the air, and then bringing Vortex crashing back down with a piledriver. Takeo then goes quickly into the cover.

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Kick out.

Takeo smashes the mat in frustration repeatedly now, before getting to his feet and pacing around the ring, considering his next move. Finally Takeo stops and lifts up Vortex, before pushing him into the ropes and throwing him across the ring. On his return, Takeo hits a big boot to the face of Vortex, who falls hard to the mat once again. Takeo then raises his arms to the fans, before stalking Vortex, who slowly gets to his feet, before then going to grab Vortex by the throat. Vortex though brings raises his arms and brings them down in an axe-handle motion to the outstretched arm of Takeo, before Vortex then lifts Takeo into a body slam position. Vortex then goes to slam Takeo down, but Takeo manages to wriggle free, and quickly then spins around Vortex, before grabbing him by the throat. Takeo then goes to lift up Vortex, but Vortex hits some hard body blows to the ribs of Takeo, who buckles slightly in pain, before Vortex then proceeds to drop down and then body press Takeo into the corner. As Takeo then stumbles out of the corner, Vortex lifts up Takeo by his legs and body, before then spinning him around and hitting the Rupture, before then going for the pin.

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3.

“Breathe” plays out as the fans give a mixed reaction as Vortex is declared the winner. Lucas Takeo rolls around in pain on the mat, clutching his ribs as Vortex poses to the fans more, before suddenly a more negative reaction can be heard as the Consultant comes walking down the ramp, carrying something under his arm. The fans fall into a hush of anticipation as the Consultant comes into the ring and hands the object to Vortex.

MW: What is that… Is that a breast-plate?

RJ: It has writing on it… I think we’re about to find out what’s going to keep Lucas Takeo down.

Vortex then shows the object to the camera, a breast plate a raised branding reading something ineligible. Consultant then points down to Lucas Takeo, at which point Vortex grabs Takeo, before lifting him to his feet, raising him into the air and hitting another Rupture, causing Takeo to shout out in pain. Consultant then shouts out “again”, as Vortex once again lifts Takeo from the mat, lifts him into the air, then brings him crashing back down to the mat with the Rupture. Vortex then signals “one more time” to the fans, before lifting the now lifeless body of Takeo into the air, before again slamming it down with the Rupture. Vortex and the Consultant then raise their arms to the fans, who give a mixed response as the two men then leave the ring and walk back up the ramp. The camera then cuts back to Lucas Takeo, where the branding on his chest now reads “Rupture”. Vortex and the Consultant then pose at the top of the ramp as the referee checks on the lifeless body of Lucas Takeo.

(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.

(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

(The camera blacks out)

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman what a night it’s been so far…

MW: That’s right, ‘Arj. We’ve seen Vortex get revenge on Lucas Takeo at long last, and up next, two former allies will once again collide when James McManus faces Chaos in the final of the European Title eliminator…

RJ: That’s right, but first, an exclusive with one of 6WF’s original members, a man who returned to the company just over a week ago, Finlay.

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.

The camera heads to the announce table where Michael Wire is sniggering…

RJ: What’s wrong with you?

MW: Oh come on? Finlay? In that state? Getting into a 6WF ring? Not a chance, it’s a walking health hazard.

RJ: Don’t be so disrespectful, give the guy a chance, he can still pull off more in that ring than you ever could…

MW: Ha, yeah right. Anyway, folks, up next, the Euro Title Eliminator….

Match 4
European Title Eliminator Final
James McManus v Chaos

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome back to Betrayal and we have a big contest up next tonight.

MW: After this match, we have The Fanatic defending his European Title against Kenji Hidari, but this match will decide the next challenger to the European Title.

RJ: This match came to fruition over the past two weeks of Lockdown, the first week we saw Kuinishi eliminated by Scorpion.

MW: And last week Scorpion went, eliminated by James McManus which brings us to tonight and the final of the European Title eliminator.

RJ: It’s James McManus facing off Chaos, a great rivalry once again renewed.

“Sad but true” hits and the crowd give a mixed reception as James McManus strides out onto the stage. He looks around the arena before walking down the ramp, he tags a few fans hands before sliding in under the bottom rope.

RJ: Big chance for McManus, he’s seen his old pal The Fanatic pick up the European Title and now he has the chance to challenge him for it.

MW: McManus is the definition of Betrayal, leaving Chaos by himself, taking Fanatic from him. And what has he achieved? Nothing Arj!

“IT’s AN OMEN” screeches out followed by “Granite” and the crowd descend into loud boos as Chaos walks out onto the stage. He turns around, staring back behind the curtain before spinning and pyro’s go off around him. Chaos confidently strolls to the ring and climbs onto the apron, he then springboards into the ring.

RJ: Something weird has been going on with Chaos lately, the same sort of change that happened when Chaos took over the body of Gregers.

MW: It might be good for him RJ, Chaos has hit a bit of a slump lately, this may jolt him out of it.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off, the two old rivals lock up and McManus transitions his way around the back of Chaos, he attempts a belly to back suplex but Chaos lands on his feet behind McManus. He turns around and Chaos leaps into the air, hitting a pele kick on his former protege.

McManus falls into the ropes, Chaos goes to whip him across the ring but McManus uses his size advantage to send Chaos into the ropes. Chaos springboards back and meets the on rushing McManus with a crossbody block. He covers.

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

McManus gets the shoulder up sharply, Chaos places him into a front facelock. McManus gets to his feet, Chaos hits a series of knees into the face but McManus manages to counter with a Northern Lights suplex. He puts Chaos into an armbar hold, the former world champion gets to his feet only to be knocked down with a big clothesline.

Chaos staggers up to his feet, he runs in at McManus who meets him with a big boot to the stomach. He then lifts Chaos into the air, before hitting a knee-breaker. He hooks the leg.

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

McManus is up to his feet and quickly gets going on the offence once more, dragging up Chaos and hitting another knee-breaker.

RJ: McManus clearly has a plan of action here.

MW: Working away on the right leg of Chaos.

Chaos is grounded, McManus picks up his leg and slams it repeatedly into the canvas until the referee intervenes. Chaos gets to his knees, McManus bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick to the side of the head. He hooks the leg once more.

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

McManus quickly places Chaos into a Boston Crab submission hold, but Chaos reveres by booting McManus away into the corner. Chaos slowly gets to his feet, McManus is out of the corner and runs in at Chaos who takes him down with an STO. McManus stumbles up, Chaos boots him in the stomach then nails a legsweep DDT. This time it is his turn to make the cover.

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

MW: Nice bit of counter work from Chaos there, this one’s got the makings of a great contest!

Chaos is up to his feet and he starts stomping away on the head of McManus, the crowd boo as Chaos increases the force on the stomps until once more the referee steps in. Chaos stands behind McManus, when he rises Chaos bounces off the ropes and nails a one handed bulldog. Again he covers.

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

McManus forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Chaos places him into a sleeper hold finally looking to slow the pace of the match down. This fails as McManus is quick to get to a vertical base, he elbows his way out of the sleeper hold. Chaos runs in at McManus, who floors him with a big spinebuster. McManus hooks the leg.

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

McManus drops a couple of knees down into the face, he then once more puts Chaos into an armbar hold. Chaos slowly gets up to his feet where McManus hauls him in closer than nails a stiff snap suplex. McManus retreats to the corner, Chaos rises to his feet...

RJ: Big shoulder tackle from McManus!

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

Chaos kicks out, McManus gets up to his feet and lifts up Chaos. He sets up for a powerbomb but Chaos manages to counter with a hurracanrana takedown. McManus stumbles up to his feet, he runs in at Chaos...

MW: Superkick! What impact on that kick, right into the chin.

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

McManus forces the shoulder up, Chaos stands over McManus waiting for him to rise. When he does so, Chaos whips him into the ropes and it is his turn to nail a spinebuster on this occassion. Chaos then goes up to the top rope for the first time in the match, he steadies himself before flying off nailing Spinal Tap. Cover.

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

Chaos is quickly up to his feet, he stomps away on James McManus continually until again the ref steps in. Chaos then runs off the ropes and nails a big lionsault! Cover.

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

Chaos picks up James McManus and drags him away to the corner, he then hits a couple of punches to the face. Chaos retreats back before sprinting in attempting a shining wizard...

RJ: McManus moves!

MW: Chaos’ right knee crashed into that turnbuckle then.

RJ: Exactly what McManus wanted, now he looks to take advantage of the situation!

Chaos is down clutching at his knee, McManus slides under the bottom rope dragging Chaos closer to the corner before then smashing knee several times into the steel ring post. He swings the knee with greater force each time, before rolling in as the ref’s count reaches 8. He then places Chaos’ right knee across the bottom rope before going up top...

MW: Double foot stomp from McManus!

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

Chaos manages to get the shoulder up, McManus once again returns to the knee-breakers, viciously driving Chaos’ knee into the canvas countless times. McManus then lifts up Chaos, he hits a running powerslam. Instead of covering, he goes for a 2nd powerslam and this time Chaos drops down the back. He hits an inverted backbreaker into a stunner!

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

McManus kicks out, Chaos hobbles up to his feet and he attempts to place McManus into the G-Spot(Sharpshooter) but McManus boots Chaos away into the ropes. He gets to his feet, Chaos runs as hard as he can at McManus who nails a dropkick to the knee. He then bounces off the ropes...

RJ: Knee trembler!

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

Chaos barely kicks out, McManus decides he is going to go up to the top rope. He steadies himself and as Chaos rises, he launches himself off attempting a crossbody block but in a last ditch counter, Chaos nails a dropkick to the stomach. He covers.

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

McManus gets the shoulder up, Chaos stomps away on him repeatedly before lining up McManus. Chaos goes to the top rope...

MW: Chaos rising!

RJ: That has to be it!

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

MW: No freaking way!

RJ: McManus just kicked out of Chaos Rising!

MW: Incredible from McManus.

Chaos gets to his feet, limping but stood over McManus impatiently. He gets to his feet, Chaos goes for a boot to the gut, McManus manages to grab it. He spins Chaos around and then takes him down with a chopblock. Chaos clutches at his right leg again...

RJ: McManus has spotted his opportunity...British Figure Four Leg Lock!

MW: This is what McManus’ game plan has been building towards!

McManus locks in the brutal submission hold slap bang in the middle of the ring, McManus pulls back on the figure four as Chaos writhes in agony on the mat. He attempts to roll over to reverse the hold, but McManus easily blocks the counter attempt.

RJ: McManus has got this locked in firmly here!

MW: There is no escape for Chaos here.

McManus elevates the figure four leglock to further increase the force of the submission hold. Chaos is shaking his head, trying to psyche himself up but he can’t fight.

RJ: That’s it!

MW: He’s tapped! Chaos has tapped out!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Wow, what an impressive way to finish this match. A brutal, unforgiving figure four leglock finishes Chaos off.

MW: Chaos did well to fight the submission for that long, superb strategy from McManus tonight in targeting the right leg throughout the contest.

RJ: McManus is now the N01 contender to the European Title, he will face the winner of our next match between The Fanatic and Kenji Hidari.

MW: Wait there Arj, it doesn’t seem like McManus is done yet!

McManus has his hand raised by the referee but then turns straight back around, he sees Chaos holding his head, shaking his head.

RJ: The voices are back, Chaos is losing it.

McManus looks down at Chaos, smiling before he starts booting away at the right leg of Chaos once more. McManus continues to stomp down on the leg, the ref tries to get involved but McManus forces him away.

He drags Chaos to the corner where he then proceeds to repeat a move from earlier in the match, smashing Chaos’ leg into the steel ring post.

RJ: McManus has completely lost it here!

MW: This needs to be stopped, he’s given out enough punishment to Chaos tonight.

McManus then hauls Chaos out of the ring down to the outside where he whips him into the steel railings. McManus then drives a succession of knees into the face...

RJ: These fans hate Chaos but even some of them are finding McManus’ actions tonight disgraceful.

MW: There are a few boos going around this arena RJ, not the majority though by any means!

Suddenly the lights drop, a green mist appears at the top of the stage...

MW: What the hell is going on?!

A bright white light shoots from the stage and as the camera zooms in, foot-steps are audible at the top of the ramp.

RJ: Who’s here?!

The lights come back on, McManus is stood on the outside but Chaos is nowhere to be seen.

MW: Chaos has just disappeared into thin air.

RJ: What the?!

MW: This is crazy RJ! What is happening here?

RJ: I don’t know Mike, let’s take a break.

The camera cuts to Cassius Zhi’s locker room. Inside the darkened, bare room, Zhi is sat in the middle of the tiled floor, in silence, with his legs outstretched, his lean frame doubled over forwards as he touches his toes, performing his warm ups for the match ahead in his usual meditative state. His attention is caught by a slender shadow appearing at his slightly ajar door, and he pushes himself back so he is now sat upright on the floor, as Miss Jessica walks into his room, looking immaculately preened for the show.

Miss Jessica : Don’t you think it’s going to take an incy bit more than a few reps of heads, shoulders, knees and toes or whatever to get ready for this match Cassy?

Cassius looks up at Jessica defiantly as she stands over him, hands on hips, pursing her lips thoughtfully.

Miss Jessica : Well… a focus on the head part might not do any harm. Like, seriously, I’m all for seeing boys fight over me… I mean, I’ve had it all my life, right? And I’m still not bored of it… but you, Zhimeister (she pokes him playfully on the shoulder), are totally losing your focus!

Cassius ignores the fleeting touch, and pushes himself up to his feet.

Cassius : Is that so?

Cassius turns his back on Jessica to make a green tea

Miss Jessica : Umm… yeah! I mean… come on… this is Lex Hart here! We’re not talking about just anyone.

Cassius : Maybe not to you.

Miss Jessica : (ignoring his barb) : If you don’t go into this, like, one hundred per cent focussed on Lexy, then you know he’s going to beat you again, and we’ll have another month of this wack-o, psycho thing you’ve got going on, and everyone will just be, like… bore-off Zhi, like, seriously, we’ve seen this already.

Cassius turns to face Jessica with a fresh tea in hand

Cassius : You find me boring?

Jessica puts her hands behind her back, holding one in the other, and seductively walks up to Cassius, dropping one hand to place teasingly on his chest as she bites her bottom lip.

Miss Jessica : Not always.

Cassius ignores her advance again, taking a sip of tea. Jessica flicks her ginger pig-tails back as she shakes her head and looks up at him innocently.

Miss Jessica : I’m just saying… if you lose to Lex Hart twice in a row, where is that going to leave you? Right back in nowheresville… that’s where! And from where I’m standing, you’ve already bought your ticket. Because all this…

Jessica flicks her hand theatrically in a circle around Cassius

Miss Jessica : … cheap shots… jealousy… like, love rivalry?? That’s not the Cassius Zhi I know. And that’s why I’m telling you… you Sir, have lost your focus, and you’ve got a few minutes to get it back or you’ll end up losing everything to Lex Hart.

Cassius cocks his head slightly at Jessica, though obviously only mockingly curious.

Miss Jessica : You are! You’re going to lose!

Cassius : Everything?

Jessica wafts the air in front of her

Miss Jessica : Ew… Yeah, everything… tea breath.

So You! Need to! Focus!

Jessica reaches up and pokes Cassius in his temples. Zhi smiles as he takes another sip of tea, then leans into Jessica, towering over her as she looks up at him with an excited pout.

Cassius : Maybe, for once, I’m just enjoying being distracted a little too much.

Jessica puts her hands on his torso, and has a mischievous glint in her eye, and hushed to a seductive whisper.

Miss Jessica : Oh yeah? What by?

Cassius puts his hand behind Jessica’s head and pulls it closer to his, so their lips are just fractions apart. Cassius looks into Jessica’s eyes.

Cassius : Desire.

The desire to hurt RJ… just as much as I want to hurt Lex Hart.

Miss Jessica’s brow immediately furrows as Cassius continues to look her in the eye, his mannerisms changing immediately from playful, to determined.

Cassius : But tonight, that fun little distraction can wait, because I am completely, and utterly focussed, on destroying Lex Hart. Tonight… I am not just going to beat Lex Hart, but I am going to beat him until he has just enough life left in him to desperately, pathetically, claw his way towards that microphone at ringside, look up at his teary-eyed and bloody-handed friend RJ, and announce HIS departure to nowheresville. Just… like… JJ Johnson!

Jessica pushes Cassius’ hand away, and looks at him with an annoyed scowl, stamping her foot.

Miss Jessica : OH MY GOD! Again with JJ Johnson!

Are you kidding me right now? I mean… you… focussed on Lex Hart? As if! He has sooo got you beat.

Cassius takes a big gulp of his tea and stares at Jessica with annoyance

Cassius : Just get out, Jessica. GO!

Jessica : Whatever, Cassius. Do what you like.

Jessica spins on her heels and briskly trots away to the door

Cassius : GO TELL HART THAT I AM READY! Tell him, just like JJ Johnson, his time is up!

TICK TOCK!

Fanatic is walking through the backstage corridors when Jack Reynolds approaches him and thrusts a microphone in his face.

JR: Can we have a few moments of your time?

The Fanatic grunts and thinks about walking off before turning round. He then grabs the microphone off of Reynolds. The interviewer jumps backward as he is literally pushed out of shot. The Fanatic stares into the camera and starts speaking.

Fanatic: Hidari! It is time little man. Time for you to walk into the hell that I intend to unleash on you. Time for you to realise that this European championship belt is mine. Mine! We are all tired of hearing what you have to say. What you have to say to me! But now the talking stops. The nightmare to begin. And I promise I will walk out of that ring STILL European champion!

Reynolds comes back into shot as Fanatic aggressively passes the microphone back to him. The interviewer takes it back with a small nod as he starts to back away again. Suddenly there is a commotion behind him and we see Fanatic start to growl under his breath. Reynolds turns to his side to see Scorpion standing there.

Scorpion: You like to make yourself be heard don't you Fanatic? Even when no-one can understand what you are saying. Just another member of this roster that is in my way. And one I have to tolerate before I deal with.

Fanatic steps towards him and poor Jack Reynolds is squashed between the two wrestlers.

Scorpion: Easy.....easy. Why start now? All your thoughts are on Hidari but there is something else you need to think about. The advantage I still hold over everyone in 6WF. You just be prepared for that advantage to strike Fanatic. It may even happen very very soon. I quite like the idea of walking into that chamber as European champion. See you around.......

Scorpion backs away while Fanatic watches him go, still growling. The Fanatic looks down at Jack Reynolds who smiles awkwardly before striding off. Reynolds looks into the camera and takes a deep sigh of relief before motioning to the camera that that's a wrap.

RJ: Hello again everyone and next we have the match for the 6WF European Championship! After the conclusion of the last bout, we now know who is in line to face the winner.

MW: All eyes on Fanatic right now. He has the tools to be champion for a long time. But Kenji Hidari has shown in past PPV’s that he can stand toe to toe with the monster.

RJ: This match could determine who holds the title for the rest of the year. If Fanatic beats the former champion, it will need a colossal effort by someone to dethrone him…..

MW:…….and if Hidari wins, you can bet any money that he will cling onto that belt tighter than he previously did as European champion. And with the rest of Team Japan in his corner, they may just prove an unstoppable title holding unit!

“The Essence” blasts out of the speakers as Kenji Hidari appears at the top of the aisle. He is flanked by a member of 6WF staff waving a large Japanese flag. The fans in attendance see them both coming down the aisle and start booing loudly.

RJ: Welcome to Liverpool Kenji!

Hidari at last reaches the ring while the flag bearer walks around the outside. A few paper cups are thrown in his direction before he heads back up the aisle.

The “Halloween Theme” starts playing and the flag bearer stops in the middle of the aisle in fear. A red light flickers around the arena before The Fanatic appears with the European Championship around his waist. He takes a few steps towards the flag bearer who is visibly shaking before snatching the flag off of him. He breaks the wooden pole over his knee in a sign of strength and then hands the two halves back to the member of staff.

MW: Clean up on aisle one. The guy just wet himself!

The Fanatic brushes past and continues to walk to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and faces the crowd. He then shoots red liquid out of his mouth as the house lights go back up.

RJ: That entrance always sends shivers down my spine.

MW: Think how Kenji feels! His spine might have the same fate as that flag pole soon!

The referee takes the championship belt off of Fanatic and shows the audience. He then passes it to the timekeeper. Hidari is stretching in one corner while Fanatic is stock still in the other. The referee signals for the bell and the match begins.

RJ: Here we go!

Fanatic goes to lock up but Hidari instantly goes for a dropkick to his opponent’s knee. The Fanatic starts limping as Hidari repeats the move. He then hits Fanatic with a leg sweep which brings the big man down to the canvas. Kenji wastes no time in jumping on the fallen Fanatic and levelling him with blows to the head and torso.

MW: Hidari learning from previous matches with The Fanatic. Don’t engage with him; just get the monster off his feet.

Hidari gets up and runs the ropes. He drops a knee to Fanatic’s gut on the rebound. The champion struggles to get up but Hidari sends him down again with a kick to the head. He then turns round and performs a standing moonsault before hooking the leg.

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RJ: Kick out! Hidari was sent flying with the force of it!

Hidari scrambles up and tries desperately to keep his opponent down with swift kicks. However, with the crowd cheering, Fanatic manages to get to his feet. Kenji tries another big kick but Fanatic catches it. Hidari hops on his free foot before flinging himself up and smashing the back of Fanatic’s head with an enzuigiri. Fanatic goes down on one knee. Kenji sprints across the ropes, rebounds and launches himself toward Fanatic.

RJ: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

MW: THAT NEARLY TOOK HIDARI’S HEAD OFF!

As Hidari flies towards Fanatic, he stretches out his arm and clotheslines Kenji with such force that he somersaults in mid-air before landing on his face. The Fanatic then grabs Kenji’s arm and parades him around the ring to the cheers of the crowd. He walks up towards the corner, before climbing the turnbuckle. He then carefully walks the ropes before smashing a fist down upon Kenji’s shoulder. Hidari staggers around the ring, flapping his injured arm. Fanatic bursts forward, lifts Kenji up and then drops him down hard with a spinebuster. The pin is made.

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MW: Kick out! C’mon Kenji….suck it up!

Fanatic lifts Hidari up and whips him to the turnbuckle. Kenji reverses and Fanatic slams into the corner. Hidari runs in and hits his opponent with a running knee strike. As Fanatic staggers out of the corner, Kenji attempts a bulldog. However, Fanatic stands firm before lifting him up and dropping him on the top rope.

RJ: OH!

MW: HE BETTER START COUNTING THEM!

Hidari winces in pain before flopping off the ropes and onto the canvas. He grabs his groin and withers in pain. Fanatic marches over, grabs both of Kenji’s legs, and drops a diving headbutt right on Hidari’s mid-section. He then grabs Kenji and pulls him back up. He lifts his opponent off his feet and sends him flying cross legged after a vicious atomic drop.

MW: FANATIC REALLY GOING TO TOWN HERE!

Hidari heads to the corner and starts pleading to Fanatic to back off as he comes closer. When Fanatic lunges at him, Hidari sidesteps out of the way and then rolls Fanatic up with a schoolboy while placing his feet on the middle rope.

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RJ: NO! REFEREE SAW WHAT HIDARI WAS DOING!

The referee berates Hidari for his cheating as Kenji screams in his face. The Fanatic is quickly up to his feet and tries to hit Kenji with a double axe handle but Hidari avoids it. He runs the ropes and smacks Fanatic with a huge tornado kick. Fanatic goes down on one knee and Hidari takes the opportunity to hit him with a DDT. With Fanatic down on the canvas, Hidari lurches towards the corner and performs a double jump reverse elbow drop. He hooks the leg.

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MW: KICK OUT AGAIN!

Hidari looks to the heavens before getting on his feet. He waits for Fanatic to get up before walking over and trying to hoist him onto his shoulders.

RJ: WE HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE! GENSHIN!

MW: HE DOESN’T LOOK COMFORTABLE!

Hidari tries repeatedly to get Fanatic up, but he keeps dropping him. He shouts out in annoyance before trying again. He manages to get him up but immediately starts staggering backwards. The referee can’t move out of the way quick enough and Hidari ends up backing into him. All three men go down with the official staying prone on the mat. Hidari is first on his feet and he stares down at both Fanatic and the referee. He quickly heads to the ropes and furiously motions up the aisle. Suddenly, Dopant Zero come running down to the ring.

RJ: WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?!

The tag team slide into the ring and join Hidari in stomping down on Fanatic. The crowd boo loudly as Fanatic is at last lifted up and grasped at both arms by Dopant Zero. Hidari smirks as Fanatic struggles before taking a few steps back. He then launches himself at the face of his opponent with a superkick.

MW: CONNECTED!

RJ: ON THE WRONG GUY!

In a huge show of strength, Fanatic moves both his arms together causing Dopant Zero to collide into one another just as Hidari delivers the superkick. He ends up smashing into his Team Japan partners causing them to collapse to the mat and roll out of the ring. Fanatic starts stomping around in a rage as Hidari looks on terrified. As Fanatic rushes in for a clothesline, Hidari avoids it and wallops his opponent with a low blow.

CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

MW: I THINK WE WILL SAY THAT IS 1 ALL!

Hidari angrily gestures to the crowd as they start jeering in his direction. He then draws his hand across his throat and strides over to Fanatic. Hidari screams out in Japanese before lifting Fanatic over his shoulders.

MW: HE GOT HIM UP! HE ACTUALLY GOT HIM UP!

Hidari staggers around the ring as he struggles with the weight. He goes to flip the huge beast to the mat with the Genshin but Fanatic suddenly swipes his hand away. Hidari cannot take the load any more and drops his opponent down. Fanatic immediately goes for the throat of Hidari and lifts him up.

RJ: CHOKE BOMB!!

The Fanatic slowly spins in the centre of the ring so that the whole crowd can see Kenji’s frightened face. He then stops and stares up at his opponent. In one quick move, he drops Hidari to the mat with such force that the sound of the impact is deafening.

RJ: THAT! IS! THAT!

The referee crawls over to the wrestlers as Fanatic makes the pin.

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The crowd cheer as the Fanatic raises his hands in victory. Mike Bird starts to get inside the ring to officially announce the result, but he is pulled back by Dopant Zero. They both enter the ring and lunge themselves at Fanatic. He tries to beat them off again, but is soon sent to the canvas by the tag team. They continually punch and kick Fanatic as the crowd boo.

RJ: NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY THIS BUT FANATIC NEEDS HELP!

Suddenly, “Sad But True” plays out around the arena as James McManus sprints down the aisle.

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

RJ: MCMANUS HAS BEEN HAVING MIXED REACTIONS FROM THE CROWD RECENTLY BUT BOY ARE THEY GLAD TO SEE HIM NOW!

McManus slides into the ring and starts laying into Dopant Zero. Fanatic gets to his feet and piles in as well. The Parasite Killers waste no time in chucking both tag team members over the top rope and to the floor. The fallen men both reach in from the outside and drag Hidari out of the ring. Team Japan then look on from the aisle, angrily shaking their heads and trash talking to McManus and Fanatic.

RJ: Fanatic got really lucky there. He was getting his head kicked in!

As the three members of Team Japan exit behind the curtain, James McManus rolls to the outside and walks over to the timekeeper. He grabs the European title and enters the ring. He approaches Fanatic while looking down at the championship belt longingly. The Fanatic holds his hand out to take it but McManus pauses.

RJ: These two could soon be fighting it out for that belt!

Fanatic continues to have his arm outstretched and starts asking for McManus to hand it over. McManus slowly extends his arm out.

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

RJ: THIS ENDING HOW IT SHOU……..OH NO!

Just Fanatic is about to grab the title, McManus takes a step back and smashes it around his face. The European champion goes straight down and lays sprawled on the mat. McManus looks down at his partner as the crowd start booing.

MW: WELL THERE GOES ANOTHER TAG TEAM!

McManus chucks the belt down onto the mat before exiting the ring and walking up the aisle. He doesn’t turn back towards the ring, but simply has his eyes fixed ahead of him. The Fanatic slowly gets onto his knees and watches him leave while holding his belt with one hand and his forehead with the other.

Geoff Steel is walking through the backstage area, he turns the corner to see Hero stood leaning up against his locker room door....

GS: Looking for trouble already, Hero?

Hero smiles, stepping off the wall casually and looking at Steel....

Hero: You'd love that wouldn't you, Geoff? To get your hands on me and exert some of that built up anger on the man that cost you the title? Well i'm afraid you're gonna have to wait patiently.

GS: I don't see anyone around to stop me...

Steel moves forward. Hero stands still, the smile still across his face....

Hero: Oh no? What will i do....

Hero turns to walk off....

GS: That's it, run away like the little bitch you are. But remember, you can only run for so long, Hero....

Hero stops, he lifts his head to the sky and sighs before turning and staring at Hero....

Hero: Is that what you think? That eventually you'll catch up with me? Have you ever thought for a second that maybe this is what i want? For you to chase me, for you to follow me, to let your thirst for revenge overcome you until eventually you slip?

Hero laughs to himself...

Hero: You forget who i am, Steel. You forget that i am an 8 time World Champion. A man that has dominated this business, a man that dictates the play and decides when and how things happen. This time is no different. See whilst you pander to the fans and bow to their false adulation, it is really me that they want to see. It's the Anti-Hero that they crave. Amongst all the well wishers and do gooders, deep down there is a rebel amongst all of us. That gene, that uncontrollable twitch.

The rejects will rise, Steel. They'll see me as the outlaw, the voice of the voiceless, the common man scoulded by the world and driven to do what it takes to get where he wants. And that's what i'm here for. To prove that the every day fan favourite is nothing but a fraud. A plant inside the seedy world of wrestling. A mere fool, placed upon a pedestal for all to judge...but i will not be judged.

I will judge.
I will create havoc.
I will dictate.
I will pick and choose.
They will cheer when i tell them.
They will bow for my adulation.
They will remember who i am.
What i did.
How i got here.
And importantly, why i did it.

You'll see soon, Geoff. The Anti-Hero is always the prized asset...

Hero turns to walk away as Steel grabs his arm...

GS: You think you've got it all worked out don't you? That somehow all this will bring you the glory of yesteryears? Let me tell you, Hero, there is no happy ending here. There is no Revolution. No Salvation. No Church to save you. There are no more sheep for your flock. You're just a one man band. Swinging and missing, hoping for that one more step into the spotlight...

Steel stares into the eyes of Hero...

GS: But you picked the wrong target. You prayed on someone you thought was weak, someone that you could bounce around and use to get back on top. But that saying of yours, like you it's passed its sell by date, just like you it no longer packs the punch, it no longer validates. Tonight, Hero, Geoff Steel won't make you famous. He's going to finish you. For good.

Steel shoves Hero into the wall and heads off as Hero smirks.

Mr Kenty is standing backstage as the camera zooms in, while the crowd can be heard cheering in the background. He has the Freeweight title over his shoulder and is already in his ring attire. He looks up as the camera zooms into his face before he starts speaking.

Kenty: In a short while I will be taking part in one of the most brutal matches this business has ever produced. I will be going against five other individuals whose one and only thought is survival. Be the victor.....gain the prize. This prize.

He taps the Freeweight title a few times.

Kenty: The guys I am up against have all been part of the history of this place. Guys that know that the chance to make historic moments only comes fleetingly. And when you get the chance......you have to take it. Just like when I took the chance 3 months ago. And Abe, Max, Nay, Mike and Scorpion not only have what it takes to win the match and take the glory. They also have the ability to make each and every other guy suffer.

He smiles slightly at the camera.

Kenty: Am I scared? Wouldn't anybody? Encased in a structure that wicked and with every single one of them targeting me.

He adjusts the Freeweight title on his shoulder before continuing.

Kenty: But fear is to be expected if you want to make history. As some other legend once said, "to be the best, you have to beat the best". And that is what I intend to do. No hiding away. No punches pulled. No back turned. Just staring straight ahead at the future and what I intend to accomplish in it. When people look back on the match tonight, I want them to say that this was the date when Mr Kenty stopped becoming just a Freeweight champion. And started to become a legend. For all the fans.....for all the people that cheer me.....for all the people that have helped me get this far......this is the date when retaining this championship is just the start of my reign. The reign of............

Kenty goes to say his catchphrase when there is sarcastic applauding off camera. Kenty turns towards it as Scorpion comes into shot.

Scorpion: What a speech Kenty. I would expect nothing less of you. But, just like the rest of the guys here, you are full of empty words. Only I have what it takes to beat you. So you better forget about the other 4 make weights in that chamber and concentrate fully on me!

Kenty is angered at being interrupted and steps into Scorpions face.

Scorpion: Oh you will get your chance Kenty, so back off. And if by some minor miracle you get out of that ring with your body intact AND that Freeweight title, just remember one thing. You may be able to win round one. But I have something that means round two is called straight away. And there is no way you will be able to survive me twice in quick succession.

Scorpion backs away smirking as the camera turns and follows him go. Suddenly Kenty swipes the camera back towards him.

Kenty: Hey, I haven't finished! Aren't we forgetting something?

He lifts the Freeweight title up with one hand while looking up at the sky.

MRRRRRRRRRR KEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTYYYYYYY!

Kenty!

He stares back towards where Scorpion backed away to, before walking in the opposite direction with a scowl on his face.

Match 6

Geoff Steel vs Hero

RJ: Another big match lined up for you here on Betrayal, the first 6WF Pay Per View on 2013.

MW: This match is a direct fall out from the last PPV of 2012, where Geoff Steel was on the verge of winning the TAW Title in a four way ladder match...

RJ: Until Hero, or should I say anti-Hero, interrupted and cost Steel the world title, similar to something Hero did earlier in his career.

MW: Over the past month Steel has been seeking revenge against anti-Hero but he has constantly managed to escape the clutches of Steel.

RJ: That is until Alex Walker put this match together and I can’t wait to see Anti-Hero get his come-uppance!

“Last resort” blasts out over the speakers and the crowd pop loudly as Geoff Steel walks out onto the stage. He nods to the fans but looks extremely focused as he strides down the ramp to the ring. Steel then slides in under the bottom rope, warming up and cracking his knuckles.

MW: Geoff Steel looking pumped up here...

RJ: Can you blame him Michael? Steel was on the verge of winning his first world title in this company when the Anti-Hero interrupted. If you add to that, Steel and Hero aren’t exactly the best of friends from their 6CW days.

MW: Steel can be as pumped up as he wants, there is no guarantee that Hero is going to turn up here tonight.

The camera pans to the top of the stage in the anticipation of the arrival of Anti-Hero but no music plays. The Liverpool crowd start booing as the ramp remains empty. Finally “Absolute Zero” hits and the crowd’s booing goes up another notch as anti-Hero slowly walks onto the stage. He stares down at Steel from the top of the stage, before slowly walking down the ramp.

Anti-Hero reaches the bottom of the ramp, Steel continues to stare him down as the 6WF Legend climbs up the steel steps. He is on the apron but then drops down.

RJ: It looks like Anti-Hero wants none of Geoff Steel here tonight.

MW: You can’t force someone of his stature into a match. Anti-Hero is an 8 time world champion, a grand slam winner, a Legend’s club inductee. Walker needs to learn some damn respect.

Anti-Hero gets back onto the apron, he stands staring down Geoff Steel before once again stepping back from the apron. Anti-Hero walks around the ring, looking at Steel apprehensively whose glare never leaves that of the man who cost him the world title. Hero then stops by the apron, he shakes his head and turns away from the ring.

Hero starts walking back up the ramp, the crowd suddenly cheer as Alex Walker strides out onto the stage.

RJ: I don’t think Alex Walker has ever had such a good reception.

MW: And what is he holding in his hand?

Walker smirks as Hero approaches him, Walker holds the piece of paper into the air so the camera can see it.

RJ: It’s Hero’s P45!

MW: He can’t do that!

Walker asks Hero what’s he going to do now. Hero begins abusing Walker but not for long as Steel walks up behind Hero, the crowd cheer as Steel hauls Hero down the ramp and rolls him into the ring to loud cheers.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Finally this match is going to get started!

Hero rolls up to his feet, Steel fires in a series of big European Uppercuts to the chin of Anti-Hero who falls down into the canvas. Steel lifts him up and then knocks him back down with a big headbutt. Hero stumbles up, Steel whips anti-Hero hard into the ropes and on the rebound connects with a big snap powerslam.

Steel quickly applies a sleeper hold on Anti-Hero with his right arm, before smashing elbows into Anti-Hero’s face with his left. The 8 time world champion gets to his feet only for Steel to hit a backbreaker followed by a reverse STO. Cover.

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

Anti-Hero gets the shoulder up off the canvas, Geoff Steel lifts him up and then whips anti-Hero hard into the corner. Steel sprints in, nailing a big spear into the abdomen. Steel then reels off a series of stiff, short shoulder thrusts into the stomach. Anti-Hero staggers forward, Steel hits a big T-Bone suplex. Cover.

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

RJ: Steel started this match like a house on fire!

MW: Only because Anti-Hero wasn’t ready!

Geoff Steel hauls up Anti-Hero, punching away at the stomach as Anti-Hero falls into the ropes. He quickly dives under the bottom rope and the crowd descend into boos as Hero takes some time to recover on the outside. He slowly steps back into the ring, Steel goes for a clothesline but Anti-Hero ducks under it.

Anti-Hero then leaps up behind Steel and nails a back-cracker! He quickly hooks the legs.

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

Steel forces the shoulder up, Anti-Hero waits for Steel to rise before throwing him into the corner. Anti-Hero runs in and connects with a shining wizard, Anti-Hero then falls down and nails a monkey flip.

Steel rolls up to his feet groggily, he runs towards Anti-Hero who nails his trademark sidekick into the chin. He makes the cover.

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

RJ: Anti-Hero coming back into this contest now!

MW: Class starting to shine through here.

Steel again kicks out, Anti-Hero rises to his feet and immediately starts stomping away on the head of Geoff Steel. The crowd boo loudly as Anti-Hero continues the assault on Steel who rolls away towards the corner. Anti-Hero then heads up to the top rope, steadies himself before hitting a diving foot stomp. He covers again.

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

Anti-Hero drags Steel towards the ropes where he rests Steel’s head on the 2nd rope. He hits a couple of knees into the back, he then bounces off the ropes and dials up the 619. Steel staggers up, Anti-Hero then launches himself off the top rope going for a seated senton...

RJ: OH WOW!

MW: Great counter from Geoff Steel!

RJ: Huge powerbomb from the former 6CW World Champion.

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

Steel gets to his feet and waits for Anti-Hero to rise, he then whips him into the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam. Anti-Hero staggers up to his feet and Steel runs in from the corner and nails a huge clothesline. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Now Steel back in charge of the proceedings.

MW: It’s been a great match!

Steel waits for Anti-Hero to rise, he flies away with a series of European Uppercuts that stun the 6WF Legend. Steel then waits for Anti-Hero to stumble into his path before hitting a huge big boot to the skull. Cover.

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

Again Anti-Hero kicks out, Steel retreats to the corner and as Hero rises, he sprints in going for a spear that somehow Hero counters with a sunset flip! Cover.

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

Steel quickly gets the shoulder up but Anti-Hero gives him no opportunity to get back into the match, putting Steel onto his front before hitting the Hero Stomp multiple times on his rival. Anti-Hero then hits a standing moonsault for good measure.

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

RJ: For somebody who did not wish to compete in this match, Anti-Hero is certainly putting on one hell of a display.

MW: Arj, the man is a legend of this company. He may not have wanted to compete, but seen as he has been forced into it, there is no way he will allow himself to have a loss against someone like Geoff Steel on his record.

RJ: And now Hero going up top, where we know he is most comfortable...

MW: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

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

Hero goes to the corner...

RJ: Think we all know what he is lining up here...

MW: ENCORE! ENCORE!

RJ: COUNTER! KNEE TO THE HEAD FROM STEEL!

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

Steel drags up Anti-Hero, he pulls him and sets up for the Blade Cutter but Hero manages to shove himself away, he goes towards the ropes but Steel runs in and clotheslines him down to the outside, the force sending Steel down to the outside as well.

MW: Match going to the outside!

Steel picks up Anti-Hero but he quickly counters with a thumb to the eye. Anti-Hero then flies away with big punches into the chin of Geoff Steel up against the railings. Hero continues with the punches but Steel doesn’t fall down.

He responds with a couple of headbutts but Hero is back in with two more punches to the head. Steel hits a European Uppercut only for Hero to boot him in the stomach, pushing Steel back into the railings.

RJ: These two need to be careful, the referee’s count is up to 5 already.

Anti-Hero hits a couple of elbow smashes to the head of Steel, who falls to the floor. Anti-Hero takes a step back with a grin on his face, happy with his work. He is about to go back into the ring with the count at 7 when a fan starts shouting abuse at him in the front row. Anti-Hero looks around for security but none are present, so he punches the fan to the ground!

RJ: He can’t do that!

MW: He just did Arj!

Anti-Hero rolls back into the ring with the ref at an 8 count, Steel slowly gets to his feet as the ref reaches 9. He looks at the fan, he sees blood pouring from the nose and leans over to help the fan up to his feet.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: The 10 count is up and Steel is not back in the ring! ANTI-HERO WINS!

RJ: That was absolutely disgraceful from Hero. He punched a fan god damn it, Steel tries to look after him but the ref continued the count!

MW: Anti-Hero using all his know-how and experience to win this one.

RJ: I can’t help but feel that Geoff Steel will want more of Anti-Hero yet.

MW: He’s had his chance, he blew it. Anti-Hero can now move onto bigger and better things.

Lex Hart is shown in his locker room preparing for his match as the door is heard opening...

LH: Really, Cass? This close to our match and you're looking to take another cheap shot...

Lex turns round to see Abe Abercorn standing in front of him...

AA: I guess I owe you an apology....

Lex shrugs....

AA: I admit, i had my doubts about you. I know you well enough to know you have that sadistic craving for being the man, that under everything you've got the potential to turn your back on everyone and everything that got you where you are, but, something has changed within you....

Abe holds out his hand to the surprise of Lex...

AA: I'm man enough to accept when i've been wrong, and i apologise...

*Crowd Pop*

Lex hesitates for a moment before reaching out and embracing Abe...

LH: No apology needed, Abe. I'm not stupid, i knew the second i came back to this company that the knives would be out and people would have their doubts about me, about my character, but i've kept my head down, i've stuck up for the little guy, and tonight, i'm going to show Cassius that i'm not here to be pushed around. I'm inside his head and i'm going to exploit it. I'm going to bring him down, like he's done to so many others...

Abe's face changes to a look of concern....

AA: You realise you're playing devils advocate, Lex? That sometimes it's not possible to tame a wild beast? That sometimes it's best to steer clear and let nature take it's course?

LH: Yeah but this is different, Abe. He think he has me over a barrell, thinks that somehow this is all about Jessica and that somehow i'm bitter that she always favoured him, but its not the case. I've always known my ability, Abe. I've always had self belief. I;m not going to be undermined. I'm going to prove to him that my last reign was no fluke, that she didn't carry me to anything...

AA: It's a dangerous game of oneupmanship, Lex. I just hope you're prepared for the fallout?

LH: I'm more prepared than i've ever been, Abe. But less about that, how about you? You're the one heading into one of the most sadistic structures in professional wrestling, you think you can hack it old timer?

Abe and Lex laugh....

AA: Lex, you know me. Straight up, honest and old fashioned. I know these kids i'm going against have all the physical attributes. I know they are eager to impress and make their mark, but sometimes, it's the aged head of the wily fox that outruns the hunt, and survives as a champion of nature. I'll be fine.

Lex smiles...

LH: You always had a way with words, Abe, i'll give you that! Just do your thing, make em proud.

AA: Good luck, Lex....

Abe exits the room and Lex continues getting dressed as the sound of high heels can be heard. Lex smiles to himself and looks up to see Miss Jessica standing there, playing with her hair...

LH: To what do i owe this pleasure....

MJ: Oh Lexy, like, it's so totally hot to se how far into Cassy's head you've got. I mean his like, completely freaking, totally engrossed in you all over again...

Jess kneels in front of Lex, her skirt seductively rising up her tanned legs...

MJ: Just like me...

Jess runs her hands through Lex's hair, whispering to him...

MJ: You've got him where you want him, Lexy.....you've got the chance.....take it.....finish it......prove him wrong....

Jess plants a lingering kiss on the cheek of Lex and stands up, smiling at him before walking out, a devilish grin across her face.

RJ: Coming up, we have a HUGE match.

MW: Two former world champions.

RJ: Two of Miss Jessica’s cohorts.

MW: Two of the most successful and feared wrestlers in 6WF.

RJ: Cassius Zhi and Lex Hart are going to go head to head right now.

‘Be Myself’ echoes around the arena and the crowd jump to their feet and cheer. White fireworks go off as Lex Hart steps out onto the stage. He beats his chest and points around the arena as the crowd respond by cheering even louder. Lex walks confidently down the ramp before sliding under the bottom rope and bouncing on the ropes.

RJ: Lex Hart looks very confident here, he’s had a very good career and he hasn’t flinched at the sight of Cassius Zhi.

MW: Is he overconfident though? Has Miss Jessica seemingly choosing him over Cassius inflated his ego?

‘They Say’ blasts out as the lights dim to red and smoke billows up the ramp, Cassius Zhi slowly strides out from behind the curtain and looks around the arena, not blinking. He walks down the ramp, cricking his neck as he does and then jumps up to the apron and steps between the ropes into the ring. He circles around Lex, like a tiger around his prey as Lex just cockily grins.

RJ: Cassius Zhi has totally snapped, we thought he was bad with the whole Abercorn thing a couple of years ago, but he’s targeted me, he’s targeted Lex and it’s becoming beyond ridiculous.

MW: Losing the world title to his worst enemy JJ Johnson seemed to break something in Zhi’s mind, and Jessica rooting for Lex has only made things worse.

The two men circle each other and the bell rings, but neither is the first to make a move. Cassius then charges into Lex, but Hart quickly dodges it with a step to the side, Cassius is even quicker to react and swings a foot out and catches Hart with a hard kick to the jaw. Cassius twitches his neck and grabs Lex’s arm ready to put him in an arm bar, but Lex fights out of it and pushes himself up. Cassius goes to knee him in the ribs, Lex moves back and then jumps up hitting Cassius with a dropkick.

RJ: Lex is a tricky customer to deal with, very quick, very technical.

Cassius shakes himself before walking towards Lex, who ducks a clothesline attempt and then swings his foot out taking Cassius’ legs from beneath him. Lex takes advantage and quickly grabs Cassius’ leg and puts him in a one-legged Boston Crab.

MW: This is where Cassius needs to be wary of Lex, he is very much a submission master and he could wear him down over time.

Cassius uses his free leg to kick Lex and break out of the submission manoeuvre. Cassius pushes himself up and Lex goes for a swinging kick to the skull but Cassius ducks underneath it and charges at Lex, he spears him and lifts him up hitting him with a spinebuster before immediately grabbing Hart’s arm and twisting it behind him and using his foot to push Lex’s face into the mat.

RJ: What a quick series of moves, very impressive from Cassius and Lex has to watch out.

Lex is using his free arm to hit Cassius’ leg and get out of the move. Lex pulls himself up on the ropes and Cassius runs at him, but Lex uses the ropes to lift himself and Cassius runs into Lex’s boot. Hart climbs up to the middle rope and then dives off with an elbow drop before going for a pin.

1..........kick out!

RJ: Lex just testing there.

Lex is waiting for Cassius to get up, and when he does he kicks him in the gut and then chops him across the chest, and again, and again. The crowd woo as Lex chops Cassius into the corner before kneeing him in the ribs. He grabs Cassius and hits a running bulldog. He puts him in a chickenwing in the centre of the ring.

MW: Cassius is actually in real trouble here.

Cassius tries to scramble for the ropes but Lex is not letting him move as he puts more pressure into the painful submission hold. Cassius is moving around a lot and Lex is struggling to keep a hold of him so he quickly rolls Cassius up, trying to catch him off-guard.

1........2.kick out!

Cassius lashes out with his arms and catches Lex’s face hard, Zhi drags himself and uses the ropes to lift himself up. Lex runs at him but Cassius dodges it, Zhi then tries to go for a German suplex, but Lex fights out of it and then twists around turning it into a german suplex of his own. He bridges it into a pin.

1.........2......kick out!

RJ: Lex’s quick technical wrestling skills are getting the better of Cassius here.

Lex waits for Cassius to get up and hits him again and again, the crowd are cheering Lex as he unleashes fury in his fists before hitting Cassius with a fisherman suplex. Lex grabs hold of his legs and puts Cassius in a Sharpshooter.

MW: Sharpshooter locked in!

Cassius’ face is unemotional as he tries to grab the ropes; he grits his teeth as Lex puts more pressure into the hold. Zhi slaps the mat in fury as the ropes are just a little too far away. Lex bends down, bending Cassius’ legs and Zhi nearly lets out a pained sound but holds it in as his eyes bulge out of their sockets and the veins on his necks are easy to see. Cassius starts twitching his neck and he manages to just burst out of the move and he is up to his feet immediately and

RJ: SHOCKWAVE!

MW: Missed!

Cassius jumps to his feet and went for a Shockwave but Lex was equal to it and ducked underneath and speared Zhi to the ground and starts unleashing punch after punch.

RJ: Cassius must be wondering what he has to do to keep Lex down.

Lex gets up and Cassius is groggily getting to his feet, Lex hits a reverse atomic drop before pushing Lex into the ropes and when Cassius stumbles back towards him.

MW: Flatline!

Lex goes for the RKO but Cassius just pushes him away, Lex jumps straight back to his feet and runs at Cassius, but the Chinese star just flips Lex over the top of him. Cassius looks furious as he goes for a Sharpshooter, but Lex uses his legs to pull Cassius to the ground and then locks in a crossface.

RJ: Another dangerous hold!

Cassius looks furious and he punches the mat so hard that his fist starts to bleed, leaving a blood mark on the mat. Lex pulls back on the hold as Cassius shouts in a mix of anger and pain. Cassius manages to pull himself closer and grabs hold of the bottom rope.

MW: Lex hasn’t let Cassius get a look in during this match, every time Cassius does something Lex has the right response.

Lex is waiting for Cassius to get up and hit the Flatline when the crowd make a shocked sound. Lex looks down the ramp.

RJ: It’s Miss Jessica! What is she doing here?

Miss Jessica walks down the ramp, holding her phone, she smiles at Lex, who remembers the match and turns around.

MW: SHOCKWAVE!

Cassius stands still for just a second, his eyes wide, his whole body twitching, breathing heavily before dropping down and hooking the leg.

1.............2.............3!

Cassius nods on with each count and then stands to his feet and raises his arms.

A: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH....BY PINFALL.....CASSSSSSSIUS ZHIIIIIIIIII!!

The crowd boo loudly as Cassius holds a fist in the air.

RJ: Lex has got to feel robbed here, he was in total control of this match until Miss Jessica came down.

MW: Cassius Zhi has had a double victory tonight though. He beats Lex and Miss Jessica is the reason

*The action returns backstage where Mike Hill is stood with a microphone in hand...

RJ:Oh god, we haven't seen him for the past week, I thought we had got ourselves a lucky escape.

MW:Shut up RJ!

Mike Hill:You know what the problem is these days...nobody has any originality anymore. Everyone jusy copies everyone else, they all say the same thing.

I look at all my opponents this week, I have listened to what they have had to say because I quite frankly am not interested in them one bit. But I'd hazard a guess they've all been saying that I am past it, I may have been a legend back in the day but this is time for a new era.

Except Abe, I guess he would talk about how I owe him something because he was the one who gave me a contract here. Newsflash Abe, the board couldn't keep knocking Mike Hill back because Mike Hill is the best god damn wrestler in the world! And a hell of a lot more entertaining than you!

Nay reminds me of Abe a little bit. You can't deny they are both fighters, albeit in different styles. You also can't deny that they are incredibly tiresome to listen to, it's like having a DJ with only one record to last a whole night. No matter how good it might be, it gets dull incredibly fast.

Mr Kenty and Scorpion...well they are just pale imitations of my good self, albeit Kenty likes to pander to those idiots. Both like to think they are brash, arrogant, loudmouths with the ability to entertain. But they are nothing compared to me. I was the original upstart, the original asshole that everyone loved to hate!

Then we have a man whose copied me his whole career, Max Adamson...

*Adamson walks into shot with Clarissa...

Hill:Taking your dog for a walk before the match Max?

*Adamson walks towards Hill, getting in his face.

Adamson:Firstly, I suggest you watch your mouth before I put you through that wall behind you. Secondly, I can not believe you are still trying to convince yourself that I tried to copy you. Really Mike? If that is what makes you sleep at night then fine.

Truth is, you would never have got the success you did without me where as I would have got to the top with or without you. But you are right, Kenty is an imitation of you. Because both of you are not worthy champions...

*Nay Bother walks into screen...

Nay Bother: Jeez, I'm suprised you managed to fit in this corridor with your ego's. I've been listening to you for quite a while, but I haven't walked forward until now...partly because I'm scared of dogs but also because I could not believe what I was hearing.

This isn't 2010 anymore fellas, it's 2013. Nobody wants to be like you two anymore I'm afraid, you are the past. Abercorn is the past. I am the future of this company, I am Cameron faith and 2013 is my year.

*The three men stare down as Betrayal goes to an ad break

Chris Patricks is stood backstage with Kayleigh Reed....

KR: Chris, tonight you go into the 6WF World Title match against 3 other men, with the odds firmly stacked against Keith Leone, are you confident?

CP: Of course i'm confident. I'm closer to the World Title i had stolen for me by the corrupt officials that run this place. I'm finally going to get my redemption and put right the wrongs of the last year. I'm more focused than i've ever been, and i made my intentions clear 2 weeks ago when i stood above Leone in the centre of the ring...

KR: Something Marshall Murdoch himself pulled of a week ago?

CP: Ah yes, another era begins huh? And what a surprise that McGraw would be behind it, that he'd push his little pal, Marshall into the spotlight. So what, Marshall is starting a new era. So far we have an 'Era of Darkness', the 'Era of Murdoch', the end of an era, and some crap that Scorpion keeps banging on about, but i don't need to announce an era of Patricks. I don't need to bang my own drum, toot my own horn or make false claims. Bottom line, tonight i'm walking in as a man robbed of his title. Stripped of his livelihood and everything he worked hard for and tonight, i get back what's mine.

KR: You're certainly more focused than i've seen, is your relationship with your ex wife helping?

CP: She's still my wife, and no, this life is separate from that. It's the way it needs to be.

KR: So no comment?

CP: No comment.

KR: And what about Cobra? You've had plenty of history with him recently, do you think it aids you knowing his ability?

CP: Look, everyone is a threat, but i don't need to know these guys in and out to know.......

Patricks stops mid sentence as Cobra walks into shot and the two men share a tense stand off....

KR: Well, we can ask the man himself, Cobra....

Cobra raises his hand, stopping Reed from speaking, he continues to stare at Patricks....

Cobra: I'm not just a threat, Chris. I'm your biggest threat. I'm going all out tonight. Putting it all on the line to get that 6WF title. I respect Leone, but if someone has to suffer, then so be it. But one thing is for sure, whenever you think i'm down, whenever you think you've got me beat, remember that the Cobra can strike at will, any time, any place. I'll see you out there, Chris.

Cobra brushes past Patricks and heads off, Patricks eyes firmly fixed on his opponent...

KR: Anything to add to that...

Patricks looks at Reed with disgust....

CP: What do you think?

Patricks turns and leaves as we head to commercial.

Match 8
Elimination Chamber for the 6WF Freeweight Championship
Mr Kenty (C) v Nay Bother v Mike Hill v Scorpion v Abe Abercorn v Max Adamson

RJ: Welcome back to Betrayal and what a huge match we have next for you tonight here at the Liverpool Echo Arena.

MW: This match sees the return of the Elimination Chamber to 6WF, a match that hasn’t been seen for over a year.

RJ: Last time out it was the world title on the line, this time around it is the 6WF Freeweight Title on the line in what is the most brutal, hellacious match in this industry.

MW: It is unforgiving, it is the arguably the toughest, most difficult match that these 6 men will got through in their whole careers.

RJ: For most of them, this will be the first time they step into the Elimination Chamber, it is a match that can make you or break you.

MW: Let’s hand it over to Mike Bird so we can get this match started.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman the following is an ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH for the 6WF FREEWEIGHT TITLE MATCH! Two wrestlers will start in the ring, every 5 minutes one of the pods will open and the next wrestler will enter the match. The last man standing will be the winner of the match!

Introducing the first of 5 challengers, he hails from Belfast, Northern Ireland and weighs in at 230lbs...ABE ABERCORN!

The crowd pop as “Carry on wayward son” roars out over the speakers and Abe Abercorn walks out onto the stage. He nods to the fans before making his way down the ramp, slapping the fans hands. Abe steps inside the elimination chamber and then walks towards his pod.

MW: 4 pods, 6 competitors. Abercorn will not know what it feels like to be in one of the pods as he has been confirmed as one of the two men to start the match off.

RJ: This is probably not Abe Abercorn’s sort of match, it goes against pretty much all his principles. However, his desire to capture another title in this company may give him the adrenaline needed.

MW: I can’t see anyway that Abe can win this if he refuses to make use of the biggest weapon in 6WF, the actual chamber.

Mike Bird: Introducing the 2nd challenger, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at 220lbs...”Nay Bother” CAMERON FAITH!

The crowd’s cheering continues as “I fought the law” plays out around the Liverpool Echo Arena and Nay Bother walks out onto the stage. He nods down to Abe Abercorn before running down the ramp, tagging the fans hands. Nay slides into the ring, looking around the chamber before going to his pod.

MW: Whilst Abercorn isn’t exactly suited to this match, arguably Nay Bother is.

RJ: Been a constant force in the Hardcore division, but now has the opportunity to win the Freeweight Title.

Mike Bird: Introducing the 3rd challenger, hailing from Perth, Australia and weighing in at 296lbs...MAX ADAMSON!

“Lonely Boy” kicks in and the crowd’s reaction changes as they boo loudly for the arrival of thunder from down under, Max Adamson. Adamson strolls out onto the stage arm in arm with Clarissa, the two passionately embrace at the top of the ramp. Adamson then turns and walks purposefully down the ramp, he smiles at the sheer size of the chamber before entering the pod.

RJ: Adamson will have a big power advantage over any other competitor in this match, which is always a big plus point.

MW: He can certainly use the chamber as a weapon in different ways to the other competitors in the match.

Mike Bird: And the fourth challenger...hailing from Malvern, England and weighing in at 220lbs...MIKE HILL!

“The next big thing” blares out and the booing continues as Mike Hill strides out onto the stage. He then proceeds to swagger down the ramp, laughing to himself as the crowd boo. Hill steps inside the chamber, he kicks against the pod a couple of times on the outside before climbing into it.

RJ: Hill has an advantage over a lot of these competitors in that he has competed in elimination chamber matches before.

MW: One man whose style is certainly suited to this arena is Hill, he is going to love all the high-flying opportunities that the chamber gives him.

Mike Bird: And the final challenger...from Colorado Desert, United States of America and weighing in at 235lbs...SCORPION!

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 boo. He then walks down the ramp towards the Elimination Chamber...

MW: Again, another expert in the Hardcore division, but his first time in the Elimination Chamber match.

RJ: Scorpion has had a very successful couple of months though, arguably one of the form men going into this match.

MW: And here is the other man who will be in the match from the very start...

RJ: McGraw’s influence certainly at work there I would suggest.

Mike Bird: Finalllllllyyyyy.....hailing from...

???: Woah, woah, woah! Wait there Mike!

“Turn up the trouble” blares out and the crowd pop loudly as the lights dim, a silver microphone descends from the rooftops.

Ladies and Gentleman, I hail from Buckinghamshire, England and weigh in at 230lbs...I am the 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...I am MR KENTY.....................KENTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The lights come back and Kenty strolls down the ramp with the title belt around his waist. Kenty steps into the elimination chamber and stares into the eyes of his 5 opponents before stepping into his pod.

RJ: What a test this is for Mr Kenty. He captured the freeweight title from Vortex but this is without doubt his toughest test to date.

MW: He will cement himself as one of the great freeweight champions if he can retain the belt in a situation like this.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Abercorn and Scorpion will begin the match then!

MW: A very interesting combination to start the match off. Let’s see how it goes.

RJ: How do you think the other competitors will feel about these two starting off?

MW: It’s only a positive for them, the less time they spend in the chamber the more chance they have of escaping. Kenty will be particularly pleased that he isn’t in from the start.

The bell rings to kick the match off, Abercorn and Scorpion lock-up. Scorpion forces Abe backwards towards the ropes, he quickly goes for a clothesline and it connects knocking Abe down onto the steel outside. Scorpion steps out onto the steel and picks up Abe by the head, he goes to slam his face into steel of the chamber but Abe manages to block.

He then fires off a series of forearm smashes into the face that back Scorpion back towards the ropes, Abe then sprints in and nails a big lariat that sends Scorpion back into the ring. The former Hardcore champion rolls up to his feet and Abe springboards in knocking him down with a flying shoulder tackle. Abe hooks the leg.

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

MW: There was the first example of Abe’s reluctance to make use of the weapons available to him.

Scorpion gets the shoulder up, Abe places him into an armbar hold. Scorpion is up to a vertical base quickly, he throws a wild punch with his free arm but Abe ducks and then takes Scorpy down with a Northern lights suplex. He then switches tact, locking in a sleeper hold.

Again Scorpion gets to his feet, albeit more slowly this time. He fires in a couple of elbows to the stomach until Abe finally releases. Scorpion then grabs Abe’s head and drives it into his knee. Abe staggers around groggily and Scorpion takes him down to the canvas with a spinebuster. Cover.

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

Scorpion gets to his feet and immediately goes on the attack, stomping away on the head of Abercorn repeatedly. Abe rolls back into the corner, Scorpion lifts up Abe and with a great show of strength throws him head first into the pod behind one of the turnbuckles.

Scorpion then climbs up to the 2nd rope and nails a German suplex, flinging Abe down into the canvas from the top rope. Scorpion hooks the leg.

RJ: The first bit of high risk offence we have seen and it paid off.

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

Abe forces the shoulder up, Scorpion gets to his feet and places his hand around the throat of Abercorn choking him out until the ref orders Scorpion to stop. He chooses to lift Abe high into the air by the throat into a chokeslam position. He then drills Abe into the canvas.

Scorpion doesn’t cover, instead lifting Abe to his feet and putting him over his shoulders. Scorpion attempts a powerslam but Abe drops down the back and falls into the ropes. Scorpion sprints towards him but Abe pulls down the top rope and Scorpion crashes down onto the steel.

Abe turns and steps to the outside, he waits for Scorpion to rise before lifting him into a suplex position. However instead of dropping Scorpion down into the steel, Abe throws him back into the ring, dropping him face-first in the canvas. Abe steps in and hooks the leg.

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

MW: Again Abe refusing to make use of the brutal surroundings he finds himself in.

Abercorn drags up Scorpion and reels off a series of big knife-edge chops that back Scorpion into the corner. Abercorn continues with the chops as the lights flash around the pod...

RJ: It’s Adamson!!

MW: There’s one man who won’t be afraid to make use of the chamber!

Adamson waits impatiently for his pod door to open, he bursts through the door and steps into the ring. He grabs Abercorn and flings him backwards with a German suplex. He then focuses on Scorpion, driving a series of big shoulders into the stomach. Scorpion stumbles forward out of the corner and Max hits a big back body drop. Cover.

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

Scorpion forces the shoulder up, Adamson hauls Scorpion up to his feet and hits a series of big body punches. He whips Scorpion into the ropes and hits a knee to the stomach, Adamson the runs the ropes hitting a Neckbreaker. Adamson is about to go down into the cover when Abe runs in and hits a dropkick to the side of the head.

Abercorn then lifts Adamson up to his feet and puts him on his shoulders, hitting an airplane spin before dropping Adamson down. He stumbles around groggily and throws a clothesline, Abe ducks and then gets the backslide cover.

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

Adamson powers out, Abe stands over Max waiting for him to rise before hitting a vertical suplex. Scorpion runs in and floors Abe with a choblock, Scorpion drags Abe towards the corner before going to the top rope. Scorpion then dives off and connects with a guillotine leg-drop across the throat. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Nothing splitting these three at the minute.

MW: Chamber not really come into the equation yet, but not many of these would use it to aid high-flying. We will have to wait for Hill and Kenty to see that sort of action.

Scorpion drags up Abe, he floors him with an STO. He then bounces off the ropes going for a people’s elbow but Abe floors him with a drop toe-hold. Abe lifts up Scorpion and hits the county roads, he spins around...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE!

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

Mike Bird: Abe Abercorn has been eliminated!

RJ: Abe the first man to go, just as it looked like he was going to get a pinfall himself.

Adamson gets to his feet nonchalantly and quickly moves towards Scorpion who is lay on the canvas. Max lifts him up and fires in a series of elbows into the head. Adamson then boots Scorpion over the top rope down to the outside. As Adamson steps to the outside, the lights flash around the arena before settling on the pod of...

KENTY! The crowd erupt as the door slowly slides open!

MW: I guess it could have been a lot worse for Kenty, but at this moment he will still have to go through 5 other men to win this match and retain his title.

Kenty is the opposite side of the ring to Adamson and Scorpion, he steps in and quickly runs across and suicide dives over the top rope. Adamson manages to throw Scorpion in the way of the move and he takes the full impact. Kenty gets up to his feet and Adamson hits a monkey flip, launching Kenty into the pod.

Kenty staggers back with blood starting to seep out of a wound on his forehead, Max hits a Russian legsweep on Kenty, driving his head back into the steel. Max makes the cover.

RJ: Not the ideal start for Kenty!

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

Adamson drags Kenty up to his feet and then nails a big belly to belly suplex throwing Kenty into the steel once again. Adamson then drags up Kenty and slams his head repeatedly into the steel. Kenty falls to the floor and Adamson hooks the leg.

MW: Adamson making great use of the chamber.

Ref: 1............2...........Scorpion breaks the pin!

RJ: Venom Sting!

MW: Punt kick to the head, what a vicious move!

Scorpion now makes the cover.

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

Adamson barely gets the shoulder up, Scorpion lifts up Max and throws him back into the ring. Scorpion steadies himself on the outside before springboarding in and hitting a big clothesline. Cover.

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

MW: Now Scorpion coming back into this!

Scorpion waits for Max to rise, he then whips him into the ropes before leaping up as Adamson comes back to the centre of the ring and hitting a big knee into the head. Scorpion then bounces off the ropes, hitting a people’s elbow.

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

Adamson kicks out, Scorpion starts stomping away on Max who rolls into the corner. Scorpion then hits a series of knees into the head. Scorpion then goes to the outside and brings Kenty back into the ring. Scorpion steps towards the ropes but Kenty boots him in the stomach, then hitting a spike DDT! He hooks the leg.

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

Scorpion forces the shoulder up, Kenty lifts Scorpion to his feet and hits a knee-life facebuster. Scorpions staggers around and Kenty nails a big boot to the skull. Cover.

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

RJ: Kenty now involved, whilst it can’t be long until the next competitor enters the match-up!

Kenty brings Scorpion to his feet, he sets up for the Mic Check but Scorpion shoves him away. Kenty falls back into the path of Scorpion, he goes for the death stalker but this time Kenty shoves him away...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE! AGAIN!

RJ: Adamson out of nowhere!

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

Mike Bird: Scorpion has been eliminated!

RJ: Scorpion goes, Adamson notches up his 2nd elimination!

MW: And now time for the next entrant...

The lights flash around...

RJ: MIKE HILL!

MW: Things are about to get exciting.

Hill steps in, he springboards over the top and runs towards Kenty knocking him down with a spinning heel kick. He leaps to his feet, Adamson throws a clothesline that Hill ducks and then dropkicks Max into the ropes. Kenty rises to his feet, Hill whips Kenty towards Max.

Kenty manages to use his momentum to hit a shoulder block, knocking Max and himself down to the outside. Hill springboards off the top rope and nails Adamson with a springboard hurracanrana. Hill hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Hill already going high risk!

Mike Hill waits for Adamson to rise before hitting a gutbuster, Kenty then runs up behind Hill and hits him with an inverted headlock backbreaker. Kenty then drags Hill towards one of the pods, placing his head against it. Kenty then runs in, hitting a running facewash. Cover.

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

Hill forces the shoulder up, Kenty drags Hill up to his feet and then hits a swinging neckbreaker. Kenty is about to go into the cover when Adamson runs, he nails the fa-maxxer on Kenty, which in turn drives him down on top of Hill! Adamson covers Kenty.

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

Kenty forces the shoulder up, Adamson drags him to his feet and boots him in the stomach. He puts Kenty in a powerbomb position, and then bombs him from outside into the ring. Max makes the cover again.

MW: Adamson has been hugely impressive in this contest.

RJ: Maybe coming from very near the start of the match could be to his detriment, but he has certainly been the dominant force in the match.

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

Max gets to his feet, he drops a couple of knees into the back before lifting up the Freeweight champion. He hits a German suplex, keeping the hold applied and hitting a 2nd German suplex. Adamson finishes off the combo with a third German suplex. Cover.

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

The lights flash around the chamber for a final time...

MW: Now it’s time for Nay Bother to step in.

RJ: Nay’s into the match and he is going straight towards the man he has been feuding with for 3 months, Mike Hill.

Nay steps out of his pod straight towards Mike Hill. He nails a succession of backhand chops into the chest of Hill who falls back against the steel. Nay brings him away from the steel before throwing Mike into the steel again...

MW: OH MY!

RJ: What a counter from Mike Hill! Moonsault, using the steel as a springboard!

The camera goes back to the ring. Adamson is stomping away on the head of Kenty, he drags him to the corner and lifts him to the top rope. Adamson then goes up to the top rope, he sets up for a superplex but Kenty manages to block and fire in a couple of punches to the head.

MW: Mic check into the pod!

RJ: Now what’s he thinking?

Kenty lifts a groggy Adamson onto his shoulders...

MW: Rolling fireman’s carry slam!

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

RJ: Adamson goes!

MW: What an impressive display from the Australian though, dominant for most of the match.

RJ: Kenty still in with a shot of retaining his title.

Mike Bird: Max Adamson has been eliminated

Kenty gets to his feet, Mike Hill steps into the ring and rolls him up from behind.

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

RJ: NO WAY!

MW: Kenty’s gone! He’s out!

RJ: Hill from out of nowhere!

Mike Bird: Mr Kenty has been eliminated.

MW: We get a new champion tonight then.

RJ: And that champion will be either Mike Hill or Nay Bother!

The ref has to force Kenty out of the chamber, Nay gets to his feet and stares across at Hill who smirks back. Nay beckons Hill down to the outside and he obliges. The two begin exchanging big punches, Nay gets the advantage with a boot into the gut.

Nay then whips Mike Hill hard into the pod, he then sprints in and connects with a shining wizard. He then grabs Hill by the head and runs with him, hitting a big bulldog onto the steel. He hooks the leg.

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

Nay drags up Hill, he goes for a pele kick but Mike Hill manages to side-step. He then pulls Nay down with an edge-o-matic, he then hits the Hill Walk(Standing shooting star press). He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Quite a contrast between these two in terms of what they’ve won, Hill being a triple crown winner where as Nay is yet to win a title in 6WF.

MW: So evenly matched, this is a great chance for both men.

Hill drags up Nay and throws him into the ring. He steps in, lifts up Nay who blocks an inverted atomic drop attempt and then hits a suplex. Nay follows this up with another suplex and then completes the three amigo’s combination!

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

Nay leaps to his feet, dragging Mike Hill with him. He hits a backbreaker then goes for a neckbreaker but Hill blocks. He hits a knee into the stomach and then runs off the ropes hitting a corkscrew neckbreaker. Hill goes to the top rope...

MW: 450 Splash!

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

It’s Nay with the kick out on this occassion, Hill lifts Nay up to his feet and goes for the standing tornado DDT but Nay shoves him away. Hill walks towards him and Nay nails a spinning DDT of his own. Cover.

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

Hill drives the shoulder up, Nay gets to his feet and goes to the top rope. He turns his back on Hill...

MW: Double rotation moonsault!

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

RJ: So close for Nay!

MW: Nearly his first title in 6WF.

RJ: Tremendous resilience from Mike Hill here.

Nay gets to his feet slowly, he lines up the superkick but as Hill rises he manages to duck. Nay spins around...

MW: OVER THE HILL!

RJ: Hill’s going to win it...

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

MW: Unbelievable!

Hill gets to his feet, he looks to the skies in disbelief. He then goes towards the top rope, but then looks to the top of the pod. He climbs up to the pod...

RJ: Oh no what is Hill thinking?

MW: This is crazy Mike! There is no need to do it.

RJ: NEXT BIG MOVE!

MW: OH MY FREAKING GOD!

RJ: NAY MOVED! NAY MOVED!

MW: HILL HIT THE CANVAS FROM THE TOP OF THE POD!

Nay looks at a motionless Hill, he goes to the top rope and no further. He dives off, hitting the double rotation moonsault for the 2nd time.

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT!

MW: NEW CHAMPION! WHAT A MATCH!

RJ: WHAT A MOMENT!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman the winner of this match...and neewwww 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...NAY BOTHERRRRR!

The Liverpool crowd erupt into huge cheers as the door of the chamber is opened, the referee is handed the title and walks towards Nay who is still down on the mat.

MW: Look at how much this match has taken out of Nay, out of all the competitors.

RJ: It is not just physically exhausting but also mentally, thinking he had it won on so many occasions only for Hill to kick out, and vice versa.

MW: Maybe not all the competitors, Scorpion!

Scorpion steps through the chamber door and grabs the referee, he starts shouting at him and the ref nods. Scorpion quickly drops outside to grab a steel chair.

RJ: What’s he doing?!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, Scorpion is cashing in the title shot he won at WAR!

MW: YES!

RJ: No, not after all this!

Scorpion stands over Nay with the chair, loud boos reverberating around the arena. Nay staggers up...

MW: KENTY!

RJ: OUT OF NOWHERE!

SMASH!

Kenty grabs the steel chair out of Scorpion’s hand and then wraps it around his head. Scorpion stumbles forward and Nay delivers his superkick finisher! He hooks the leg.

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

MW: Nay wins...again!

RJ: Huge assist from Kenty there.

MW: Scorpion has lost his title shot, perhaps that was a poor decision from him to cash in here.

RJ:It would have been wrong for Scorpion to win the match in those circumstances. Thank god for Kenty.

*Jack Reynolds is backstage...

JR:Please welcome my guest at this time...Crime Lord.

*The crowd boo, Crime Lord laughs to himself.

JR:Crime Lord a lot of people have been asking questions abot your motives for wanting to face Logan...

Crimey:To prove people wrong. They think I am bitter old Crime Lord, refusing to accept Logan Kincade is the new and better generation. They are asking why I won't pass the torch, why I'm not happy he's made the Hardcore Title great...

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.

*Crime Lord strolls off, as he does so Logan Kincade steps out of the shadows with a maniacal grin on his face.

Match 9

Non-title match

Logan Kincade vs Crime Lord

MW: Wow what a contest we have in line next for you here at Betrayal!

RJ: A match between two of the most dominant champions in 6WF History, although ironically no title is on the line tonight.

MW: The current, and longest reigning Hardcore champion in this company’s history Logan Kincade, goes one on one against a man who has held that Hardcore belt many times before, Crime Lord.

RJ: Crime Lord of course had his monster reign as 6WF Undisputed Champion last year, where he became the longest reigning world champion in the company.

MW: They are both very impressive resumes, very similar competitors in my mind so I can’t wait to see what happens in this one!

Due to the Graphic Nature of this programme, viewer discretion is advised! “Edgecrusher” kicks in as Logan Kincade walks out onto the stage with the Hardcore Title over his shoulders. For once Kincade is greeted by wall of noise in his favour as the Liverpool crowd go crazy for him. He holds up the Hardcore Title before striding down to the ring.

MW: What a great reception for Logan Kincade tonight! It is a real home-coming for him.

RJ: How can these people cheer Logan Kincade after what he did to Blue Dragon? It’s plain wrong.

“Rain Wizard” roars through the speakers and the crowd return to huge boos as Crime Lord strolls calmly out. He flexes his muscles as pyro’s go off around him, the former 6WF Champion walks slowly down the ramp. He climbs over the top rope into the ring and stares across at Kincade.

RJ: For some reason the title isn’t on the line tonight, but this is still a big chance for Crimey to earn himself a shot at the title.

MW: Kincade deserved to have his mind rested after so many brutal matches for that Hardcore Title.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Kincade and Crime Lord go in for the lock-up, Crimey manages to force Logan back into the ropes only for Kincade to drive a knee up in the stomach. Crimey keels over and Logan then launches him against the ropes, he attempts a clothesline but Crime Lord ducks underneath it. Kincade turns around and is met with a boot to the stomach.

Crime Lord then hits a knee to the head and Kincade falls into the canvas. Crime Lord places the Hardcore Champion into a side headlock. Kincade gets to his feet and shoves Crime Lord away towards the corner. Logan runs in but Crime Lord gets the boot to the face, he then runs at Logan who counters with a snap powerslam.

Kincade rolls up to his feet and immediately starts stomping away on the head of Crime Lord. He rolls away towards the ropes, he attempts to roll down to the outside to get a breather but Kincade stops him, he then slingshots Crime Lord throat first across the bottom rope.

Crime Lord clutches at his throat and Kincade is quick to try and take advantage by applying a rear-naked choke hold on the former 6WF Champion.

RJ: A brutal start to this match-up, both men getting straight to it!

MW: Not a lot of love lost between these two and you can see that already!

Kincade wraps his legs around the stomach of Crime Lord in a scissors hold in order to increase the effect of the hold but Crime Lord manages to fight the hold and gets to a vertical base where he throws Kincade down into the canvas with a judo-like throw. Kincade rolls up to his feet and Crime Lord runs in knocking him down with a clothesline.

Kincade staggers up once more, Crime Lord whips him firmly into the ropes and then floors him with an STO. Crime Lord drops a couple of knees to the face before finally hitting a more impactful leaping knee into the face. He makes the first cover of the match.

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

Crime Lord quickly puts Kincade onto his front where he goes from where he left off by driving knee into the back repeatedly. He then hauls up Kincade and throws him down to the canvas with a German suplex. The Hardcore champion rolls up, Crime Lord lifts him into the air for a suplex. He delays and delays to show his strength but this gives Logan time to escape.

RJ: That bit of showmanship from Crime Lord has given Kincade an opportunity to re-assert himself a bit in this match.

MW: Guys like these two who are both so powerful, sometimes it is the mental games that win you these matches. Can’t blame Crime Lord for trying one so early on.

Kincade drags Crime Lord in and then rockets off a series of uppercuts into the chin. Crime Lord falls back into the ropes and Kincade continues to fly away with the punches. Crime Lord gets entangled in the ropes and Kincade continues to pummel away on him until the referee steps in.

Crime Lord walks away from the ropes slowly only for Kincade to run in and floor him with a huge clothesline. Crime Lord rolls up and Logan nails an emerald fusion! Cover.

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

Crime Lord gets the shoulder up, Kincade places Crimey into a front facelock. The former world champion is up to his feet and Kincade reels off a series of huge elbows up into the grill of Crime Lord who staggers back towards the corner. Kincade steps onto the apron and runs along it, hitting a big punch to the side of the head.

Kincade steps back in with Crime Lord slumped down in the corner. He uses the ropes to hit a dropkick into the face, he then turns Crime Lord around to face the middle turnbuckle. He removes the cover and then drives Crime Lord’s face continually into the turnbuckle.

Kincade then steps back before running into the corner and hitting a leaping knee into the back of the head, which in turn drives Crime Lord’s face into the turnbuckle. Logan then allows Crimey forward before hitting a spinning neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

RJ: Got to say that was a seriously impressive spell of offence from Logan Kincade.

MW: He is unrelenting, he just loves to cause pain.

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

Crime Lord kicks out, Logan lifts him to his feet and fires in more uppercuts. He backs Crime Lord into the ropes and then runs in, knocking him down to the outside with a clothesline. Kincade drops down to the outside as well...

RJ: This isn’t good...

Kincade walks menacingly towards Crime Lord, he lifts him up from against the commentary desk but Crime Lord stuns Logan with a headbutt. He then slams Kincade’s head into the commentary table a couple of times. Kincade staggers back and Crime Lord runs in, flooring him with a big forearm smash.

Crime Lord lifts up Logan, he walks towards the steel steps before driving Kincade down into them with a spinebuster. Crime Lord then dives from the apron onto Kincade with a splash-like move. Crimey rolls into the ring.

MW: Crime Lord’s dominance outside of the ring has just got him back into this match.

RJ: You spoke about Kincade’s love of causing pain, Crime Lord certainly has an appetite for the very same thing.

Kincade rolls back in, narrowly avoiding the count-out. Crime Lord immediately starts booting away at the Hardcore champion. Crime Lord then waits for Kincade to rise before throwing him down to the canvas with a Fisherman’s suplex, bridging over into the cover.

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

Crime Lord is up to his feet, he then lifts Logan up and holds him in the suplex position. This time there is no fighting back from the Hardcore champion as Crime Lord then drops him to the canvas. Kincade staggers up...

MW: Big boot!

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

Kincade again gets the shoulder up, Crime Lord lifts him up to his feet and hits a couple of punches to the face followed by a boot to the gut. He then lifts the Hardcore champion into the air...

RJ: Powerbomb!

MW: Crime Lord is pulling out all the stops here!

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

Kincade again forces the shoulder, Crime Lord retreats to the corner. He stands impatiently waiting for Kincade to stir before sprinting in and nailing the Mafia Mow Down!

MW: What impact on that knee to the head!

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

RJ: Tremendous resilience from Kincade.

MW: Crime Lord just can’t put him away!

Crimey gets to his feet and looks to the skies in desperation, he then drags up Kincade and sets up for the Custody but Logan spins out and shoves Crime Lord into the ropes. Crimey sprints back in towards him but Logan greets him with a jumping clothesline. Cover.

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

Kincade waits for Crime Lord to rise before whipping him firmly into the ropes, Logan bounces back off the opposite ropes and leaps at Crime Lord, hitting a huge crossbody block. Crime Lord rolls up, Kincade boots him in the stomach and then hits a gutwrench powerbomb. Cover.

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

MW: Now it’s Kincade who can’t quite finish it off!

Logan walks back to the corner, Crime Lord stumbles up...

RJ: HUGE SUPERKICK!

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

MW: Another kick out! Amazing.

Kincade places Crime Lord into the sleeper hold, setting up for blind justice but Crime Lord shoves him away into the corner. Kincade uses the ropes to springboard back but Crime Lord catches him across the chest and then hits a spinning side slam backbreaker! Cover.

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

Another kick out from Kincade and the Liverpool crowd go crazy. Crime Lord lifts him up and puts Logan onto his shoulders for Lock n Load...

MW: DDT!

RJ: What a counter!

Kincade then puts Crime Lord into the sleeper again...

RJ: Rough Justice connects!

MW: Cover...

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: LOGAN WINS!

RJ: HE CHEATED!

MW: What the hell are you on about Arj?

RJ: Look, his feet were on the damn ropes!

MW: No they weren’t...

RJ: Look at the replays Michael...

*The replays on the VT show Kincade’s feet on the ropes, he removes them as soon as the ref makes the 3 count.

MW: Clever tactics.

RJ: Disgraceful.

MW: Well the crowd in here are happy, what a match!

The camera switches to the inside of Danny McGraw's office where he and Marshall Murdoch are deep in conversation...

MM: I appreciate this, Danny, and believe me, i won't let you down.

DM: I have every faith in you, Marshall. Consider this my thanks for sticking by me when all this kicked off. Unlike Logan...

Marshall laughs...

MM: I'm sure he's still dealing with the Jeremy Kyle show that is his life, he'll be back. But tonight is about us, Danny. It's about making everyone take notice...

DM: The Era of Murdoch?

MM: You're damn right, it's time we put these wannabes out to pasture. It's time to ascend to greatness like i always planned to. And with the greatest mind in professinal wrestling behind me, i can't fail. I'm going to take Leone, Cobra and Patricks apart, i'm gonna prove to all the doubters, to everyone who dared to think that Clarke James would outlast me, to EVERYONE who dared to say that i was nothing more than Hero's bitch, that Rapture was the prized asset of the Church, that I, Marshall Murdoch, was the true heir to the throne, the real future of 6WF....

McGraw picks his tumbler of whiskey up from his desk...

DM: To the future...

*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*

McGraw sighs and Marshall turns around to see Alex Walker entering the room...

AW: Isn't this just a picture perfect moment, one man and his pet pitbull plotting their way to the title...

DM: What do you want, Alex...

AW: Well after your showstopping actions on Lockdown, i had a feeling you'd be up to something, and you know, i find it funny that you think i wouldn't suspect something? You're looking at the man who singlehandedly brought a company to its knees. A man who wrote the rulebook on screwing over the competition, pushing the guys i wanted into the top spots. Well i've got news for you, Danny. Those days are behind me, and theres no way in hell i'm gonna let you pull anything tonight.

DM: What makes you think...

AW: Oh come off it, Danny. We all saw you try and fail to take a stronghold with your little Consultancy, we all know that my presence here eats away at you, i was your biggest competition, your greatest adversary, and now, i'm in the same company, with the same rights, responsibilities and power as you.

Walker turns to Marshall...

AW: As for you, Marshall? That little chip on your shoulder really does look delicious, but believe me, if you think anyone is going to respect you cause you aligned yourself with the boss and cheated your way to the top, you can forget about it. You wanna be mentioned in the same breath as guys like Hero, then do it the hard way, cause at the moment, you're heading down the same, self depricating, self indulgent path he took, and now look at him, desperately crying out for the attention he so longingly craves. You've got talent kid, but this isn't the way to go about it. You've been warned, i'm watching you....

Walker leaves as Marshall turns to McGraw...

DM: Don't worry about him, he's barks worse than his bite. Tonight will go off without a hitch...

MM: Lets hope so.

Marshall heads out of the office as McGraw sits at his desk, opening the top drawer of his desk and smiling to himself as we head to commercial.

Jack Reynolds is poised backstage with a microphone in hand. He is talking to someone slightly off camera before then turning to face the camera and speaking.

Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am standing by with 6WF World Champion, Keith Leone.

The crowd pop in the background as the camera turns to face Keith Leone, who is wearing his hooded shirt and has the 6WF World Title over his shoulder. What’s visible of Leone’s face shows a look of distain.

Reynolds: Keith Leone, the odds are stacked against you tonight, you take on two former World Champions and one of a man who has been on a rampage through this company as of late. How confident are you feeling tonight?

Leone: (Pausing for a moment to look at Reynolds) Really? Well at least now I know why they don’t you the big bucks. Am I feeling confident? That’s kind of like asking Hero if he has a God complex. Of course I am confident, if I wasn’t, I’d have given away this title and walked out of that door as so many rejects have done so before. People think that because there are three other guys in this match, suddenly I’m the one at the disadvantage, and couple this with the fact two of the three have left me laying on my back in the centre of the ring over the past two weeks, and these people may have a point. But you see, they forget one thing, I’m Keith Leone; have this odds stacked against me is how I thrive in this business. I have been set on fire, thrown through tables, beaten down by half a company of wrestlers and hospitalized more times than I can remember, and yet I still stand here today with the World Title.

Reynolds: That’s all well and good Keith, but as you touched upon, two of these men have had your number over the past couple of weeks; does that not scare you even a little bit?

Leone: Jack, have you ever heard the phrase that history is written by the winners? Every great man, whether he is a general, a businessman, a sportsman or even a wrestler, has had bad days. But because history is written by the winners, we don’t remember that, all we remember is his dominance, and the same can be applied here. Do you think people remember the fact it took me 6 months from my first shot to win the 6CW World Title, or do they just remember the fact I took down Genesis and won the main event of the greatest PPV of all time at Night of Glory? I write the history books because I’m a winner, whereas guys like Murdoch, Patricks and Cobra are remembered for every shot they got at greatness and how they always screwed up. At our match tonight it will be no different; this will just be another chapter in the Keith Leone story, and just give Murdoch, Patricks and Cobra another footnote mention in a great man’s career. Does that answer your questions Jack?

Reynolds: Umm… yeah I suppose, thank you for your time.

Leone: It’s no problem; I count this as my giving something back.

Keith Leone smirks before then turning and walking out of shot as Jack Reynolds looks on with a slight expression of perplexity.

Main Event 1
Fatal Four Way for the 6WF World Championship
Keith Leone (C) v Cobra v Chris Patricks v Marshall Murdoch

RJ: What a great show we have had so far, so many fantastic matches but now things really are starting to heat up as we have our first main event of the evening.

MW: A fatal four way match for the 6WF World Title, what a match this one is going to be.

RJ: Keith Leone won the 6WF Title in an epic ladder match at Payback, the final pay per view of 2013. Leone has had an electric start here since re-joining from 6CW.

MW: But straight away he is thrown into a huge test, up against three of the biggest stars in the company.

RJ: You’ve got Christopher Patricks, who Leone knows well from his time in the Hardcore division here in 6WF.

MW: Then we have Cobra, also a former star of 6CW and one of the biggest names in professional wrestling today.

RJ: And finally you’ve got Marshall Murdoch, who has been in fantastic form since being brought in by Danny McGraw, and sent a huge message in last week’s Lockdown main event.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is your FIRST MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH scheduled for one fall is for the 6WF WORLD TITLE!

Introducing the first challenger, hailing from Tijuana, Mexico and weighing in at 260lbs...COBBBBRAAAAAAA!

“King of the stereo” blazes out through the speakers, green, white and red pyros explode off at the top of the stage and Cobra’s names flash across the screen before the man himself walks out to big cheers. He strides down the ramp, tagging the fans hands before sliding into the ring.

RJ: One of the most naturally gifted competitors I’ve ever seen, Cobra has both the power game and the high-flying ability.

MW: A former TAW World champion, that reign came to a halt sooner than he would have liked, so Cobra now has the chance to grab a 2nd world title.

Mike Bird: Introducing the 2nd challenger, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 220lbs...CHRISTOPHER PATRICKSSSSSSSSSSSS!

“Ascending malice” hits and the crowd descend into loud boos as Chris Patricks strolls out onto the stage. Pyro’s go off around him as The Enigma flashes across the screen, Patricks walks to the ring slowly staring down at Cobra. Patricks springboards in.

MW: He’s had a big rivalry with Cobra lately, two fantastic competitors who have put on two great matches.

RJ: Both men won a match each, and again Patricks is also a former world champion. So much talent in this match-up.

Mike Bird: Introducing the 3rd challenger, he hails from Houston, Texas and weighs in at 232lbs...MARSHALLLLL MURDOCCCHHHH!

“Papercut” blares out and the crowd’s loud booing continues as Marshall Murdoch strides out onto the stage. He surveys the arena before staring down at his two opponents in the ring. Murdoch confidently strides to the ring, he steps through the middle rope and again stares across at his opponents.

MW: Marshall the only man in this match who has yet to hold a world title in 6WF, but he was one of the longest reigning 6WF European Champions.

RJ: He has also been in a rich vein of form, with two wins over Abe Abercorn at the previous two pay per views.

Mike Bird: And finallllly....he hails from Bristol, England and weighs in at 230lbs...he is your REIGNING AND DEFENDING 6WF CHAMPION OF THE WOOORRRLLDDDD...KEITHHH LEEOOONEEE!

“Limowreck” plays out around the Liverpool echo arena and the crowd cheer loudly as Keith Leone walks out onto the stage with the 6WF Title wrapped around his waist. Leone strides down the ramp, tagging the fans hands before sliding in under the bottom rope. Leone gets to his feet and holds the title aloft before passing it to the ref.

MW: What a tough first defence for Keith Leone, particularly after coming through such a tough match to even win the title in the first place.

RJ: True Michael but we all know the resilience and courage of Leone, he will do anything to retain that title.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off and it immediately splits in to two, Cobra locks up with Marshall Murdoch leaving Leone and Patricks to lock-up as well. Murdoch is driven back slightly by Cobra, who then fires in a couple of shoot kicks up into the side but Murdoch responds with a big roundhouse kick of his own, Cobra falling to the mat. Murdoch locks in a half-nelson sleeper hold as the camera goes to Leone and Patricks.

Leone is placed into a side headlock by Patricks, Leone counters by whipping him hard into the ropes. Leone ducks his head or a back body drop, Patricks leapfrogs over the top and then springboards back off the opposite ropes connecting with a springboard reverse DDT! He covers.

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

Patricks drags Leone up to his feet, he goes for a boot to the stomach but Leone manages to grab it but Patricks counter with a step over heel kick and Leone falls to the canvas. Patricks then drags Leone to the corner where he starts stomping down on him.

The action goes back to Murdoch, who still has the submission hold locked in. Cobra slowly gets to his feet, he drives a couple of elbows into the abdomen of Marshall until he releases. Cobra quickly puts Marshall into a front facelock and then hits a series of muay thai knees up into the face. Cobra continues with the knees to the face as Marshall falls into the ropes.

RJ: Referee is certainly going to have his work cut out tonight, he’s got to decide which moves he’s going to break first here.

MW: Cobra hitting knees to Marshall’s face whilst his body is between the ropes but Patricks choking out Leone in the corner.

The ref elects to stop Cobra from hitting the knees to the face, which is met by loud boos from the crowd. He then forces Patricks away from Leone in the corner. Patricks nods and then runs back in, hitting a vicious knee to the head. Murdoch is whipped across the ring by Cobra who hits a big spinebuster on the rebound. He hooks the leg.

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

Murdoch forces the shoulder up, Cobra drags him to his feet and then drives a knee up into the stomach. He lifts Murdoch onto his shoulders and hits a death valley driver. Marshall stumbles up and Cobra connects with a reverse STO on Marshall.

The camera pans to Patricks who drags Leone away from the corner, he places Leone up against the ropes and then fires in a couple of punches. Patricks then runs in at Leone, attempting to knock him to the outside but the champion counters with a flapjack, dropping Patricks throat first across the top rope. Patricks stumbles around and Leone boots him in the gut, then nailing a piledriver.

The champion turns around to see Cobra staring at him. Before anything can happen, Murdoch is up to his feet and attempts to blindside Cobra with a clothesline but he ducks under it and then nails an angle slam on the former European Champion. Leone and Cobra return to staring down each other.

RJ: Who’s going to make the first move here...

MW: THE CHAMP!

Leone smiles at Cobra before wrapping a huge right hook across the face of Cobra who staggers back slightly. He then comes back with a big punch of his own, Leone returns with a headbutt. Cobra fires in another punch, then Leone. Leone gets the advantage with a quick flurry of hands that Cobra has no response to.

The champion drives a knee up into the stomach of Cobra who keels over, he then pummels away at the back. Cobra lifts Leone up and manages to drive him back into the corner. Cobra responds with a stiff shoulder into the stomach, Leone stops pummeling on the back and keels over in pain. Cobra runs into the corner and nails a huge boot to the head, Leone collapses into the mat.

Cobra heads up to the top rope, he salutes the fans before diving off and hitting a big elbow drop down into the chest. He covers.

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

RJ: Cobra has been very impressive thus far Michael.

MW: I expected nothing less from him Arj, he won a world title first time around in this company when he was still relatively inexperienced, he’s now travelled the world, learned all types of wrestling and is showing them all off tonight.

Cobra drags the champion up to his feet, he then nails a snap suplex. Leone stumbles to his feet, Cobra bounces off the ropes going for a running STO but Leone blocks. He hits an elbow to the side of the head, pulls Cobra around to the side of him and then nails a Russian legsweep. He hooks the leg.

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

Leone drags up Cobra, he fires in a series of European uppercuts into the face. Cobra falls back into the ropes, Leone whips him across the ring and nails a snap powerslam on the rebound. Leone bounces off the ropes, hitting an elbow drop. He hooks the leg.

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

Cobra again forces the shoulder up, Leone gets to his feet and retreats to the corner, waiting for Cobra to rise. He lines up a spear, Cobra manages to leap over the top and Marshall Murdoch who has just got to his feet takes the full force of the spear!

RJ: What amazing ring awareness from Cobra.

Leone gets to his feet and Cobra quickly runs up behind him and connects with an inverted DDT. He then heads up to the top rope again before launching himself off, hitting a double knee drop to the face of the champion. Cobra hooks the leg.

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

Leone drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Cobra waits for him to rise and then grabs him by the throat. He nails a chokeslam backbreaker, Cobra then bounces off the ropes and hits a running European Uppercut. He covers again.

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

MW: Leone showing his fighting spirit here.

RJ: Heart of a champion and he’s going to need all of his resilience and heart to get through this match with the world title still in his grasp.

Cobra drags up Leone, he boots him in the stomach and then connects with a tiger-bomb. Chris Patricks is up and he takes out his old rival with German suplex, bridging over into the cover. He hooks the leg.

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

MW: We are back to this rivalry now...

RJ: What a rivalry it has been, I’d say it’s certainly aided in elevating both of these men up to this level once again.

Patricks gets to his feet, he immediately starts stomping away on the head of Cobra until the referee steps in. Patricks then waits for Cobra to rise, he boots him in the stomach and then bounces off the ropes nailing a front flip piledriver. Patricks makes the cover.

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

Cobra forces the shoulder up, Patricks hauls Cobra towards the corner where he again stomps away on him. Patricks then sprints in, hitting a big dropkick to the face. Patricks goes to the 2nd rope, when Cobra rises he leaps off and hits a jumping DDT! Patricks covers again.

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

MW: Patricks is in charge of this little renewal of their rivalry.

Patricks gets to his feet and quickly returns to the corner and up to the top rope. Patricks turns towards the crowd, flips the bird...

RJ: Split legged moonsault!

MW: Great athleticism from Chris Patricks!

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

Cobra drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Patricks quickly goes to the ring apron lining up a springboard move. He leaps to the top rope but Murdoch is up, he runs in and dropkicks the ropes, causing Patricks to crotch himself.

Murdoch then reels off a series of big roundhouse kicks into the side of the head until the ref steps in. Murdoch lifts Patricks onto his shoulders off the ropes and then hits a running gutbuster. Marshall makes the cover.

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

Patricks kicks out, Marshall immediately gets on the attack, hitting a couple of leaping knees into the back. He then waits for Patricks to rise before hitting a backbreaker. Patricks stumbles up to his feet, Murdoch whips him into the ropes and connects with a sidewalk slam on the rebound.

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

RJ: At the start of the month, despite his form, hardly anyone expected Marshall Murdoch to be in a match of this magnitude.

MW: He’s earned it RJ, he’s helped out Danny McGraw and McGraw is rewarding that loyalty.

RJ: Talking of McGraw...

The crowd descend into loud boos as Danny McGraw walks out onto the stage. He waves sarcastically to the crowd before striding down the ramp. He orders for a chair to be brought towards him, one of the camera-men passes the chair to him and McGraw sits at ringside, watching the match.

MW: Looks like McGraw has come to watch his charge win the world title.

Marshall nods to McGraw down on the outside before stomping at the head of Patricks. He then places him into a seated abdominal stretch as the pace of the match is finally slowed, albeit momentarily. Patricks slowly gets to his feet and Marshall nails a big pumphandle slam. Patricks stumbles up and Murdoch puts him over his shoulders...

RJ: Texan slam!

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

Patricks again gets the shoulder up, Murdoch decides to change tact and stomps away on the ankle of Patricks before placing him into an ankle lock. Murdoch synchs back on the hold...

MW: Leone!

The champion breaks the hold, flying off the top rope and nailing a missile dropkick on Murdoch, much to McGraw’s despair. Leone quickly hooks the leg.

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

Murdoch gets the shoulder up, Leone is down for a while but the crowd then erupt as the champion kips up to his feet ala Shawn Michaels. Leone waits for Murdoch to rise, he then boots him in the stomach.

RJ: DDT!

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

Marshall forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Leone waits for him to rise before running off the ropes and nailing a running knee into the face. Marshall rolls back to the corner, he pulls himself up and Leone runs in attempting a big splash but Murdoch side-steps. He pummels away at Leone before lifting him up to the top rope.

RJ: Marshall going up top as well...

MW: What’s he thinking here?

RJ: Oh god! Cobra! This is stupid, don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Murdoch has Leone into position for a superplex when Cobra runs up behind, he puts Murdoch over his shoulders in an electric chair position. Cobra slowly topples back, sending both Leone and Murdoch into the canvas. McGraw watches on anxiously as Cobra makes the cover on Murdoch.

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

MW: Now he’s going to cover the other star involved in that move.

Marshall drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Cobra leaps to his feet and spots the next opportunity, making the cover on Keith Leone!

Ref: 1................2..............Chris Patricks breaks the pinfall!

Patricks hits a double axe handle to the back of Cobra’s head, he rolls away and Patricks stomps away on him. Patricks then drags up Cobra but is stunned with a knee into the stomach, Cobra runs the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker on Patricks. He hooks the leg.

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

Cobra leaps up to his feet, he waits for Patricks to rise before sprinting in and hitting a roaring elbow! Cobra drags a groggy Patricks to the corner. He situates him on the top rope...

RJ: Not again!

MW: This is getting ridiculous now. Cobra lining up the frankensteiner...

RJ: ENIGMA BOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE!

MW: Oh my god!

RJ: What a move!

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

MW: How the hell did he kick out of that?

Patricks looks up in disbelief at the referee. He then heads to the apron, he waits for Cobra to rise before springboarding in, hitting a spiral DDT! He doesn’t cover, instead choosing to apply a leg scissors hold on Cobra.

Before the submission can take full effect, the champion is up to his feet and hauls Patricks off Cobra. Leone levels Patricks with a discus clothesline, then goes to the top rope himself...

RJ: MOONSAULT!

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

Patricks forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Leone quickly lifts him up to his feet. He connects with a boot to the stomach...

MW: PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!

RJ: That has to finish this match off!

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

MW: Another kick out!

RJ: Unbelievable.

Leone gets to his feet, shaking his head. He turns around...

RJ: MARSHALL LAW!

MW: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

Ref: 1.......................2...............................

MW: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT!

RJ: No Michael! Foot on the rope! Foot on the rope from the champion!

MW: Amazing, what a match!

RJ: What a fighting champion Leone is!

Marshall hauls Leone up angrily, he throws him across the ring with a T-Bone suplex. McGraw watches on smiling, Leone staggers up. Murdoch hits a knee into the stomach, Leone keels over and Murdoch goes to bounce off the ropes.

MW: COBRA!

RJ: THAT WAS AMAZING! HE USED LEONE AS SPRINGBOARD!

Cobra leaps up onto the back of Leone who is keeled over, and meets Marshall Murdoch with the Viper strike. He quickly covers Marshall.

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

Murdoch kicks out, Cobra waits impatiently for him to rise. When he does so, Cobra goes for the Snakebite but Marshall shoves him into the ropes. Cobra goes for a springboard crossbody block, Murdoch catches him...

MW: What power!

Murdoch then walks towards the ropes before throwing Cobra down to the outside. Patricks attempts to attack Murdoch, hitting a couple of forearms into the back. He then bounces off the ropes but Murdoch counters, back body-dropping Patricks down onto Cobra.

Murdoch points towards Leone on the floor...

RJ: Signalling it is down to those two.

Marshall is lining up the Marshall Law on Leone when Danny McGraw leaps out of his seat. He calls Marshall over...

RJ: What the hell he’s doing? A pep talk in the middle of a world title match?

MW: Oh I don’t think so...

The camera zooms in and it shows McGraw pulling some brass knuckles out of his pocket. Murdoch grins, McGraw nods at him.

RJ: Not like this surely...

MW: WALKER!

Alex Walker comes sprinting down the ramp, he turns McGraw around and attempts to grab the brass knuckles of him. McGraw resists, the two are shouting at each other as Walker continues to try and take away the brass knuckles.

RJ: Our two commissioners are brawling at ringside.

MW: I have never seen anything like this!

The crowd pop as Walker manages to pulls the brass knuckles away from McGraw, he throws them away in disgust. McGraw is still shouting him down; “What the hell are you doing? Who do you think you are Walker? This is MY SHOW!”

Walker grins, he then shoves McGraw hard into the floor and the crowd cheer hugely. Murdoch looks on confused, he turns around...

RJ: LEONE!

MW: CONCUSS KICK!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: HE WON IT! LEONE RETAINS THE TITLE BELT!

MW: WHAT A WIN! WHAT A MATCH!

RJ: AMAZING RESILIENCE FROM LEONE!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...the winner of this match by way of PINFALLLLL and......STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE 6WF CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRLLLDDD...KEITTTTHHHHH.......LEONNNNEEEEEEEE!

The crowd erupt as Leone is declared the winner, the referee hands Leone his title belt as the champion slowly rises to his feet. He and Walker share an uneasy stare before Leone holds the title belt aloft high above his head.

RJ: How did Leone manage to walk away from the match still the champion?

MW: Well Alex Walker had a big part to play Arj, if McGraw had managed to give those brass knuckles to Murdoch, this was over.

RJ: You’re right Michael, I never thought I’d say this but thank god for Alex Walker.

MW: That was one of the strangest scenes I have seen in my time in this company, two commissioners brawling in a world title match.

RJ: Unbelievable. But we should not let that detract from Leone’s win, I don’t know why we are still surprised by his ability to withstand punishment and come out on top.

MW: He has done it time and time again, what a win for the champion tonight!

Kayleigh Reed is stood backstage with TGA and the crowd roar with approval....

KR: My guest at this time, your TAW Champion..... T! G! A!

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

KR: Teej, tonight you go up against The Saint, after weeks of put downs, accusations and physicality, are you prepared?

TGA smiles...

TGA: Prepared? Prepared is an understatement, Reed. I'm more than ready for The Saint. Not just because i'm confident that i'm going to take that massive, over inflated, conspiracy loving ego and knock it all over Liverpool. It's because i'm finally going to show him up for the joke that he is.

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

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

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

But do you really believe any of that?

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 tonight. My return has been ridiculed endlessly, but at the end of the day I stand here as World Champion. You've been chasing gold just as long as me, but what do you have to show for it?

Tonight 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.

TGA turns and walks away from Reed, heading up the corridor as The Saint steps out from around the corner...The Saint gets into TGA’s face, so they are practically nose to nose…

The Saint: 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 tonight? 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 tonight? 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!

The two men continue to stare down before TGA breaks out into a smile, stepping back from The Saint and raising the TAW Title high in the air, enraging The Saint who snarls as TGA walks off, leaving Saint staring at him as he leaves.

RJ: Welcome everyone to the climax of the Betrayal PPV. A match for the TAW World Title between champion TGA and challenger The Saint!

MW: I have been looking forward to this all night RJ! After the explosive edition of Saint’s Row just over a week ago, these two are sure to cook up one hell of a match!

RJ: At the end of Saint’s Row, TGA felt the full force of what his nemesis can do with that Divine Intervention. TGA on the other hand did come through a gruelling ladder match at Payback, which of course Saint was involved in.

MW: The meetings between the pair and the whole back story could be revisited again and again. What matters now is that we have two guys that can seriously lay claim to the TAW World Title.

RJ: This match isn’t going to be easy on the eyes that’s for sure!

MW: Oh it will be brutal! If Saint’s Row proved one thing beyond all doubt it is that both these guys loathe each other and both want to be at the top of 6WF!

RJ: Everything seems to be ready. Let’s go over to Mike Bird for the introductions.

MB: Ladies and gentlemen…..the following contest is for the TAW World Championship!

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

RJ: And we are all pumped for it!

MB: Introducing first……hailing from Manchester, England….. weighing in at 270 pounds….The man known as the ‘divine force’………..THE SAINT!!!

‘Monster’ plays over the speakers and the lights in the arena dim. Sparks begin to fall from above the entrance way and The Saint strides through them before stopping at the top of the ramp and looking down. He suddenly lets out a massive roar and raises his arms in the air, causing a succession of fireworks to explode above his head. He then walks to the ring slowly as the crowd boo.

MW: I have never seen The Saint looking so focused. He has been in this position before. He has won the World title. Now he is using all that experience to regain his true position at the top of the pile!

RJ: The next guy in that ring might have something to say about that!

MB: And his opponent….. from Newcastle, England…..weighing 310lbs….The ‘Godsent Athlete’ and TAW World Champion……..T…..G…..A!!!!!

RJ: OH WOW! THE NOISE IN THIS PLACE IS DEAFENING!

The crowd break out in huge cheers as “Just Close Your Eyes'” blasts across the sound system, which is barely audible. TGA strides through the smoke that appears at the top of the rampway as the crowd continue to go wild either side of him. He stays in the centre of the ramp, pointing down at the TAW belt around his waist, and walks purposefully down the aisle. He locks eyes with Saint as he carefully rolls into the ring. He unhooks the belt and passes it to the referee, still holding the stare of Saint.

RJ: TGA not taking his eyes off of Saint. Can you blame him after that ending of Saint’s Row?!

The referee holds the title up and shows the audience on all four sides. He then brings TGA and The Saint together and relays his instructions to the pair. Neither man pays much attention but simply stares deep in the others eyes. When the referee asks for the pair to touch hands, they both simply back away into their corners.

MW: No shaking of hands this time! We had too much of that politeness last week!

The referee signals for the bell and the crowd let out another big cheer. Saint and TGA immediately lock up and engage in a battle of strength. Saint gets the upper hand and shoves TGA to the floor. TGA stares at his opponent from the mat while The Saint is smirking. TGA slowly gets back up and both men lock up again. They push each other to and fro before Saint again shoves TGA to the canvas. TGA slams the mat in frustration, causing the fans to break out in “TGA” chants.

RJ: TGA has the height and weight advantage over The Saint. But in this early exchange you would think it was the other way around!

MW: Nerves?

RJ: Possibly. There is no question that Saint has got under TGA’s skin and is exerting his authority!

Saint and TGA lock up for the third occasion. This time TGA manages to get Saint into a headlock. He smashes his fist down upon Saint’s head a few times before backing him towards the ropes. Saint pushes TGA away who runs the ropes. Saint goes for a lariat but TGA ducks. TGA slams into Saint with a shoulder block on the rebound which forces Saint to the floor. He gets up quickly but TGA lifts him up into a spinebuster position. He then runs forward and crashes Saint's back into the turnbuckle. As Saint slumps down, TGA takes a few steps back before rushing in and hitting Saint in the face with a high knee.

RJ: This is starting to get fierce! Match hotting up nicely.

TGA pulls Saint to his feet before booting him in the stomach. He places Saint's head under his armpit before suplexing him to the mat. Saint holds his back after the impact. TGA runs the ropes and drops a falling elbow straight onto Saint's forehead. TGA plays up the crowd who cheer in his direction. Meanwhile, Saint tries to get to his feet. TGA comes up behind him and sends him backwards with a German suplex. TGA arches his back to enable the pin.

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RJ: Kickout! All TGA so far!

TGA picks Saint up and whips him back towards the corner. He tries running in with a back elbow but Saint manages to sidestep away. TGA goes crashing into the corner. The Saint immediately starts piling into TGA with punches and headbutts. The referee intervenes and Saint backs away with his hands up. Suddenly he rushes back in and hurls TGA over the ropes. The audience starts booing as Saint rolls out to the outside.

MW: Now we will see what Saint has to offer!

Saint grabs the neck of TGA and hurls him towards the steel steps, TGA crashes into them and the steps scatter. Saint lifts them out the way before going back over to the fallen TGA. He grabs TGA by the legs and falls backward sending TGA catapulting forwards. He lands front first on one of the steel steps and lays on top of it holding his chest. The referee has already started counting them both out, so Saint casually rolls back into the ring before rolling back out again.

MW: He breaks the count.....to continue the carnage!

Saint looks down at TGA as he still lies on the step nestling his ribs. Saint hauls TGA to his feet before lifting him high above his head.

RJ: Amazing show of strength by The Saint!

The crowd watch as Saint continues to hold TGA in the air while walking a few paces forward. Suddenly, Saint drops TGA so his torso lands straight onto the guardrail.

CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

MW: That made the whole Echo Arena wince!

TGA is in a lot of pain, holding his chest and coughing. Saint again rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. He grabs TGA by the throat and parades him around the outside, mocking the crowd as he goes. He then rolls TGA back into the ring before climbing onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. He perches on the top, waiting for TGA to get to his feet. He then launches himself off the corner.

MW: FLYING CROSS BODY! NO!

RJ: AMAZING MOVE BY TGA!!!

As Saint flies across the ring, TGA manages to catch him in mid-air. He then throws Saint over his head with a fallaway slam. Both men lie down on the mat for a few moments before they both start to get up. Saint tries a wild forearm that misses the target and allows TGA to boot him in the gut. He hooks both his arms and lifts Saint into the air.

RJ: ANGELS WINGS! PIN ATTEMPT!

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MW: KICKOUT BY SAINT!

TGA gets to his feet and holds his ribs. He looks in pain after the guardrail drop earlier. He lifts Saint up and whips him towards the ropes. When Saint rebounds, TGA heaves him onto his shoulders. He waits a while before dropping him down with a Samoan drop. He then staggers over to the corner and gingerly climbs the turnbuckle.

RJ: BIG MOVE COMING UP! GODSENT DROP!!!

MW: HE MISSED!!!!

TGA flies backward with a moonsault but Saint rolls out of the way. TGA lands on his front hard and hurts his already damaged ribs. He curls up coughing loudly as Saint gets to his feet. He lifts his opponent up and then drops him back down to the mat with an gutbuster. The cover is made.

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RJ: TGA JUST MANAGES TO KICKOUT!

Saint gets up before kneeling down and punching TGA in the stomach. He hauls TGA up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. As TGA smashes into and turns round, Saint rushes and slams into him with spear. Saint doesn't cover TGA but kicks him repeatedly in the midsection. He then walks away and watches TGA try and get to his feet.

MW: SAINT ENJOYING BEING IN CONTROL HERE!

Saint sneers at TGA as he manages to get up. The crowd break out in TGA chants again to try and help the fan favourite. Saint mocks them before kicking TGA in the stomach. He lifts him onto his shoulders and walks to the centre of the ring.

RJ: DIVINE DESTROYER!

Saint slams TGA down with the crucifix powerbomb before signalling to the crowd that the match is over. He casually lies over TGA and the referee counts the pin.

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RJ: KICKOUT AGAIN!

Saint holds his head in frustration and berates the referee. He hauls TGA back onto his feet and goes behind him. He then lifts him up in a reverse bearhug position so that he squeezes on TGA's damaged ribs. The referee asks TGA if he wants to submit as he shouts out in pain. Saint grips harder causing TGA to lift both arms up in agony.

RJ: TGA BARELY HOLDING ON HERE!

Saint orders the referee to keep asking TGA if he wants to surrender, but TGA shakes his head furiously. The crowd start cheering for TGA as he shakes his fists for support. Suddenly he grabs Saint around the neck and flings himself forward so that Saints chin hits the back of TGA's head. Both men go down to the mat; TGA holding his chest and Saint holding his mouth. The referee checks on them both before starting to count them out.

MW: COME ON SAINT! GET UP!

TGA gets up first and rushes over to Saint in a frenzy. He starts smashing him with hard punches as the crowd cheer every strike. Saint struggles to defend himself as TGA rains in with the blows. At last TGA stops the beating and lifts Saint to his feet. He whips Saint to the turnbuckle and follows him in with a stiff clothesline. He whips him to the other turnbuckle and repeats the move.

MW: TGA GOING WILD!

RJ: CLOTHESLINE AGAIN.......NOOOOOOO!

As TGA whips Saint into the turnbuckle for the third time, he sprints in ready to deliever another clothesline. However, Saint grabs the referee by his belt and pulls him into his place. TGA can't stop and ends up knocking the referee clean out with the blow. TGA staggers backward with his hands on his head looking at the damage he has caused. The referee slumps to the mat before rolling to the outside. Suddenly Saint comes up behind TGA, who is still looking down at the referee, and turns him round.

RJ: BOOT TO THE GUT........

MW: THE SAINTS ROW!!!

Saint sends TGA careering down to the mat with a jackhammer before collapsing. Both guys lie on the canvas trying to recover. Meanwhile, 6WF staff have gone over to the referee and try to help him to his feet. He staggers around and is clearly in no fit state to continue. One of the staff does a cross signal with both arms before helping the referee up the aisle and through the curtain.

MW: NOW WHAT?! THERE IS A MATCH GOING ON HERE!

RJ: I AM HEARING ON MY HEADSET THAT A REFEREE IS ON HIS WAY!

In the ring, Saint gets to his feet. He looks around the ring for an official before staring down at TGA.

RJ: IS THAT A SMILE I SEE ON SAINT'S LIPS?!

Saint casually wanders over to TGA before lifting him to his feet. He waits a few moments before sending TGA back down with a vicious implant DDT. He then lifts TGA back up before repeating the move. TGA doesn't move after the two huge blows to the head. The Saint sarcastically applauds TGA before applauding the crowd as well. The audiences boos are deafening.

MW: SAINT THINKS HE HAS THIS SEWN UP SO IS HAVING SOME FUN! AND WHY NOT?!

Saint then lifts the lifeless body of TGA up and over to the ropes. He leans TGA onto the ropes before twisting them around his arms so that TGA is tied up between them. Saint then starts hitting TGA continuously with left and right hands.

RJ: SAINT NOT LETTING UP!

MW: NO REF! NO ESCAPE! THIS IS BRUTAL!

Saint then stops the assault as TGA’s head flops downwards. He stares at his unmoving opponent and starts smirking. Suddenly, he rolls out of the ring and heads towards the timekeeper. He pushes the man off his chair and grabs the TAW belt.

MW: WHAT IS HE DOING?

RJ: AND WHERE IS THE GODDAMN REF!?

The arena screen suddenly comes on and shows the backstage area. Those watching in the arena see a commotion backstage with a referee shown running through the corridors. Those watching on TV have a split screen feature where we see the referee and also Saint walking slowly back into the ring with the title. The screen stays on as the crowd turn their attention to Saint getting into the ring and wandering over to the still tied up TGA.

MW: AGAIN I ASK, WHAT IS SAINT DOING!?

Saint turns to TGA and then to the belt in his hands. He walks over to his opponent and lifts his head up. It immediately drops back down again. Saint lifts it up again before slapping TGA around the face. TGA starts to come to and he blinks his eyes a few times before looking at his enemy. Saint then slowly lifts the TAW belt up in victory as the crowd boo loudly.

MW: REMEMBER PAYBACK?! THE CROWD CERTAINLY DO!

RJ: SO DO I! SAINT HAS TGA IMMOBLIZED AND HE IS TAUNTING HIM! JUST THE SAME AS TGA DID TO THE SAINT WHEN HE CLIMBED THAT LADDER AND TOOK THE WORLD TITLE!

MW: PAYBACK’S A BITCH! BUT SAINT’S SHOWING TGA THAT SO IS BETRAYAL!

TGA starts trash talking to Saint as he continues smirking with the title still high in the air. TGA tries to get his arms free but he is held fast. Saint watches him struggle and starts laughing. TGA turns back to Saint and spits in his direction. Saint’s face suddenly changes to one of anger and he rushes at TGA.

CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

RJ: OH MY GOD! TGA JUST GOT SMASHED IN THE HEAD!

As Saint runs towards TGA, he slams the world title belt across his face. TGA is sent careering backwards over the ropes and lands in a heap on the outside. Saint looks down at him from inside the ring and once again holds the title up for everyone to see. The crowd boo louder this time. The referee is still being shown heading towards the inside of the arena as he passes backstage staff just behind the curtain. Meanwhile, Saint has now stepped outside the ring and hands the title back to the frightened timekeeper who is back on his chair. Saint then goes over to TGA and rolls the champion into the ring. Saint causally gets back inside himself and drags TGA to the centre. He then covers him while staring up at the aisle.

MW: HERE COMES THE REF! HURRY MAN!

RJ: ABOUT GODDAMN TIME!

The referee sprints down the aisle as Saint continues to pin TGA. The ref slides under the bottom rope and starts counting.

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RJ: UNBELIEVEABLE! TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE!

Just as the referee is about to slap the mat for a third time and crown a new world champion, TGA suddenly uses the last of his strength to lift a shoulder up. The crowd cheer at this and Saint gets up onto his knees holding his head in shock.

CROWD: T-G-A! T-G-A! T-G-A!

MW: THE REF WAS TOO SLOW! HE SHOULD BE FIRED!

As TGA rolls on the mat, struggling to get up, Saint gets onto his feet. He turns towards the referee and start screaming in his face. Saint is obviously making the ref know that he had pinned TGA for longer than 3 but no referee was there. The official starts to back away while trying to assert his authority. Saint is having none of it and corners the referee. The official starts pointing at Saint’s face and ordering him to back off but Saint simply slaps his hand away.

RJ: DIVINE INTERVENTION!! OH NO!!

MW: SERVES HIM RIGHT!

Suddenly Saint grabs the referee’s head and RKO’s him to the mat. The referee lies on the canvas motionless as Saint gets to his feet and angrily kicks the referee out of the ring. He watches him land on the floor before turning back round.

RJ: SAINT UNHING……..ANGEL BOMB!!

TGA has got to his feet and, as Saint turns round, he kicks him in the gut and performs the sit-out powerbomb. TGA wearily crawls over to Saint and hooks the leg.

RJ: NO REF! AGAIN!

TGA stays on top of Saint for a few moments before rolling off him. He sits on the mat looking around as he tries to see where the referee is. He giddily gets to his feet and starts furiously signalling to the backstage for another official. Nobody appears so TGA goes over to Saint and lifts him to his feet. He whips him to the ropes and slams him down with a spinebuster on the rebound. TGA again looks down the aisle and still no official is in sight. He once again lifts Saint up and whips him towards the ropes. This time Saint ducks a clothesline attempt on the rebound and hits TGA with a flying cross body. He goes to hook the leg but again notices no referee.

MW: GODDAMN IT! THIS COULD COST SAINT THE MATCH!

RJ: SAINT GOT RID OF THE REFEREE! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?!

Saint looks down the aisle in annoyance before looking on the outside where the official is still out cold. He wanders over to TGA and lifts him back up. He whips TGA towards the corner but TGA reverses. Saint smashes into the turnbuckle front first before staggering backward where TGA is waiting.

MW: HELL AND……..

RJ: DIVINE INTERVENTION!!!

As TGA lifts Saint up for the Black Hole slam, he powers out of the move. Saint quickly boots TGA into the stomach and delivers a huge RKO. TGA’s head is sent bulleting towards the canvas before his whole body arches backward on impact. TGA’s neck jolts at an unnatural angle as he lies sprawled out on the mat completely unconscious.

MW: WHAT………A………….MOVE!

RJ: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! NO WAY IS TGA LIFTING HIS SHOULDER FOR THAT!

Suddenly, another referee at lasts sprints down the aisle from the backstage area as Saint hooks the leg. The official slides under the ropes but instead of counting the pin, he goes over to the other side of the ropes and motions to the Mike Bird.

MW: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Saint gets onto his feet and holds his arms out in confusion while talking to the referee. The official ignores him and instead slides back out of the ring to check on his colleague on the outside. The crowd start to murmur as the action unfolds.

RJ: MIKE BIRD ENTERING THE RING! WE WILL SOON FIND OUT!

MB: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….VIA DISQUALIFICATION…AND STILL TAW WORLD CHAMPION….T….G….A!!!

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

MW: NO! SAINT HAD THIS WON!

The crowd cheer loudly at this announcement. Saint throws his arms up in irritation as he watches the referee help the other official on the outside. TGA is still lying frozen on the canvas. Mike Bird lays the TAW World Title across TGA’s chest before hastily exiting the ring. The crowd continue to celebrate as Saint gazes towards the commentators and other staff with annoyance etched on his face.

RJ: I HAVE JUST HEARD FROM MIKE BIRD……

MW: THIS BETTER BE GOOD!

RJ: THE SAINT WAS DISQUALIFIED FOR HITTING THE REFEREE WITH HIS FINISHER EARLIER! HE SLAMMED AN OFFICIAL WITH A DIVINE INTERVENTION……HE CAN HAVE NO COMPLAINTS!

MW: OH RUBBISH! THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!

The Saint has his hands on his hips and is standing over TGA. The crowd break out in continual TGA chants as pyros go off around the ring. Saint looks around disgusted as the fireworks signal the end of Betrayal.

RJ: WHAT A MATCH TO END THE PPV WITH!

MW: ARE YOU NUTS RJ?! THE WINNER ISN’T EXACTLY TAKING THE APPLAUSE! HE HASN’T MOVED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES!

As the crowd continue to cheer for TGA, Saint suddenly rolls out of the ring. He grabs the new referee by the hair and drags him around the outside. He then walks round to Mike Bird, who is cowering on his seat, and grabs his hair as well. He throws both of the guys into the ring before rolling in himself.

RJ: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?! HE LOST THE MATCH!

MW: HE DIDN'T LOSE! IT WAS TAKEN FROM HIM!

As the referee and Bird try to reason with The Saint, he suddenly rushes forward.

RJ: OH COME ON!

Saint hits the RKO on the referee who immediately falls to the canvas. Mike Bird watches the referee fall and starts holding his hands up pleading to Saint to let him leave. Saint takes a few steps towards him before turning back round. Bird’s face changes to one of relief.

RJ: NOOOOOOO!

Unexpectedly, Saint turns back to face the announcer and he to is sent crashing to the mat via the Divine Intervention.

RJ: DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER!

MW: I DON’T THINK SAINT CARES WHO HE TAKES DOWN RIGHT NOW!

Suddenly, “Monster” plays over the speakers as the lights dim. Sparks fall from above the ring and cover the three fallen men and The Saint, as he stands tall. He grabs the TAW Word Title off TGA’s chest before holding it high into the air.

RJ: WHAT AN EXPLOSIVE END TO THE PPV LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT! FROM US BOTH AND THE REST OF 6WF……GOODNIGHT!

As the PPV ends, the lasting image is The Saint standing tall over the TAW World Champion but staring longingly at TGA's belt in his hands.