6WF Lockdown Results 1st February

"Rest in pieces" kicks in and the crowd inside the LG Arena goes crazy as an elaborate pyrotechnic and strobe lighting display marks Lockdown going live. The camera pans to RJ and Wire at the commentary table.

RJ: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, I'm RJ and welcome to 6WF Lockdown live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD, broadcasting from the Birmingham Bowl. I am joined tonight by Michael Wire.

MW: Good evening RJ and to all those folks watching at home, I cannot wait for tonight's show, so much fall out from Betrayal.

RJ: Let's start with Betrayal, what a fantastic show that was. An Elimination Chamber match with plenty of twists.

MW: Some proper betrayal with McManus turning on the Fanatic after the European Title match...

RJ: The 6WF Title match had it all, and who can forget the end of Betrayal, The Saint going crazy after being disqualified.

Various signs are shown:

"WELCOME BACK FINLAY"
"RKO-GATE ALL OVER AGAIN"
"MCMANUS SUCKS"
"ROCK V2> THE ROCK"
"WHAT'S THE ROYAL RUMBLE?"
"TEAM WALKER"
"ANYONE SEEN ODEMWINGIE?!"

Johnny Goldman is shown in his Locker room. His eyes have large bags under them as if hasn't slept much in the last few days. He is holding photographs of his parents as he talks to himself.

JG: I'm sorry.... I am trying my best...

He flicks through to one of his father in his wrestling gear.

JG: I'm sorry Dad.... I am trying to make up for the things I have done.... the things I haven't done....or should have done. I have a chance to get back on the path to redemption this week when I take on Jerome Dubois.

I promise I will give it my all.... If I win I will dedicate it to you.... if not.... then I don't know what I will do....It might be all...

Suddenly there is a knock on the door.

JG: Come in?

*Zach Corchia steps into the locker room, he's carrying a big bag over his shoulder, dressed in jeans and a grey T-shirt. He swings and drops the bag on a bench and walks up to Johnny, patting him on the shoulder.*

ZC: How you doing Goldy?

*Johnny looks at him, bags clear under his eyes, the photographs still in his hand. His voice wavers when he replies.*

JG: Yeah I'm fine Zach.

ZC: C'mon Johnny. We might have only been partners for a little while but I'm not stupid. I get it, you're hurting, I am too. This isn't how I imagined my career going when I signed for Ascension, I thought I'd be on top of the world.

JG: Zach, I don't know how many more setbacks I can take though.

ZC: Johnny....Johnny, Johnny, Johnny...those aren't the words of the man I wanted to tag with, they're not the words of the first ever CWA World Champion, of the man who refused to give up in the face of adversity. Sure, we're at the very bottom of the pile right now, we're filler, but those fans, they love us all the same. They love what we do, they believe in us, it's about time we started to believe in ourselves Johnny.

I don't want to spout cheese at you all day but we're fighters, we've both been faced with setbacks, we've both had similar careers. We've reached the very top, only to see the mountain we just climbed disappear from underneath us. We've both then tried to kickstart ourselves somewhere else and not achieved what we want but Johnny, Goldy man, this is it, this is our opportunity.

There has to be a reason why we've been handed chance after chance, because we're good at what we do, because those fans love us, they hang on every word, we take away their breath in the ring and all we have to do is turn all that, take all that and turn into wins. Those fans believe in us, they believe in you...and so do I. This tag team, we've not started well, I get it, but that's understandable, we're a new tag team in a difficult company but what we've got more than anybody else is that burning desire within us to be the best. Well that's start with the tag team titles, let's start this week. You beat Dubois then who knows where we can go, I'm looking right at the top Goldy.

A few years time, I want to see me and you, top of the pile, both world champion, fighting to headline Born in Fire. Names in lights, fans worldwide chanting our name, our place in the Legend's Club being set up for us. What d'ya say Goldy?

*Zach puts his hand out to help Goldman up and smiles.*

JG: It's hard for me Zach, my family name is one of legend. The Goldman gym has produced some amazing wrestlers who have gone on to become champions all over the world....

Goldman puts the photos into his locker before shutting it and turning to Zach.

JG: I appreciate the pep talk though buddy, and I share your dream. I know you have what it takes.... I am doubting myself right now.. it may be a phase, or it maye be a realisation.

Either way I will give my all until the day my all is not enough, I will do my best because I have to. I owe it to my family, I owe it to you, I owe it to the Golden Army... and I owe it to myself.

I am happy to know you got my back bro, I promise if we do get another chance at Dopant Zero, I will be ready. I have to believe in myself again, a win over Dubois could give me that belief...

Goldman walks over to the corner of the room and takes out wraps from his bag and begins to wrap his hands.

JG: I am gonna go out there, I am gonna entertain the masses like only a Goldman can! I am gonna show the Golden Army that Johnny Goldman isback to his best! I am gonna show! That all that Glitters!....

Goldman takes a second as his mind wanders...

Zach: Johnny?

JG: ..Oh, sorry... all that glitters is Goldman!

Goldman stares at himself in the mirror as he continues to wrap his hands....

Match 1
Johnny Goldman v Jerome Dubois

RJ: Singles action up first here on Lockdown...

MW: Both of these men coming off losses from Betrayal, so will look to kick off this bumper build up to Survival with a win.

RJ: Goldman and Corchia lost out to Dopant Zero in their pursuit of the tag team titles.

MW: Whilst Dubois lost out to Kuinishi in the opening match of the night.

“Mind Eraser” blares out over the speakers and the crowd descend into loud boos as Jerome Dubois confidently walks out onto the stage. He walks down to the ring, trashing talking the fans as he goes. Dubois climbs up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope.

MW: Dubois has not had the best of times in 6WF since his return, he must be hoping he can revive his fortunes tonight.

“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 staring across at Dubois.

RJ: Both of these men came over to Lockdown when Ascension was closed down, Goldman has certainly started off better than Dubs.

MW: Dubois is an experienced competitor, he just needs that one win to kick-start some momentum.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Goldman and Dubois lock-up, Dubois drives Goldman back towards the corner where he quickly fires off a series of stiff knife-edge chops into the chest. Goldman responds with a right hook to the chin and Dubois staggers back. Goldman continues firing in the punches, backing Dubois into the ropes.

Goldman whips him out across the ring, then nails a leaping high knee on the rebound. Dubois stumbles up to his feet and walks straight into a big spinebuster, Goldman hooks the leg.

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

Dubois gets the shoulder up, Goldman quickly places him into an armbar hold. Dubois slowly gets to his feet and Goldman throws him down with an arm drag. Dubois gets to his feet, Goldman ducks his head for a back body drop only for Dubois to boot him hard in the face.

Goldman stumbles around, he walks into a scoop slam from Dubois who then bounces off the ropes and nails an elbow drop. He makes the cover.

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

RJ: Even beginning to this match-up!

Jerome Dubois stands over Goldman waiting for him to rise, he then boots him in the stomach and goes for a DDT but Goldman counters with a Northern Lights suplex. Dubois gets to his feet and Goldman knocks him down to the canvas with a running clothesline. Cover.

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

Dubois drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Goldman gets to his feet and hits a couple of elbows into the face. He then stands waiting for Dubois to rise, he hits a boot to the stomach and then runs the ropes hitting a spinning neckbreaker. Goldman sprints in and hits a huge knee to the head. Cover.

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

RJ: Very impressive stuff from Johnny Goldman at present.

MW: Maybe he’s better off without a tag team partner?

Goldman drags Dubois up to a vertical base where he quickly fires in a series of European Uppercuts into the chin. Dubois falls back into the ropes, Goldman then whips him out across the ring and then bounces off the opposite ropes, nailing a big crossbody block! He covers again.

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

Dubois kicks out, Goldman hauls him up and then whips hard into the corner. Goldman hits a couple of punches before lifting Dubois to the top rope, Goldman then follows him up there...

RJ: Not looking good for Dubois...

Goldman sets up for a superplex but Dubois blocks, he then fires in a flurry of punches and Goldman is unsteady. Dubois frees one of his legs and boots Goldman down from the top rope to the mat. He then steadies himself on the top rope, Goldman rises...

MW: Flying dropkick!

RJ: Dubois certainly needed that show of fight there, Goldman was starting to dominate the contest.

Goldman rolls up to his feet and walks straight into a snap powerslam from Dubois, he hooks the leg.

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

Dubois waits for Goldman to rise, he then fires away some punches into the stomach before lifting the former CWA champion into the air and drilling him to the canvas with the Au Revoir(Sit-out side slam). He covers.

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

Goldman again kicks out. Dubois drags up him, he hits a DDT and then goes to apply a single leg boston crab but is booted away into the corner by Goldman. He kips to his feet, Dubois staggers forward from the corner and Goldman delivers a crunching spear! He hooks the leg.

RJ: Great counter from Goldman!

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

Goldman retreats back to the corner, waiting for Dubois to rise before lining up the sole searcher, Dubois ducks under the big boot. Goldman spins around, Dubois boots him in the stomach...

MW: CULTURE SHOCK!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Dubois gets the win!

MW: Great contest to start off Lockdown, and a great win to really start off Dubois’ 2013.

Alex Walker is shown backstage in his office, sat watching a tape of the end of Betrayal. He shakes his head at the altercation between himself and Danny McGraw as the door to his office swings open. Walker looks up to see Danny McGraw looking less than impressed...

AW: I guess it was only a matter of time, Danny. Come in why don't you.

McGraw pushes the door to as Walker steps out from behind his desk....

DM: I bet you're awfully pleased with yourself, Alex. Showing me up publicly. Foiling my plans, no doubt ratting me out to the board, preaching how you're a changed man and that i've lost it...

AW: That's all you're concerned about, isn't it? You don't care about your actions, your worried about having to suffer the repurcussions! You can't take responsibility for your own screw ups....

DM: You stuck your nose in my business...

AW: This isn't your business! This is our business, you don't answer to yourself, like me, you answer to the board...

Walker moves round and the two men go face to face....

DM: And i bet you loved every second of it, didn't you? Telling them what a liability i am?

AW: Cause that's what i'm all about isn't it, Danny? I want this for myself? Go on, tell me this is all about 6CW? Dig up my past again....go on!

DM: Well why else are you here? Why are you interfering? What are you trying to acheive, Alex? Pretending your some sort of holier than thou, butter wouldn't melt, man of the people...

AW: I'm doing my job!

DM: Your job is to book matches. Not stick your nose in and interfering in mine.

AW: You had no right....

DM: I HAD EVERY RIGHT! THIS IS MY COMPANY!

McGraw shouts in the face of Walker who backs off....

DM: I had a plan, i wanted things doing and i wanted to get it done. It's no concern of yours.

AW: It's every concern of mine. You think you're above me but your not. You think i didn't see it coming? You think i didn't know your game? That you would try and screw Leone, Patricks and Cobra...I WROTE THE DAMN RULEBOOK ON SCREWJOBS! I'M THE KING OF THE SCREWJOB....

Walker gets right in the face of McGraw and the two men share a tense staredown...

AW: I brought a 6CW to it's damn knees. I had it's pitiful little heart in the palm of my hands, all set to crush it. You can't tell me shit, Danny. You can't pull the wool over my eyes, i know this business in and out, just like you. You have nobody to blame but your damn self....

Walker walks away....

DM: So what now....

AW: What?

DM: The repurcussions, Alex, what's my punishment....

AW: There isn't one...

McGraw looks surprised....

DM: Oh come on, you had every chance to sell me out, why didn't you?

AW: I didn't need to sell you out, Danny. The board, the fans, the roster, they all saw. I didn't need to sell you down the river. What i did do, was explain to the board that this was an isolated incident, that the pressure of my presence here tipped you over the edge and you wanted to make a statement, after having everything you worked for taken from you. I may not like you, Danny, and i'm damn sure the feeling is mutual, but bottom line, we have to work together, and you've got enough shit coming your way without me watching you hung out to dry...

DM: What are you talking about?

AW: You've got a bunch of pissed of ref's out there. 2 refs and a ring announcer assaulted at the hands of The Saint. A man who constantly blames you for his predicament, not to mention Chris Patricks and his constant accusations. You need to get your house in order, Danny, cause whilst we may be working in this together, i'll be damned if i have to walk behind you, sweeping up the debris, now get out of my sight...

Walker dismisses McGraw who leaves out the door as Walker sits back in his chair...

AW: You'll learn some day, Danny!

(We cut to an unknown location where a man with his head bowed is chained by his wrists. He appears to be unconscious. The camera focuses in on the mans wrists which are heavily scarred and it is obvious he strained against the wrist buckles. A voice speaks in a calm and assertive manner)

???: No more shall the prophet hold him down. For he is now free. Do you understand? Well do you!

(A slapping sound is heard and the camera pans out to reveal a hooded figure whipping the chained man with a belt across his bare back)

This week you will stay here, stay chained up just as the prophet made him stay.

We hope you enjoy yourself

(The voice fades away before being replaced by a deep laugh. The camera then slowly pans out before finishing looking into the eye of an unknown face. Inside the pupil is the chained man, blood can be seen trickling down the man. The eye blinks revealing the screaming face of Chaos)

Match 2
Kuinshi v Lukas Takeo

RJ: Further singles action here next from the LG Arena...

MW: A real mismatch here in terms of size and power, as Kuinishi squares off against the monstrous Lukas Takeo.

RJ: Wasn’t so monstrous this past Sunday when Vortex defeated him and then branded him with rupture post match!

MW: That was disgusting, the sort of act you normally moan about RJ!

RJ: Kuinishi had more success, defeating Jerome Dubois in the opener of Betrayal.

“Lord of the winter snow” hits and the Birmingham crowd give Kuinishi a good reception as he walks out onto the stage. He swiftly strides down the ramp, cracking his knuckles. He slides under the bottom rope...

MW: Like you mentioned RJ, a big win at Betrayal for Kuinishi. Dubois is a tough competitor, it should do him the world of good.

“From Yesterday” blares out and the crowd descend into boos as Lukas Takeo walks out onto the ramp, his head bowed and a towel covering his head. He walks slowly, methodically down to the ring. He steps over the top rope at which point he lifts his head to remove the towel and the branding of Rupture is evident across his chest.

RJ: Since his debut in 6WF, Lukas Takeo has been on a destructive path, he was almost a one man wrecking ball...until Sunday!

MW: Vortex’s show of power was scary, hitting the Rupture no less than 4 times on Takeo.

RJ: Which has led to the branding on his chest of the word Rupture, you have to wonder how he will respond....

MW: I’ve got to be honest, I wouldn’t want to be in the way of Takeo tonight!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Kuinishi goes in for the lock-up cautiously, Takeo brutally shoves him down into the mat. Kuinishi gets to his feet and goes in for the lock-up once more, only for Takeo to shove him back into the corner. Takeo goes for a clothesline but Kuinishi moves away from the corner and quickly pummels at the stomach of Takeo with body punches. Kuinishi follows up with a monkey flip, he sprints over to cover.

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

RJ: Strong kick out from Takeo...

MW: He really isn’t in the mood to be messed with tonight.

Takeo gets to his feet, Kuinishi runs in at him but Takeo flattens him with a big clothesline. Kuinishi rolls up to his feet and Takeo puts even more force into the 2nd clothesline, flipping Kuinishi over in mid-air. He covers.

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

Takeo hauls Kuinishi to his feet, he drives a knee into the stomach and then starts pummeling away on Kuinishi’s back. He then flips Kuinishi onto his shoulders before delivering a huge sit-out powerbomb! Takeo makes the pin attempt.

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

RJ: You can’t help but notice that branding on the chest of Takeo, Vortex scored a huge victory being able to do that.

MW: It will just make Takeo more angry and more dangerous RJ, I feel Kuinishi may well be the first victim of the real era of darkness.

Takeo drags Kuinishi up to his feet, he locks in a sleeper hold but Kuinishi counters with a jawbreaker. He has to hit a 2nd jawbreaker for Takeo to release, he then snapmares Takeo into the mat. Kuinishi bounces off the ropes and nails a dropkick to the face. He quickly covers.

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

Kuinishi gets to his feet, he waits for Takeo to rise. He hits a dropkick but it only succeeds in knocking the big man back slightly. He hits a 2nd dropkick, this time to the knee. Takeo falls to one leg, Kuinishi bounces off the ropes hitting a legdrop bulldog. He hooks the leg.

RJ: That is what Kuinishi will have to do tonight, use his speed to keep away from Takeo.

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

Takeo gets the shoulder up once more, Kuinishi drags him to his feet and fires off a series of Muay Thai elbows that knock Takeo back slightly. Takeo then responds with a headbutt, Kuinishi continues with the elbows...

MW: A slug fest with Takeo? How stupid have you got to be to do that?

RJ: And there we have it! Huge punch from Takeo!

Takeo sends Kuinishi crashing to the mat with a huge left hook. He drags up Kuinishi, puts him over his shoulders then nails a snake eyes in the corner. Takeo then sprints in hitting a spear on a groggy Kuinishi. Cover.

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

Takeo drags up Kuinishi, he goes for a chokeslam but Kuinishi fights out. He then bounces off the ropes, hitting a Lou Thesz Press. He pummels away at the head of Takeo, before then targetting the chest area where he was branded. Takeo yells in pain, Kuinishi rolls away.

Takeo gets to his feet, Kuinishi runs in and goes for a rotating DDT but Takeo shoves him away. Kuinishi runs back in, Takeo hauls him onto his shoulders...

MW: Samoan drop!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Just like that, it is over!

RJ: A brave display from kuinishi but Takeo’s power was just too much in the end.

MW: I don’t envy whoever has to face Takeo next. He is one pissed off man!

The Saint is shown storming through the corridors of the LG Arena, his eye's bloodshot and his face thunderous. He spots the cameraman filming him and he immediately storms over. Forcing the camera to focus on him.

The Saint: Do you see this 6WF? Can you see me clearly?! Can you hear me clearly?! I hope so, because you're about to be given a dose of the cold hard truth!

I'm pretty sure you all witnessed what happened at Betrayal? The shocking climax, months of pent up anger, frustration, pure unrivalled emotion spilling out into the public vacuum. 'Innocents' fell into the firing line supposedly, nobody was safe, so they say. A travesty that a professional should be able to attack staff that easily...

Well, 6WF, I tell you what the real travesty was. The real travesty, the real miscarriage of justice was once again 6WF screwing The Saint out of what he outright deserved. The boards prized yes man was brutalised, beaten to within an inch of his pathetic existence... I promised TGA that I would maim him, leave him motionless as I stood over him and I delivered. I made a statement, a statement epically proclaiming that I am the best thing on this whole roster. I delivered. TGA was left in a sorry, immobile heap at my hand. Never have I seen a 'champion' look so sorry, so defenceless, so... So helpless as I did Sunday.

He betrayed everything a champion is supposed to be. So much so, that he couldn't even walk out of the arena... He had to be assisted out, just like the other 'innocents'. Except they weren't innocent, they were all in on it. The three referee's, each one as calculatedly inept as the other, all briefed to prevent my inevitable win by any means. Then, Mike Bird...

You see, I'd have come out there tonight to address you all in that ring, but there'd be nobody there to announce my arrival. Yes, Mike Bird was in on it too. I saw his face when he revealed the incorrect outcome of the match, the unadulterated glee, the relief, the pride he was ready to show that him and his cohorts and achieved a job well done for their baying masters!

Pure and simple, I was screwed, just so the fat, unhealthy virgins that preside over this company can receive their bonuses for the month! TGA doesn't deserve the title of champion, because I could still be pinning him now and he wouldn't kick out! And it's refreshing that he actually can acknowledge his insignificance, KNOW that he doesn't deserve to be a World Champion...

But that doesn't change the fact that he is STILL champion. And it's that fact, that one thing, that makes my blood boil. The fact is, I should be Champion, but I'm not, TGA shouldn't be champion... But he is! And I'm growing tired, I'm getting pissed off that the true talent is suffering! I'll hit anybody with a Divine Intervention if I suspect they're in on this conspiracy, I'll smite anybody who stands in my way, irrespective of who you are.

I'm sick and I'm tired of being restrained, held back, unfairly victimised by decrepit tyrants who are just afraid of the consequences of giving me the ball to run with. They're afraid of credibility, they're petrified of the real! They can't handle the fact that someone that will tell it like it is, someone who is so damn dominant is literally within whiskers of getting his hands on one of their prized assets, so instead, they entrust nonsensical supermen like TGA and Keith Leone to keep their cash cow ripe for the picking.

Well I say no more! It HAS to end, it NEEDS to end! I'm standing up and spitting in the face of the collective in favour for the real! TGA, it's good that you'll be ringside this week, because you get to relive the torment, the pain, the mauling you received at Betrayal.

Somebody needs to pay for the miscarriage of justice that went down on Sunday, and it seems that the board have elected Lex Hart as the unfortunate soul that will feel the full force of my animosity. And I've heard what you've had to say Lex, the taunts, the wisecracks, you think it's wise waving the red rag in front of an already irate bull? Do you really think I'm going to let you get away with it? You're not being clever Lex, you're not trash talking, you're just showing all the signs and symptoms of idiocy.

You might think you're ready, what with your clashes with Logan and Cassius, but you couldn't be further from the truth, they might both be delusional nut jobs, but neither of them are the victim of a crusade like I am. None of them are as pissed off, and dangerous as I am. At the end of the day Lex Hart, you've bitten off more than you can chew with me. Because, somebody has to suffer, someone needs to be made an example of and it's you in my firing line.

Somebody is getting hurt at Lockdown. Simple as.

The Saint looks into the camera one last time, before storming away.

The camera zooms in down the backstage corridors and focuses on Mr Kenty and Nay Bother talking away. We soon pick up what they're saying.

Kenty: It was an amazing match.....

Nay: Absolutely brutal. I am not sure how I got to the end.

Kenty: With grit and determination.....the trademarks of my tenure as champion. Now the belt passes onto you.

Nay: You want it back though I bet?

Kenty: Oh sure, I hate your guts right now!

The two men laugh before Kenty speaks again.

Kenty: You did well. Truthfully. You won the match fair and square. Of course I am disappointed. But it just a new chapter for me. Just the same as it is with you.

Nay: Thanks for dealing with Scorpion.

Kenty: Well THAT was the highlight of my evening!

The two men laugh again, just as Max Adamson and Clarissa come into shot.

Max: Well I am glad you guys are laughing now. Remember that feeling when I take what's mine.

Nay turns to Max and smiles.

Nay: What's that then Max? A personality?

Max: Oh Mr Faith does jokes as well as ripping people off in matches! A man of many talents. That's just peachy.

Kenty shakes his head and looks at Adamson

Kenty: What do you want Max?

Max: Well I am sorry if I was interrupting your little gay time. So I will come straight to the point. During that fateful match at Betrayal, I got pinned cheap. So cheap it was practically a two for one deal. That's the only reason you won Nay Bother.....otherwise you would have been "Whydoi" Bother!

Clarissa sarcastically does bunny ear quotes as Max calls Nay his new nickname.

Max: And for as for you Mr Kenty Kenty.....it was a good job you lost. It saved you a hell of a lot of pain in the future. You see Nay, your friendly chum here has just passed to you a poisoned chalice. And I will be looking to take it off you very soon.

Nay and Kenty both stand up to Max but he backs away.

Max: Sorry guys, I am not interested in a little Ménage à trois. You go back to your little laugh a minute convo. Later homo's....

Max and Clarissa walk off smiling as Nay and Kenty watch them go.

Match 3
James McManus v Kenji Hidari

RJ: More singles action as this action-packed edition of Lockdown really kicks into full flow.

MW: What a Pay Per View James McManus had, first he defeated Chaos to win the N01 contendership to the European Title.

RJ: Then he made his presence felt in that title match, fighting off Team Japan who ambushed The Fanatic...only for McManus to then nail Fanatic with the title belt!

MW: McManus finally showing some ambition, showing some balls and it should make for a very interesting feud with The Fanatic.

RJ: But first task for McManus is to defeat the man who Fanatic saw off at Betrayal, Kenji Hidari.

“The essence” hits and the crowd boo as Kenji Hidari walks out onto the stage, he is looking supremely focused as he sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the apron and then steps in through the middle rope.

MW: Hidari looks up for it tonight, clearly feels that N01 contender slot belongs to him.

RJ: Hardly, how many shots should he get at The Fanatic? McManus earned the right to be N01 contender!

“Sad but true” blasts out over the speakers and the booing goes up a level as James McManus strides out, he has a grin on his face, laughing at the booing Birmingham crowd. He walks down the ramp before stepping through the middle rope and staring down at Hidari.

RJ: McManus doesn’t seem overly concerned by this reaction...

MW: Why should he? He is stepping out by himself for the first time, no distractions, he needs no support. He just needs to get the job done.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off, Hidari and McManus lock-up. McManus is placed into a side headlock by Hidari but he quickly counters with a belly to back suplex. Hidari rolls up to his feet, McManus launches Kenji into the ropes and hits a running knee trembler to the gut, flipping Hidari over. McManus covers.

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

McManus gets to his feet and quickly stomps away on the head of Hidari who rolls away into the corner. McManus continues stomping away on the head and throat of the former European Champion until the referee steps in to break things up.

MW: I love this new side to McManus, unrelenting and brutal! It’s fantastic to see!

McManus waits for Hidari to rise before running in and hitting a clothesline, he then drags Kenji forward and hits a snap suplex.

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

McManus stands waiting for Hidari to rise, he puts the former European Champion onto his shoulders for a powerslam but Hidari drops down the back and nails a German suplex. McManus staggers up to his feet, Hidari boots him in the stomach and then nails an Island driver! Cover.

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

RJ: Hidari was desperate to win back that European Title, the division is really hotting up isn’t it Michael?

MW: Certainly is RJ, there are some fantastic competitors in there but to beat The Fanatic, they will also have to be able to withstand a beating.

Hidari gets to his feet and immediately looks to get back on the offensive, stomping away on the stomach of McManus. He places him into a seated abdominal stretch, but McManus is quickly up to his feet and manages to fight his way out of the submission move.

McManus then runs off the ropes only for Hidari to meet him with a big belly to belly suplex. McManus staggers to his feet, he walks straight into a Tornado kick from Hidari!

RJ: Hidari highlighting his tremendous athletic ability here tonight.

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

McManus forces the shoulder up. Kenji drags him up to his feet and fires in a series of spinning chops to the head, McManus is then shoved back into the corner by Kenji who then sprints in hitting a leaping double knee to the face. McManus slumps down, Kenji goes up top...

RJ: Moonsault!

MW: No ‘Arj, Epic Moonsault!

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

McManus again kicks out, Hidari lifts him up and sets up for a brain-buster but McManus counters with a knee into the stomach. Kenji keels over and McManus nails a powerbomb! Cover.

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

McManus gets to his feet and he mocks the fans as he waits impatiently for Hidari to rise. When the japanese star gets to his feet, McManus whips him into the ropes and nails a spinebuster on the rebound. Hidari stumbles up, knee to the gut...

MW: Powerslam!

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

Hidari forces the shoulder up, McManus goes to lock in the british figure four leg-lock that did for Chaos at Betrayal but Hidari manages to fight his way out of the hold. McManus gets to his feet, attempts a clothesline that Hidari ducks before hitting another Tornado Kick! He covers.

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

McManus drives the shoulder up, Hidari drags him to his feet...

RJ: GENSHIN!

MW: Countered!

McManus drops down the back, Hidari spins around and McManus boots him in the gut...

RJ: MK II ULTRA!

MW: That will do the job nicely.

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match, McManus gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the ref, the crowd boo loudly as McManus.

RJ: Big win for McManus here tonight.

MW: Very impressive display from James McManus, a match with Fanatic should be a great contest.

“It’s an omen” screeches out through the speakers...

RJ: What does Chaos want?!

Suddenly the music scrambles, the lights in the LG arena go down and then a sole white light flashes up past the titantron, similar to the last Lockdown. Footsteps are heard on the ramp but as the lights come back-up, no-one is there to be seen.

MW: What the hell is going on?!

RJ: I don’t know Mike, I don’t think McManus knows, I don’t think Chaos knows!

McManus is about to leave when The Fanatic strides onto the stage, holding up the title and staring down at McManus.

Abe Abercorn is standing by a wall backstage doing some stretches and exercises. Suddenly Dopant Zero rush past and barge into Abe.

Nogami: Out of our way old man!

Abe straightens himself up and steps in the way of the tag team.

Yagurama: Did you not hear us old man?! Are your hearing aids not working?!

Nogami: Or are you just dumb?!

Abercorn clenches his fists but does not act on the comments. Instead he smiles sarcastically and starts to speak.

Abe: Well some people here sure do have a over inflated opinion of themselves!

Nogami: We are not "some people" old man! We are the tag team champions of 6WF. The best damn tag team in the business.

Yagurama: Period!

Abercorn stays amazingly calm before addressing Dopant Zero again.

Abe: I really hate doing this but......do you know who I am?

Dopant Zero laugh at each other.

Yagurama: You are an old man. A man in our way. Another name on the roster we have to show our dominance to.

Nogami: Would you like us to show you right now Mr Abercorn?!

Abe looks down at the floor and shakes his head.

Abercorn: You know what.....you boys aren't worth it. Enjoy your evening.

Abercorn steps aside and Dopant Zero walk off. He watches them go, before tutting under his breath. He looks up to the ceiling, takes a deep breath and then resumes his exercises.

As the camera pans to the left of Abercorn, we see Vortex standing unseen behind him. He looks seriously angry. Then, without warning, he slams his fist through the wall before striding off. Abercorn hears the noise from the blow and peers behind him to see what made it. All he can see is an empty corridor and one of the double doors swinging violently on its hinges.

Scorpion enters the arena in his street clothes with a bitter expression on his face. Scorpion then looks around the backstage area until his eyes settle on the camera.



Scorpion: You… are you filming this?



Cameraman: (With a trembling voice) Yes… yes sir.



Scorpion: Good, because I’ve got a lot to get off my chest. First of all, I stand before you all today missing something, oh that’s right, my FreeWeight Title belt, you know, that one that was stolen from me. That’s right, it was stolen, not once but twice at Betrayal! I was the best in that Chamber clearly, but the other guys in that match were scared of me. They knew they had to get rid of me early to stand a chance themselves, and it took both Kenty and Adamson to finally take me down, which frankly were the actions of cowards on both of their parts.



But it didn’t stop there did it? I went back to my locker room and had to watch that pathetic excuse for a match to reach its conclusion without me, and I even endured briefly watching Cameron Faith celebrate as FreeWeight Champion, and frankly his lack of ability drove me to go down and cash in my title shot. I was trying to do all of these 6WF fans a favour when I went to the ring to cash in that shot, I was trying to give you all a true and worthy champion, a champion you could be proud of. But then someone stuck his nose in my business again, Mr Kenty. Not only did you need help earlier to take me down, you then were to gutless to fight me fairly and instead smashed me in the head with a steel chair, which could have caused severe damage to my mental health.



You are a coward and cheat Kenty, but not to worry, what goes around comes around. Tonight in the triple threat match, Mike Hill is obsolete, another old man trying to cut it in a young man’s world. No, tonight it’s you and me, and I’m going to show these people what a real beating looks like, when I make you look like the punk kid you really are. You’ve started a war you can’t finish Kenty, and when the dust is settled, I will be standing tall and back on my way to achieving my destiny, and you’ll just be another name in the annals of forgotten 6WF superstars.



Scorpion snarls into the camera before then walking off down the corridor as the camera cuts away

Match 4
Vortex & Abe Abercorn v Dopant Zero

RJ: First tag team action of the evening up next here on Lockdown!

MW: A match-up that I am very much looking forward to RJ, I have to say. One “proper” tag team facing off against two of 6WF’s top talents.

RJ: Abe Abercorn and Vortex are on different ends of the spectrum in terms of experience, and they certainly make for an interesting tag team combination.

MW: They face a tough test though up against Dopant Zero, of Team Japan.

“Breathe” roars out through the speakers and the crowd give a mixed reception as Vortex walks out onto the stage amidst a plume of green smoke. He strides down the ramp, he climbs up the steel steps and through the middle rope.

RJ: Whilst the fans still seem divided in their views of Vortex, I think some more would have warmed to him after the display he put in at Betrayal.

MW: That was unbelievable from Vortex, no-one has dominated Takeo like that.

“Carry on wayward son” blazes out and the crowd are certainly united in their cheers for the arrival of 6WF Veteran Abe Abercorn. The Northern Irishman walks out onto the stage, he nods to the fans before striding down the ramp tagging the fans hands. Abe slides into the ring.

MW: Abe was the first man eliminated in the huge Elimination Chamber match at Betrayal so he should be fresh for this one.

RJ: A match that was never really suited to Abe’s style.

“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.

RJ: Dopant Zero retained the tag team titles at Betrayal, defeating Johnny Goldman and Zach Corchia.

MW: Another very impressive win for some of the most dominant tag team champions we have ever seen.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Abe Abercorn starts the match off, he locks up with Tsukasa Yagurama. Yagurama forces Abercorn backwards into the ropes. He whips Abe firmly into the ropes, on the rebound he connects with a belly to belly suplex. Abe rolls up, Yagurama sends him straight back to the mat with a spinebuster. Cover.

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

RJ: Yagurama certainly possesses fantastic power!

Abercorn is dragged to his feet by Yagurama, he goes for a Japanase Thunder bomb but Abe drops down the back, he rolls up the tag team champion.

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

Yagurama powers out of the pinfall predicament, both men leap to their feet but Abe is quickest, knocking Yagurama down to the canvas with a lariat. Abe places him into an armbar and then drags him towards the corner, where he tags in Vortex. He goes to the top rope, diving off hitting a stomp onto the right shoulder. Vortex covers.

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

MW: You say that Yagurama has fantastic power, let’s see how he matches up to the man who dominated Lukas Takeo.

Vortex drags up Yagurama and fires off a series of headbutts on the Japanese wrestler. Yagurama fires back with a couple of swinging punches, Vortex manages to duck another punch and hits an atomic drop. Vortex then lifts up Yagurama, drilling him to the canvas with a side slam. Cover.

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

Vortex gets to his feet and quickly clambers on to Yagurama, before flying away with a flurry of huge punches into the face. The ref forces him to release, Vortex then hauls up Yagurama and boots him in the stomach. He puts him in position for a powerbomb but Yagurama counters with a back body drop.

Vortex stumbles up to his feet, Yagurama boots him in the stomach and then hauls Vortex into the air hitting a Japanese Stampede Shoulderbreaker! He hooks the leg.

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

Yagurama hauls up Vortex and whips him firmly into the corner. Yagurama makes the tag to his partner, Kenzaki Nogami. Yagurama runs in hitting a big splash, Nogami then runs in and hits a running kick to the face. Vortex falls forward, Nogami bounces off the ropes hitting a flash kick!

RJ: Great combination work there from the champions.

MW: This is one position Vortex would not want to be caught in.

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

Nogami gets to his feet, he waits for Vortex to rise before whipping him towards the ropes. Nogami follows in and hits a shining wizard on Vortex up against the ropes. He slumps down and Nogami goes to the outside, he steadies himself and as Vortex rises, he leaps in and nails a springboard missile dropkick. Cover.

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

Nogami makes the tag to his tag partner, Yagurama steps in and lifts Vortex up to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and then nails a wheelbarrow suplex on the rebound. Yagurama retreats to the corner, Vortex stumbles up to his feet and Yagurama sprints in nailing a big spear!

MW: What impact!

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

Yagurama lifts up Vortex, he hits a running powerslam. Nogami then climbs onto the top rope before flying off the top rope, connecting with a moonsault! Nogami rolls out before Abercorn can get into the ring. Yagurama covers again.

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

Vortex again kicks out, Yagurama goes to the top rope and goes for a springboard imploding body splash...

RJ: Vortex moves!

Yagurama gets to his feet, he is clutching at his abdomen and Vortex drags up the big man and then hits a Samoan drop. Both men are down...

MW: Double tag!

RJ: Here comes Abercorn!

Abe runs in, he ducks under a clothesline and hits Nogami with a leaping leg lariat. Nogami gets to his feet groggily, Abe boots him in the stomach and hits a vertical DDT! Cover.

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

Abe stands waiting for Nogami to rise, he then puts him onto his shoulders and hits an airplane spin. He drops Nogami down, he stumbles into the corner where Abe reels off a series of knife-edge chops.

Nogami walks forward, boot to the gut...

MW:DVD!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: What a win for Abercorn and Vortex!

MW: I did not see that one coming!

RJ: Abe and Vortex pin the 6WF Tag Team champions!

MW: Ladies and Gents, what a show so far, and some seriously good match ups behind us...

RJ: And still more to come, up next we have.....uh no...

MW: Oh yes!

DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS PROGRAMME, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

'Edgecrusher' by Fear Factory hits as if the signal to boo as the crowd show their hatred towards the top of the ramp as Logan Kincade steps out with a snarl carved into his war painted face. He has his Hardcore title firmly around his waist where it has been for over 7 months.

MW: Mr Hardcore is here. The show can finally begin!

RJ: Logan must be in a very good mood, following his win over Crime Lord.

MW: Impressive win I think you meant to say Arj, This wasn't any win, it was a win over a former 6WF Champion, possibly the greatest 6WF Champion this fed has seen....so far

RJ: Let me guess? Until Logan gets his hands on the world title?

MW: Exactly!

Logan strolls down the ramp glaring at fans as they shout abuse his way. He reaches the ring when he stops and walks around to the commentators desk. Michael Wire hands Logan a specially made 6WF Hardcore Microphone which causes the fans to boo even louder.

LK: Hahahahahahahahahahaha You people are so predictable that it is laughable. If Crunchy or Squishy or whatever Uryu is calling himself these days did it you people would have cheered because as much as you people can try and deny it. This place is a mother fucking popularity contest.

Look at the 6WF World title scene.... Marshall Murdoch? Cobra? Chris Patricks? Have any of these held the most brutal and dangerous title this or any company has ever dreamed up!?

Crowd: YOU SUCK!

LK: I will help you simpletons answer this exceedingly easy question.

NO!

Crowd: YES!

LK: No...

Crowd: YES!

LK: NO! The answer is no! None of these wannabes have even gotten near my level in the last..... fuck it, EVER! None of these fools, none of these has been's and never were's are fit to lick my boots.

Just look at Betrayal... I beat... BEAT! The former 6WF World Champion... with ease. After all his insults and big words. He, just like Blue before him.... just didn't have enough for The Kincade hahahaha

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

LK: Yes, boo me, boo me beating a former chant, boo me continuing my rise to the top of the mountain, BOO ME! the Hardcore champ for over 7 months! BOO! ME! Logan Kincade, slayer of dragons! I gave Faith to those who would cry Nay Bother..... hahaha, and now I have brought a crime lord to JUSTICE..... Boo me? You should all be THANKING ME! You are welcome 6WF. You are most welcome.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

LK: Jealousy is understandable, you people don't have dreams that stretch further than hoping the Government don't stop your unwarranted dole payments for the gammy leg you claim to have from a non existent injury that never happened a decade ago.... No jealousy of someone with true aspirations and talent is totally understandable.....but it is not acceptable.

Logan unhooks his hardcore title and raises it high above his head.

LK: I don't have to stand here... and take abuse from such cretins as yourselves.... My skill is so immense the board are too scared to have me on the card tonight, but they can't stop me doing as I please......

Logan shoulder his Hardcore title

LK: .... I am the goddamn Hardcore Champion

Edgecrusher blasts out of the speakers as the crowds noise level his a new high as Logan laughs as he walks up the ramp

MW: What a champion! Bravo!

RJ: Sit down idiot.

MW: As Logan said, You people are jealous of him! It's really pathetic and the board and Mr McGraw need to realize the super star they have at their disposal. They need to stop insulting Logan with matches against nobodies

RJ: Nobodies?! He just had a match against one of the greatest ever!

MW: Old news RJ. Old news.

RJ: You need your head examining Michael, we will return after there messages folks.

RJ: Folks, what a show we’ve had so far…

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

MW: Oh no….

RJ: It’s your favourite man of the moment…..

Mad Dog Coll by Rory and The Islanders hits and the crowd cheer loudly as Finlay dressed in a shirt and slacks comes through the curtain, he lifts his staff above his head to acknowledge the crowd and makes his way down the ramp and into the ring clearly limping up the steps. He looks in a pretty good mood as he smiles and plays to the crowd. The Ring announcer slides a chair into Finlay and he sets it up before sitting down.

Finlay: It's absolutely fantastic to be in the ring here tonight with some of the best fans in the world!! I've spent the last few days touring all around Ireland and the UK spreading the bible of 6WF and let me tell you I was glued to the screen for Betrayal, and by god it didn't disappoint. However, i'm not here tonight to talk about the PPV or what i've been doing for the last few days, i'm here because I have a bone to pick with a certain member of the 6WF staff and I figure what better time to do it than right here in front of everyone.

Finlay stands up and folds up his chair, he stands in the centre of the ring looking around at the crowd, they get to there feet chanting ' Let's go Finaly, let's go Finlay'. He laughs before pounding his chest twice and pointing his arm at the announce table with a broad smile on his face.

Finlay : BANG BANG Shotgun Mikey my boy, it's the time we have a little talk !!

RJ : Mike I think you could be in abit of trouble with the Mad Dog here, all your trash talk could be about to get you binned by the Irishman !!

MW: He hasn't got a contract RJ, if he touches me I'll sue him for everything he owns and have him put in jail once and for all !!

Finlay slides out of the ring gingerly with the chair still in hand and walks over towards the announce table, towering over Michael Wire who jumps out of his seat pleading with the Irishman, Finlay lifts the chair over his head and brings it crashing down on the announce table inces away from Wire who jumps back towards the barricade. Finlay is laughing at the squirming announcer. He lifts the chair again but before he brings it down on top off Wire he stops and fixes the chair on the ground before sitting on it, across from Wire and offering his hand for the announcer to sit back down in his seat. Finlay is still laughing as the crowd mock the frightened Wire.

Finlay: Come on Mike, can ya not see the funny side, sit down, let's talk our issues through !! You've got plenty to say behind my back but i'm here now and i'm willing to listen to your opinion.

Wire's terror turns to anger and he sneers at Finlay.

MW: You want to know what I think Finlay, I'll tell you what I think. I think you're an alcoholic, washed up has been who never deserved a place in the Hall of Fame and the sooner someone kicks your ass back into retirement and back onto a bar stool the better for everyone !!

The Crowd boo's Wire and he laps it up taking of his jacket and soaking in the cat calls and whistles with a cocky smile.

Finlay: I appreciate your honesty Mike, but ya see I don't agree with it all. Firstly I'm not an alcoholic, i'm a recovering alcoholic, just like you'll be recovering from an ass kicking as soon as I sign on the dotted line. Secondly, I'm not a has been, again as I'll gladly let you discover if you have the balls to. Thirdly, maybe I don't deserve my place in the Hall of Fame but i'm sure as hell proud of it and if anyone doubts me now i'll sure as hell try prove them wrong over the next weeks and months, and lastly Mike, there sure as hell ain't anybody kicking me back into retirement or on to a bar stool anytime soon, cos Mike ya know what.... I'm Finlaaaaaaaaaaay and I looooooove to Fight

Finlay gets up quickly out of his seat and Mike jumps backwards sending his seat flying and ending up on his ass. Finlay laughs and turns away as his music hits and he makes his way out of the arena smiling well a flustered Mike Wire is seen fuming on the titantron.

Match 5

Scorpion vs Mr Kenty vs Mike Hill

MW: Welcome back to Lockdown folks, what a great night of action it has been so far.

RJ: Even more to come, starting with a huge triple threat match up next.

MW: We’ve got Mr Kenty, who is fresh off losing his freeweight title at Elimination Chamber.

RJ: And he is in this match with two others who competed in the chamber, Scorpion and Hill.

MW: Scorpion and Kenty certainly have a few issues, but more on that later.

“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 springboards into the ring.

RJ: Hill was in the final two at the Elimination Chamber, coming so close to winning the freeweight belt for a 2nd time.

MW: He went one risk too far with the Next Big Move off the pod, but that is what Hill does. More often than not, it works.

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 before sliding under the bottom rope.

RJ: Scorpion looking seriously angry tonight!

MW: Can you blame him ‘Arj? He was about to win the freeweight title from Nay, cashing in his title shot, when that idiot Kenty got involved.

“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 MR KENTY.....................KENTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The lights come back and Kenty strolls down the ramp grinning at Scorpion who is visibly seething. Kenty steps into the ring, he points to Scorpion’s empty waist, mocking his lack of title belt.

MW: I hope Scorpion beats the living hell out of Kenty tonight, he had no right to get involved on Sunday.

RJ: He was showing what an outstanding character he is...

MW: He was trying to grab the limelight again!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The match kicks off with Scorpion heading straight in towards Kenty, flailing away with punches. Kenty easily ducks many of the punches before firing back with some of his own. Kenty ducks another wild punch, he then puts Scorpion onto his shoulders and connects with a rolling fireman’s carry slam.

Kenty gets up to his feet only to walk straight into an inverted atomic drop from Mike Hill. Hill then bounces off the ropes, connecting with a spinning heel kick sending Kenty to the mat. He hooks the leg.

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

Hill gets to his feet, he stomps away on Kenty and then when Scorpion gets to his feet, motions him over to join in the beat-down. The two men beat down on Kenty with stomps to loud boos from the Birmingham crowd. Hill steps aside, allowing Scorpion to lift up Kenty and then drill him to the mat with a chokeslam. Cover.

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

RJ: Despite Hill’s strong words about Scorpion pre-match, he seems happy to work with him at this moment.

Scorpion rolls away, Mike Hill drags Kenty up to his feet where he connects with a couple of kicks to the side. Kenty keels over, Hill whips him into the ropes and on the rebound throws him down to the canvas with a bridging belly to belly suplex.

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

Kenty again kicks out, Scorpion and Hill lift up Kenty simultaneously, hitting a double brainbuster.

MW: Even using double team moves!

Kenty staggers to his feet, Scorpion runs in and knocks the former freeweight champion down with a clothesline. Hill then heads up to the top rope, steadying himself before nailing Mike Time. Hill rolls away, allowing Scorpion to make the pin.

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

Scorpion rolls away, Hill then connects with the Hill Walk(Standing shooting star press) he then motions to Scorpion. He bounces off the ropes, lining up the people’s elbow only for Hill to cut him off with a big dropkick!

RJ: Hill has ended the alliance there!

MW: Tremendous tactics from Hill, really showing his experience.

Scorpion rolls up to his feet, he looks at Hill angrily and steams in, Hill side-steps Scorpion then nails a pele kick. Scorpion falls into the ropes, Hill whips him against the ropes before running and nailing a standing tornado DDT! Cover.

Ref: 1...............2.............kick out!

Scorpion drives the shoulder up, Hill waits for him to rise before reeling off a succession of punches that back Scorpion into the ropes. Hill runs in but Scorpion counters, back body dropping him down to the outside.

Scorpion spins around, Kenty is up to his feet and the two men start where they left off, brawling with each other. Kenty gets the advantage with a knee lift, He quickly runs off the ropes to connect with a swinging neckbrekaer. Cover.

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

MW: First bit of real offence for Kenty.

RJ: Scorpion cannot afford for Kenty to build up a head of steam.

Kenty gets to his feet, he salutes the fans who cheer loudly. Kenty then drops a couple of knees into the face, before allowing Scorpion to get to his feet. He connects with an inverted headlock backbreaker, before running off the ropes and connecting with a big boot to the head. Cover.

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

Scorpion kicks out, Kenty hauls him up and fires off a series of European Uppercuts that send Scorpion stumbling back into the corner. Kenty nails another big clothesline, before running off the ropes and hitting a facewash on Scorpion.

Kenty drags Scorpion to his feet, places him across the middle rope...

RJ: We know what is coming next...

MW: SPIKE DDT!

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

The crowd are chanting Kenty’s name as he lifts up Scorpion, he attempts a forward Russian legsweep but Scorpion blocks before hitting a conventional Russian legsweep. Kenty rolls up to his feet and Scorpion knocks him down with a running clothesline. He makes the cover.

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

Scorpion stands waiting for Kenty to rise, when he does he whips him into the ropes before nailing a big spinebuster. Scorpion mocks Kenty before bouncing off the ropes, this time the people’s elbow connects.

RJ: Some real animosity here between these two superstars.

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

Kenty again kicks out, Scorpion stomps away on his viciously before dragging him up to a vertical base, hitting a suplex. Scorpion stands menacingly over Kenty, slowly stepping backwards...

MW: VENOM STING!

RJ: That has to finish it. What a punt to the head.

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

MW: Amazing will power there from Kenty, I have to say.

Scorpion stands waiting for Kenty to rise, he lines up the death stalker but as Kenty gets to his feet, Scorpion goes for his finisher only to be shoved away. Scorpion turns around...

RJ: MIC CHECK! That has to finish it...

MW: ROLL UP! ROLL UP! HILL!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Mike Hill quickly rolls out of the ring, the crowd are in as much shock as Kenty who gets to his feet in frustration.

RJ: Hill stole it from Kenty, like at the Elimination Chamber.

MW: Tremendous nous from Mike Hill, showing all his experience.

RJ: Kenty and this crowd cannot believe it.

MW: What a win for Hill. Out of nowhere.

Finlay is walking backstage, the stage hands are watching Michael Wire fall off his chair as Finlay approaches…

Finlay: Like that did you, guys?

SH: Finlay, you crazy irish bastard! Still up to no good…

Finlay smiles and winks at the stage hand…

Finlay: Always!

He turns round, bumping straight into Scorpion who looks disgusted….

Scorpy: What the hell old man? Don’t you know how to take a shower? Let me guess, you’re the latest has been to join the roster? Did McGraw decide that we needed a court jester to go with the rest of the ass clowns walking round this place! In case you’re wondering who I am, I’m the future of this damn company, and you’d do well to watch where the hell you’re walking….

Scorpion looks round Finlay at the stagehands laughing at the monitor….

Scorpy: Your doing, I assume? Bravo. Picking on a commentator, that’ll get you noticed.

Scorpion turns and walks off as Finlay shakes his head in bemusement….

Finlay: What’s his problem?

SH: Oh that guy? He’s always like that. Thinks’ he’s the best thing walking round here. He’s probably just pissy that someone else gets laughs and attention while he’s walking round like the noose round his neck is tightening. I wouldn’t worry about it.

Finlay watches Scorpion leave before heading off in the opposite direction.

Hero is shown in the skybox looking out into the arena, he's stood facing the ring as the fans underneath gesture to him....

AH: Look at you all.

So blind to the obvious greatness in front of you.
Your just here for the cheap thrills.
The sick, twisted kick you get from watching others suffer.
And I stand here mocking you.
Mocking your evolution.
You claim your voices are here to be heard but your songs they change.
You cheer for the cool cats.
The lavish entrances.
The explosive displays.
You fail to see its nothing but a pander, a hook on with you flap mercilessly.
And you Geoff, you're the hook.
Your the new found flavour of the month.
The bees knees.
The Hero of the hour.
My hour, Geoff.
My hour.

Your act of kindness may have all them fooled.
But I...don't...buy...it.
You Geoff, you are just as self asbsorbed as the others.
Wrapped in a blanked of cheers and adulation.
But that will fade.
The rejects will see.
They will turn on you.
Like they turned on me.
And then Geoff, you'll see just how much the Anti-Hero, can up the Ante.

Hero smiles to himself, looking down at the crowd before heading out of the skybox.

Match 6

Nay Bother vs Max Adamson

RJ: We return to singles action up next, and two more men who were involved in the 6WF Freeweight Title match at Betrayal.

MW: It wasn’t just any match, it was an elimination chamber match so you have to wonder how well recovered these stars will be.

RJ: Max Adamson had great success in the chamber, eliminating both Abe Abercorn and Scorpion before Mr Kenty eliminated him.

MW: That left Mr Kenty, Mike Hill and Nay Bother...

RJ: And it was Nay who got the win, his first title belt in 6WF!

“Lonely boy” blasts out over the speakers and the crowd boo loudly as Max Adamson walks out onto the stage, Clarissa on his arm. The two stop at the top of the ramp and share a lingering kiss, Adamson then gets his game face on as he strolls to the ring, Clarissa clapping him. Adamson steps over the top rope.

MW: Like you said Arj, Adamson was very impressive in the Elimination Chamber. Despite not winning the belt, he was probably the most impressive competitor.

RJ: Well I’m not sure I’d go that far Michael, but it was another upward curve for Adamson’s form.

“I fought the law” plays and the crowd’s reaction changes to big cheers as Nay Bother walks out onto the stage with the 6WF Freeweight Title wrapped around his waist. He strides down the ring, slapping the fans hands and slides in under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and salutes the fans.

RJ: What a big win it was for Nay at Betrayal, what a way to win your first title!

MW: Now the real tough work starts!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Nay Bother and Max Adamson lock-up, Adamson drives Nay down to one knee. Adamson then swats Nay to the canvas with a huge punch. Nay gets to his feet, Adamson launches him into the ropes and connects with a big back body drop on the rebound. He makes the cover.

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

Nay gets the shoulder up, Adamson is up to his feet quickly and drops a couple of knees down into the face of the freeweight champion. Nay gets up to his feet, Adamson sends him back into the canvas with an arm drag. Nay rolls up to his feet and walks straight into a big clothesline. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Adamson starting this match where he left off from Betrayal!

MW: Fantastic stuff from Max, using his power to dominate Nay.

Adamson hauls up Nay, he connects with a monkey flip that sends Nay flying across the ring. Nay staggers up to his feet, he runs in towards Max who meets him with a knee into the stomach before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a spinning neckbreaker. Adamson covers again.

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

Max waits for Nay to rise, he goes for a German suplex but the freeweight champion counters with a jawbreaker.

RJ: Nay certainly needed that.

MW: It’s his first bit of offence in the whole match!

Adamson stumbles back, Nay fires in some punches into the chin that back Adamson into the corner. Nay then runs in, connecting with a shining wizard. He then runs of the corner, hitting a running bulldog. Cover.

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

Nay drags Max up to his feet, he then knocks him down to the canvas with a clothesline of his own. Adamson staggers up, Nay boots him in the stomach and then nails a legsweep DDT! He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: So Michael, what do you think the catalyst has been for Nay’s change in fortunes?

MW: I don’t know Arj, I guess one of the reasons would be he is finally relaxed mentally. He had a lot of secrets, he’s got them out there and now he’s reaping the reward.

Nay stands over Adamson waiting for him to rise, he then throws Max down into the canvas with a suplex. Adamson rolls up to his feet, Nay hauls him in and hits a 2nd suplex. Again Adamson is up, boot to the stomach and then Nay connects with a 3rd, vertical delayed suplex. Nay makes the cover.

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

Adamson rises to his feet, Nay fires in a series of big knife-edge chops into the chest backing the Australian into the corner. Nay continues with the chops, Max manages to block the move and then smashes Nay’s head into the top turnbuckle. Adamson then lifts Nay onto the top rope, Max heads up there himself...

RJ: Superplex!

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

Nay gets the shoulder up, Max rolls him onto his front and then stomps away continually into the back. He then hauls Nay up to his feet and throws him to the canvas with a German suplex. He keeps the hold locked in, rolls back to his feet and hits a 2nd German suplex. He rises back up to his feet....

MW: There’s the third!

RJ: Amazing power from Max.

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

Nay gets the shoulder up again, Adamson stands waiting for Nay to rise before driving a boot into the stomach. Max then runs off the ropes...

MW: Famaxxer!

RJ: Adamson on fire!

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

Adamson lifts up Nay, he places him onto his shoulders for the Cyclone but Nay drops down the back. Max turns around...

MW: SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: How the hell did Nay win that?!

MW: I don’t know Arj, Adamson dominated the majority of the match-up.

RJ: True champions spirit from Nay.

In his locker room, Cassius Zhi is leant up against the rear wall of the room, the back of his head pressed up against the brickwork, tilted slightly backwards so he is looking up at a fixed point on the ceiling. In his hand is a fresh cup of steaming green tea, held by the underside of the cup in his palm. He lets his head fall lazily forward with an agitated exhale of breath, then takes an immediate inhale of the contents of his cup, before taking a sip. He allows the brew a moment to rest inside his mouth, before taking a satisfied, relaxed gulp. But the moment of tranquillity is cut short by a playful, rapid knocking on his door, followed by it swinging open.

Miss Jessica : So… am I just like, brilliant or what?

Cassius’ nostrils flare at the sight of Jessica, and he pushes himself away from the wall, puts his tea down on the table, and walks towards her in haste. Jessica seems completely unconcerned as she throws her handbag onto a chair beside her.

Cassius : What the hell are you playing at Jessica?

Miss Jessica : Wow… I’ll take that as a no shall I?

Jessica cutely scrunches up her nose as Cassius stands over her, angrily looking down at his immaculately preened ex-manager.

Cassius : You can take it however the hell you want…

Miss Jessica : Is that, like, a proposition or something, because I’ve got to be honest… I’ve heard more chivalrous ones in my time? But, hey, whatevs.

Jessica kicks her foot back and giggles flirtatiously, as Zhi ignores her and continues

Cassius : But take this…. ACCEPT THIS Jessica; what happened against Lex Hart this Sunday was neither required, nor requested. I am the Super-Power of this company and I am fully in control of everything that surrounds me. Fully in control of everyONE who surrounds me! I am focussed, Jessica. I am focussed on my goals. Focussed on my objectives. And I do not need you distracting me from them… nor do I need you distracting my opponents! Do you understand?

Jessica nonchalantly releases her red pig-tails out from their bands, and lets her hair fall over her shoulders, flicking her hair back and tying it into a long, wavy pony tail.

Miss Jessica : Well I don’t understand why you are being such a grouch about it. A bit of gratitude would be nice, like, a little pat on the back or something. Totally metaphorically of course, I know you’re a bit of a don’t touch until the 25th date kinda guy or whatever.

Cassius’ left eye is now twitching as his patience his becoming exhausted. Jessica notices, but reaches up and links her arms up around his neck, stroking the back of his head with her nails.

Miss Jessica : Look… I know you didn’t ask for me to distract Lexy… but I wanted to. You know… I was with him in his locker room before the match…

Cassius’ eye twitches again before both widen

Miss Jessica : … oh my god, just talking obviously… and anyway, so I overheard him and that total square Abercorn talking about you, right.. like, laughing at you, Cassy.

Jessica looks up at Cassius innocently doe-eyed.

Miss Jessica : And I just couldn’t bear to let them get away with saying things like that about you. So… I didn’t. (She smiles) Well… not Lexy anyway. But we can go and do something to Mr. Softcore now if you like?

Cassius reaches up behind his head, and takes Jessica’s hands, pushing them away from him, immediately irking Jessica.

Cassius : Do you think I care what people say about me, Jessica? Let them talk… and I will make them swallow their words down with a mouthful of blood.

Miss Jessica : But they said…

Cassius : The words are irrelevant, Jessica. Those who speak them ill of me will come to choke on them whatever. So I don’t need a transcription. I don’t need some surreptitious espionage outside locker room doors.

Jessica is starting to get infuriated now, her face reddening, and she is scowling in the face of Cassius, who is now looking antagonistic, almost as if he is enjoying the release. The next words from Cassius make Jessica snap and the two begin to talk over each other, both ignoring the other.

And I don’t need you!
Ha! Oh yeah… well that’s not what it looked like at Betrayal! You were so going to lose until...
I proved that I don’t need you when I relieved you of your services…
As if I could forget
… And I went on to become the 6WF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!
And look where that got you… what was it… two months? Wow… lookout CM Punk.
I became 6WF World Heavyweight Champion, and I ended the career of JJ Johnson
Well… he ended his own career really didn’t he?
Because I am the best… in ANY world! Out on my own! So I don’t need a manager, Jessica…
Umm... Debatable – remind me, why did you pull out of the championship ladder match contention again? Was there logic there?
I don’t need a lookout…
Because I can’t see any. Great career move that one Zhi. Nice!
And I sure as hell don’t need a friend…
Who’d want to be friends with you anyway? Anyone up for a night out at Starbucks? Woooohoooo! Good times
So why don’t you just stay out of my way?
ME STAY OUT OF YOUR WAY? Oh my god, you’re the one who’s like, totally in love with me

Cassius seethes and takes a step closer to Jessica, almost pushing her backwards as she takes a step back to steady herself

Cassius : STAY OUT OF MY WAY!

Miss Jessica rolls her eyes at Zhi and grabs her bag

Miss Jessica : You totally need to take a chill pill, Zhi. I'm off before you burst a blood vessel or something. If you need me, I’ll just be down the corridor, out of your way, ok?

Cassius returns to his tea, taking it up and taking a massive gulp, twitching his neck viciously as he swallows

Cassius : Good… let me focus on my objectives.

Miss Jessica : (muffled as she leaves the room) Such a mong!

Cassius hastily re-arranges the teapot, cup and kettle on his table, making it neat

Cassius : Just… let me focus!

Geoff Steel is seen walking around the backstage area, kicking at walls and shouting incomprehensibly. Jack Reynolds then approaches him.



Reynolds: Geoff, Geoff, calm down man, what’s wrong?



Steel: What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! I’ll tell you what’s wrong with one simple word, Hero. That’s what’s wrong right now in this company and quite frankly it’s a travesty that he still has a job here. Tell me Jack, do you think that it’s right to hit a fan during a match?



Reynolds: Well no…



Steel: And is it right to screw a man out of a World Title and not even have the balls to face up to him like a man?



Reynolds: No but…



Steel: Uh-uh, no buts. Hero, what you did at Betrayal was unquestionably the most sick and cowardly thing I’ve seen in my wrestling career, and trust me when I say that that is impressive. It doesn’t matter what we do to each other in the ring, that’s business, we’re signed up for it, we know the risks. But to hit a fan, an innocent guy in the audience who paid to get in that night, that’s low even for a guy like you. You tried everything to beat me that night, and it all failed, I proved I’m more dominant and more of a man than you that night, and you couldn’t take the fact that no-one cares about you anymore. So you decided that you were going to go a step further to walk out with your arms raised that night and get people talking, well congratulations Hero, you did it. You’ve got their attention and people are talking, but it may not quite be the press you wanted, because now you see, people are waiting for the day that your little game of hide and seek fails you. People aren’t glad to see Hero making an impact; they’re waiting for Hero to run into Geoff Steel and for me to tear your head off. You’ve made this bed for yourself Hero, and I want you to remember that, because when I get hold of you finally, you’re going to be begging me to give you mercy.



Reynolds: Are you saying this is going to happen tonight?



Steel: I’m saying this is going to happen whenever it can, and seeing as Hero likes unpredictability clearly, maybe I’ll give him some.



Geoff Steel then pushes past Jack Reynolds and walks down the corridor as Reynolds is left with a concerned look on his face.

Match 7

Geoff Steel/Keith Leone vs Cassius Zhi/Hero

RJ: Great tag action lined up next here.

MW: 4 of the biggest names in professional wrestling competing in this one, all of them former world champions.

RJ: Geoff Steel won the 6CW World title, as did Keith Leone who is now of course the 6WF Champion. Those two are on one side.

MW: Whilst on the other side, we have 6WF Legends club member Anti-Hero and the multiple time world champion, and RJ’s personal rival, Cassius Zhi.

RJ: Shut up Mike.

“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.

RJ: What a fantastic first defence it was for Leone at Betrayal, a superb win over Murdoch, Cobra and Chris Patricks.

MW: I don’t know how he got through that match, but he did. He showed the fight we have come to expect.

“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: Here comes Geoff Steel, who of course lost out to the Anti-Hero at Betrayal...

RJ: Only because of some disgraceful actions from Anti-Hero...

MW: Anything to get a win.

“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 slides in...

RJ: Got to say, I am surprised he entered the ring tonight.

MW: Well according to you, he should be locked up somewhere.

RJ: HE PUNCHED A FAN!

‘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 stares at Anti-Hero, then at his opponents.

MW: Zhi got the win over Lex Hart at Betrayal thanks to Miss Jessica, you next RJ!

RJ: Shut up Mike!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off, Geoff Steel starts it off for his side and he beckons for Anti-Hero to start the match with him. Anti-Hero shakes his head and quickly steps out of the ring, leaving Zhi to lock-up with Steel. Cassius drives a knee into the stomach, he quickly runs off the ropes and nails a vicious, swinging neckbreaker. Cover.

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

Steel forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Cassius begins stomping away on the head of Steel. The former 6CW star gets up to his feet and Zhi fires off a series of roundhouse kicks, Cassius goes for another one but Steel ducks under it. He then hits Zhi with a headbutt, Cassius falls back and Steel reels off European uppercuts. He whips Zhi into the ropes...

MW: Big clothesline!

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

Cassius rolls up to his feet, Steel throws him down to the canvas with a suplex. Cassius rolls into the corner, he asks for the tag...

RJ: Anti-Hero not interested!

Cassius turns around and Steel hits a DDT. He then makes the tag to Keith Leone, the 6WF Champion steps into the ring and waits for Cassius to rise, before booting him in the stomach and nails a piledriver. Cassius makes the cover.

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

Leone rises up to his feet and hits a succession of elbow drops into the chest, Zhi gets to his feet and Leone bounces off the ropes and connects with a leaping knee into the face. Cassius gets up to his feet, Leone boots him in the stomach and nails a DDT! He hooks the leg.

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

Leone re-tags Steel...

MW: Zhi has really found himself isolated here.

RJ: It’s because Anti-Hero isn’t interested in making the tag!

Steel drags up Cassius, he boots him in the stomach and then lifts him into the air, drilling him to the canvas with a powerbomb. Leone flies off the top rope, connecting with a moonsault.

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

Steel again makes the tag to Leone, he steps into the ring and hits a couple of leaping knees into the head. Zhi then gets to his feet, Leone throws him down to the canvas with a German suplex. Zhi rolls up...

MW: Russian legsweep!

RJ: Our champion and Steel been very impressive tonight.

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

Leone again tags Steel, he lines up a spear but Zhi manages to leapfrog over it. Steel turns around and Zhi reels off roundhouse kicks to the head, before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a spinning heel kick.

MW: Zhi certainly needed that!

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

Steel forces the shoulder up, Cassius stomps away viciously on the head of the former 6CW Champion. Cassius places him into an abdominal stretch, Steel slowly gets to his feet...

RJ: Pumphandle slam!

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

Cassius lifts up Steel, he goes for the Dragon’s Fury but Steel blocks. He holds Cassius in an armbar...

MW: Superkick from Zhi!

Steel collapses to the mat, Anti-Hero blind tags in!

RJ: Now he wants some of the action!

Anti-Hero climbs to the rope, he dives off hitting a foot stomp across the throat of Steel.

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

Anti-Hero waits for Steel to rise, he then whips him into the corner. Anti-Hero sprints in, nailing a shining wizard. Anti-Hero then hits a big hurracanrana to send Steel to the mat. Anti-Hero runs the ropes...

MW: Lionsault!

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

Anti-Hero gets up to his feet and starts stomping away repeatedly on the head of Geoff Steel, he continues stomping away as Steel rolls towards the ropes. Anti-Hero puts Steel on the 2nd rope...

RJ: 619!

Anti-Hero stands on the ring apron, he is waiting to springboard in when a fan starts shouting abuse at him.

MW: Not again...

RJ: Not another Eden Hazard moment...

Anti-Hero leaps off the ring apron, the fans continues arguing with Hero who shouts abuse back at him. Steel is up to his feet, he tags in Leone and then leaps down to the outside.

Anti-Hero leaps around, he sees Steel charging at him and moves before scarpering up the ramp, Geoff Steel goes sprinting after him.

RJ: Thank god Steel made the save therrer.

MW: But now what?!

The referee is signalling that Cassius has to take Hero’s place, Zhi steps into the ring and goes straight to the referee, he begins berating the referee who steps backwards. Zhi is continuing to shout at the ref in the corner, the ref shrugs his shoulders saying he can’t do anything.

Cassius shakes his head, he jolts around...

RJ: CONCUSS-KICK!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Leone gets the win!

MW: What the hell? What is the ref doing?!

RJ: What do you mean?

MW: Zhi wasn’t the legal man, that shouldn’t have counter.

RJ: Folks, Betrayal saw an explosive finish between Saint and TGA, one of the most controversial finishes in 6WF history. Right now, TGA is stood backstage with jack Reynolds, but before we go there, let’s take you back to shortly after Betrayal, when all the dust had settled….

(The Liverpool arena is empty. The thousands of fans that flocked to Betrayal left hours ago and the only people left in the stadium are the production team who are getting ready to hit the road. Them... And TGA.

TGA is sat on one half of the steel steps that were broken last night. His huge legs prop his elbows as he rests his head in his hands. The TAW World Championship belt lays down beside him.)

RJ: You alright Teej?

(A disgruntled TGA looks up in bewilderment and confusion at RJ peering over him.)

TGA: What are you doing here?

RJ: I'm just making sure Wire or I didn't leave anything behind.

(RJ points to the commentary desk, before pointing to the broken steps.)

RJ: What are you doing here?

TGA: Just... Being.

RJ: Well for a guy that just retained his World Championship you don't look too happy.

(TGA's eyes narrow and he grabs the belt beside him.)

TGA: You think I'd be happy after what went on last night? You thought I'd be so god damn over the fucking moon about how Betrayal ended?You think that I feel like I deserve this?

(An enraged TGA tosses the belt away from him; the sound of it crashing against the barricade echoes all around the desolate arena.)

RJ: But it could be worse though, couldn't it?

TGA: Probably, but this feels pretty terrible. I can deal with losing, heck, I don't enjoy losing but I can accept when I'm beat. What I can't stand is the questions that are going to follow... the accusations... the suspicions of everyone.

(TGA's bloodshot eyes stare down at the floor between his legs.)

TGA: I can already here them whispering, RJ. Don't pretend you don't have a clue what I'm on about. People assume that a leopard can never change its spots. That because my first title reign was won through foul play that this reign will be no different.

"Is TGA the chosen man, the man this company will back by hook or by crook?"

"TGA knew all along what was going down at Betrayal, he knew that he could get the ref on his side."

The worst one though... The very worst thought that is crossing the mind of millions of wrestling fans right now... "Maybe The Saint was right."

(RJ leans down to put a comforting hand on the shoulder of TGA, but finds it swiftly knocked away and TGA up on his feet.)

TGA: DON'T TOUCH ME!

I don't want your pity or your sorrow. I'm World Champion and you think that you're the man that can make me feel better?

(RJ cannot string together a sentence and can only splutter several barely audible sounds.)

TGA: I've spent the past god knows how many weeks talking about how I was going to silence The Saint once and for all. His talk of conspiracy and injustice was, quite frankly, ridiculous. At least, it seemed like that until last night. The seed of doubt was planted and this loon looks as if he might have had a point.

it shouldn't have happened that way. I was supposed to give Saint the beating of a life time. One that he wouldn't be able to get back up from.

RJ: No one can deny that you both gave each other a hell of a beating!

TGA: No they can't. But I can't deny that it was me flat on my back, seeing stars in the lights and Saint stood over me last night either. You can't understand just how humiliating that was for me. At least when The Saint was in my position last month, it was because he was trapped by a tonne of steel and had my weight keeping him stuck to the canvas. But for me... The only thing that trapped me was my own weakness. My own-pathetic-body!

(With each of his last four words, TGA slams his fist onto the steel. Afterwards he lets out an almighty roar which sends RJ back a step.)

TGA: It doesn't matter to me what the results page will say about last night. I don't feel like a winner. If anything I feel the worst I've ever felt. I feel like I've let myself down and the prestige that this belt once had has been diminished.

RJ: Can't that be redeemed with victory over The Saint? I mean he'd be an idiot not to come back for another shot. That decision last night pretty much loaded his gun.

TGA: And that right there is the sole reason that I'm glad last night ended with me still as champ. I hope The Saint is going to take that gun and shoot every bastard that stands in between him and I. I'm not the kind of guy to run from a fight, I plan to meet him head on. You think that our past encounters have been explosive. That is nothing to what this oncoming charge will lead to.

6wF has always been, and always be, about surviving. That doesn't mean you constantly come out on top and crush every obstacle. No... Survival means taking the beatings that come your way, overcoming the challenges you face and coming out all the stronger for it afterwards. People might be able to question my morals, my ability and where my loyalty lies at the moment. One thing that can never be questioned is who I am.

I am T-G-A, The Godsent Athlete, a born survivor. Last night The Saint fired the first shots, but none of them fatal. He made the error of not finishing me off when he could have and he will regret that.

Hell hath no fury like a pissed off champ!

The crowd cheer as the camera returns to TGA stood with Jack Reynolds…

JR: TGA, it’s been an emotional week for you, how are you feeling?

TGA adjusts the TAW Title on his shoulder and looks into the camera…

TGA: Feelings? I’m only just starting to get them back. See this week, it’s been one long numbing pain. The constant reminders of what happened at Betrayal haunt me. I didn’t act like a world champion. I got beaten senseless. I was lying there on the canvass while The Saint decimated the officials and stood over me holding MY title. Well now the feelings coming back. But it’s not one of shame, it’s not one of awkwardness like when Scorpion realised nobody cares about him. It’s anger. Pure, volatile anger. I’m the god damn TAW Champion. I went through a brutal ladder match and took the ultimate opportunity to get this title, and I’ll be damned if I act like some piss poor excuse for a champ cause I went and got myself RKO’d.

I’ve been and done everything in this business, I’ve had the injuries, taken the falls, rolled with the big dogs. I’ve lied, cheated and stole to get me where I want to go, and when I came back, I promised change. I promised to rev up this business like nobody else, to get myself back on top, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Saint, you can do all the talking you want. Bottom line, TGA still got the title. TGA isn’t giving up the title, there ain’t no conspiracy, there’s no holding you back, it’s a case you of you, your ego, your temper, and the fact that I’m still better than you that are always gonna keep you from this.

I’m done with talking.

You pissed off the world champ, now see where it gets you.

TGA walks off to a loud cheer from the fans.

Danny McGraw is shown backstage in his office, looking pensive. He’s startled by a knock at the door….

DM: Come in…

McGraw steps up from his desk looking unimpressed at the man stood in front of him. He drops his head and sits back down…

DM: I had a feeling you’d be in, Pete…

The camera turns to show Referee’s Officer, Pete Worthing entering the room…

PW: I’d prefer it under better circumstances, Danny…

DM: Look, I dunno what you want me to say? These things happen…

PW: That’s the thing, Danny. They don’t. Listen, we’re not stupid, we know the risks when you step in the ring with these guys, you get bumped, bashed and beaten around on occasion. But what Saint did out there was crossing a line. There’s no place for that kind of behaviour here, and there never has…

McGraw wipes his head in frustration….

DM: I’m sure it was born out of frustration…

PW: Yeah, frustration with you! We hear what goes on and what he says. Whatever his issue is with you, is now putting us in the spotlight, we spoke with Walker…

DM: Walker?

PW: Yeah, and he said to come direct to you, says you’re the man to fix things!

Walker steps up from his desk, looking at the cameraman….

DM: Can we get some privacy? Pete and I have things to discuss….

The cameraman backs out of the office with McGraw following as the office door closes and we head to commercial.

J: Hello again everyone and the next match is betwe………

Suddenly “Just Close Your Eyes” blasts out of the speakers and the crowd go wild. Smoke starts to fill the top of the aisle before TGA strides out with TAW title over his shoulder. He walks down to the ring as the crowd continue cheering.

MW: The Godsent Athlete heading down to take his commentator position!

TGA heads around the ring and takes a seat next to RJ. He lays the TAW title on the desk before putting on the headset as the music dies down.

RJ: Welcome Teej!

TGA: Sorry for the interruption RJ. You were saying?

RJ: I was just stating to fans at home that the next match involves The Saint against Lex Hart. You obviously know Saint better than anyone after Payback and Betrayal!

TGA: Everyone is starting to know the real Saint. He is a law onto himself and I know the guys backstage are getting pissed about it. Fact is, I’m champion and he’s not. I wish Lex luck. I am sure he will get the job done.

MW: Like you failed to do at Betrayal?

TGA: Correct me if I am wrong Michael but laying on this very desk is something completely alien to you. A world championship. That means I won. I am still TAW World Champion and I intend to be for a very long time.

The conversation is broken by "Be Myself" sounding out across the arena. The fans begin to cheer again as Lex Hart appears. He acknowledges the crowd before striding down to the ring.

RJ: Lex Hart has a huge opportunity here to bounce back from his loss against Cassius Zhi.

MW: The man that has joined us may well wish Hart luck, but he is one of many gunning for his title.

TGA: I still wish him luck Wire. If he wants to step up and stake his claim, then he can do no better than showing me what he can do against the Saint. Until then, he is just another guy on the roster with lofty dreams.

Suddenly "Monster" blasts out around the arena and the lights dim. Sparks begin to fall from above the entrance way and The Saint purposefully walks through them. He stops before letting out a massive roar and raising his arms into the air. He strides down the aisle and enters the ring quickly.

RJ: All eyes on The Saint.

MW: And his eyes are on TGA!

TGA suddenly gets out of his chair and lifts the TAW title up for everyone to see. The Saint walks over to the ropes, completely ignoring Hart, and starts trash talking to TGA.

TGA: Yeah, yeah, yeah.....oh it's coming don't worry......your names on my list Saint......get on with the match........

The referee goes over to Saint and tries to get him to return to the corner so that he can start the match. However, Saint doesn't even look at him as he effortlessly shrugs him off and continues his verbal assault on TGA. The TAW champion sits down slowly, as the referee signals for the bell in frustration.

MW: SAINT NOT READY!

RJ: TELL LEX THAT!

Hart immediately starts laying into Saint with right and left punches. The force of the blows pushes Saint back to the corner, where Lex continues to beat away. Saint tries to defend himself but Lex still beats away at him. The cheers of the crowd are deafening and the referee at last pulls Lex away. Saint starts arguing with the official that he should have got Lex back sooner.

TGA: Didn't take long for Saint to start whining did it......

MW: He has a point though!

TGA: You must be watching a different match than me then.......

Saint and Lex lock up and Hart again gets the upper hand. He whips Saint to the ropes and then slams into him with a dropkick on the rebound. He runs the ropes before dropping a leg drop onto Saint's head. He then hooks the leg.

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RJ: Kick out!

TGA: He will need more than that..........

Lex lifts Saint up again and places him in a headlock. He swerves around him showing great technical awareness and places him a wrist lock. He then elevates Saint and drops his opponents arm on his knee. Saint goes down waving his arm in pain. Lex then runs towards him and performs a spinning wheel kick. The move sends Saint careering over the top rope and to the floor.

RJ: LEX ON TOP...........SUICIDE DIVE!

MW: OUCH!!

Hart immediately slingshots himself over the top rope but Saint sees him coming. He sidesteps out of the way and pushes Lex into the crowd barrier as he comes past. Lex collapses in a heap on the floor as Saint looks on. He walks over to his opponent and lifts him to his feet. He then smashes his head down on the steel fence. The referee comes to the outside and tries to get Saint to come back into the ring. Saint just smirks at him, before lifting Lex up and smashing Hart's head onto the barrier again.

RJ: Saint has no respect for authority!

Saint wanders back over to Lex who looks wide eyed and in a daze after the blows to the head. The referee tries again to get Saint to re-enter the ring, but Saint pushes him away. He then lifts Lex high above his head and stands beside the barrier.

MW: REMEMBER THIS TEEJ?!

TGA: COME ON REF! STOP HIM!

Saint shows massive strength to hold Lex above his head. The official desperately tries to get Saint to put Lex down. Saint laughs before dropping Lex onto the barrier. Hart's ribs crash on top of it and he rolls on the floor in pain.

RJ: THAT MOVE IS DEVASTATING!

TGA: AND NOT LEGAL!

The official berates Saint but he completely blanks him. He then hauls Lex to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle before launching himself off the top rope. He drops a knee in the chest of Lex who is still sprawled on the mat. Saint then goes for the pin.

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MW: HOW?!

Hart amazingly lifts a shoulder. Saint goes over to the official and starts shouting in his face that it was a slow count. The referee backs away but Saint grabs his shirt and continues screaming at him.

TGA: I AM NOT HAVING THIS! SAINT'S GONE TOO FAR!

MW: SIT DOWN TEEJ! THIS ISN'T YOUR FIGHT!

Before TGA can do anything, Saint releases the official. He then walks over to Lex and lifts him up. He whips him to the ropes before sending Lex back down to the mat with a bodyslam. Hart crawls over to the corner and hauls himself up as Saint watches him. Saint then whips him to the opposite corner. Lex collides with the turnbuckle and leans against it. Saint rushes in to perform a spear but Hart just manages to avoid it. Saint slams into the turnbuckle and falls to the floor.

TGA: COME LEX! THIS IS THE MOMENT!

Lex staggers out of the corner and starts stomping down on Saint. He hauls him to his feet before sending Saint back down with a DDT. He rushes over to the ropes, jumps on the middle one and flies backward with a lionsault. He goes for the pin.

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MW: NO!

Saint manages to kick out. Lex then drags him to the centre of the ring before signalling to the crowd. He then goes over to Saint's legs and locks in the Sharpshooter.

RJ: YES! SAINT IN REAL TROUBLE NOW!

Saint cries out in pain as Hart leans backward to increase the pain. The referee asks Saint if he wants to submit but he gives a negative response. The official gets closer and asks him again. Saint grabs him by the throat and screams "NO" in his face before throwing the official to the mat. The referee sits there with frustration etched on his face.

RJ: LEX HOLDING ON HERE! SAINT NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING!

TGA: IT'S OVER! RING THE BELL!

Suddenly Saint manages to inch himself across the canvas towards the ropes. Hart tries to pull him back, but Saint is stronger. He gets closer and closer as the referee watches intently. At last, Saint gets to the ropes. However the referee continues to watch while Saint shakes the rope with his hand furiously.

MW: BREAK THE DAMN HOLD REF!

Saint screams in the officials direction which makes the referee come to his senses. He taps Hart on the shoulder and tells him to break the move. Hart holds on for a good few seconds more before finally letting go of Saint's legs. Saint gets to his knees in pain and once again shouts in the referee's direction. Lex suddenly runs in and goes for a high knee to the face which connects with force.

TGA: HE DESERVED THAT FOR ABUSING THE REF!

MW: YOU ARE AS BLIND AS RJ!

Lex gets Saint back up before going behind him.

RJ: SLEEPER HOLD!

MW: HE WANTS SAINT TO SUBMIT!

TGA: HE WANTS HIM TO SUFFER!

Lex has the sleeper hold covering Saint’s head. The referee continuously asks if Saint wants to submit. The official seems very agitated and his hand is hovering in the air ready to signal for the bell. Saint’s legs start to go from under him.

RJ: IS HE GOING DOWN?!

TGA: COME ON LEX!

MW: IT LOOKS LIKE……..NO! POWERING BACK!

RJ: LEX WINDED! DIVINE INTERVENTION!

Saint looks like he is starting to pass out when he suddenly pushes Lex back into the corner. As Lex’s spine smashes against the turnbuckle, he releases the hold. Saint takes his chance and wearily RKO’s his opponent. Both men go down with the referee looking visibly irate.

RJ: BOTH GUYS TIRED HERE! RUNNING ON EMPTY!

The two men struggle to get to their feet. Lex hits Saint with a stiff forearm before whipping him to the ropes.

RJ: FLAT LINE! REVERSED!

MW: DIVINE INTE……..NO!

RJ: SMALL PACKAGE BY LEX!

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RJ: KICK OUT!

TGA: FOR FUCK SAKE!!!

RJ: WE APOLOGISE FOR THE LANGUAGE USED BY TGA THERE!

TGA: “WE” RJ?! I DON’T APOLOGISE FOR A DAMN THING!

TGA slams his headset down and walks towards the ring where Lex and Saint are lying again. He vocally cheers Lex on and tries to encourage him to his feet.

MW: Nice one RJ…….

RJ: We seem to have lost our co-commentator…….

MW: There you go with the “we” crap again!

Saint and Lex rise to their feet again with TGA slamming the mat from the outside. Saint tries a high punch that misses and Lex smacks him with a dropkick. Saint buckles backwards and rebounds off the ropes. Hart boots him in the gut and puts Saint’s head under his armpit.

RJ: TRIPLE SUPLEX!

Lex slams Saint down hard once before getting up.

MW: AND AGAIN!

Lex slams him down a second time and gets up again.

MW: AND AG…….NO!

RJ: THE SAINT’S ROW!

Lex tries for the third suplex but Saint uses his strength to stop the move being made, before reversing it and slamming Lex down with the jackhammer. The pin is made.

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RJ: ALL OVER!

Saint gets to his feet and bends over double in exhaustion. The referee reluctantly raises his arm in victory. Saint snatches it back, so the referee turns his attention to Lex who is still sprawled out on the canvas. TGA is staring on the outside as Saint looks at him and gives him a wink. Saint then turns round and begins to climb the turnbuckle.

RJ: SAINT CELEBRATING HERE ON A HARD FOUGHT WIN!

MW: HE DESERVED…….HANG ON! TGA!

TGA suddenly slides into the ring and slams the back of Saint as he is on the turnbuckle. The two men start trading blows in the ring before bundling each other over the rope. They continue to brawl on the outside, crashing into the crowd barriers and into cameramen that struggle to get out of the way.

MW: WHAT THE HELL IS TGA DOING?! THIS WAS NOT PLANNED AT ALL!

RJ: SAINT IN THE WRONG AS WELL!

MW: IT WAS UNPROVOKED ASSAULT RJ! THE MATCH WAS OVER!

Saint and TGA continue to slug it out. Suddenly Goldman, Abercorn, Kuinshi, Vortex and Mr Kenty rush down the aisle. They try and split the two men up but are continuously pushed away. Then a whole load of security comes out from behind the curtain as well.

MW: THIS IS INSANE! WHAT THE HELL HAS 6WF COME TO?!

The members of 6WF roster manage to split Saint and TGA apart before pulling TGA to one side. Security tries to restrain Saint but he wallops them with punches as they try and come near. Meanwhile the referee is helping Lex Hart up the aisle as the melee ensues. He shakes his head forcefully before quickening his pace and exiting behind the curtain with Lex. Saint is still beating up the security as more pile down the ramp. At last, Saint is overpowered by the sheer number of guards and he is held fast by them.

RJ: THANK GOD FOR THAT!

Voice: WAIT A MINUTE RJ! THIS ISN’T OVER AT ALL!

Suddenly McGraw appears from behind the curtain flanked by two policemen. Both TGA and Saint are still straining to get free, as McGraw looks at both of them angrily.

McGraw: What the hell do you two think you are doing?! It is bad enough that our TAW World Champion is attacking members of our roster for no reason. But now I have members of STAFF saying enough is enough and refusing to work for this company!

MW: Well, you and I are still here RJ!

McGraw: SHUT THE HELL UP WIRE! THE SHOW IS ALREADY OVER RUNNING BECAUSE OF THIS CHAOS! AND WE STILL HAVE A MAIN EVENT TO DO!!

McGraw walks over to Saint, who is still trying to break free from the guards grip. The two policemen stick close by McGraw.

McGraw: You really are something aren’t you Saint?! You really think the whole world is against you?! Some sort of conspiracy?! Well guess what……NOW you are right!

McGraw points behind him while still staring daggers at Saint.

McGraw: I have a line of officials that have stated that they will not work with you until you apologise for your actions. So you have a choice. You can go over to them right now and beg forgiveness. Or these two guys are going to escort you out of the building. What happens to you then I could not care less about!

Saint looks down at the ground as the audience cheers and whistles in his direction. He looks about as if trying to make up his mind. McGraw looks at him impatiently before speaking again.

McGraw: WELL?!

Saint looks up at him slowly before smiling. He then launches himself to the side.

RJ: OH NO!!!!!

Saint suddenly RKO’s one of the security guys who goes down as if shot. McGraw turns red and signals to the policemen to go over to Saint. He casually gets up and extends his arms willingly as the policemen put him in handcuffs. There is no other noise in the arena apart from the whistling from the crowd as Saint is led up the ramp smirking.

(Jack Reynolds is stood backstage holding a microphone waiting outside the door for the arena, he looks into the camera.)

JR- Hello 6WF universe, I'm waiting for Crime Lord to arrive at the arena to interview him about his loss to Logan Kincade at Betrayal.

(The doors swing open and Crime Lord steps through, he's not shaved and he looks furious. He storms past Reynolds, ignoring him completely. Jack jogs to keep up with the long strides of the former world champion.)

JR- Crime Lord, Crime Lord...can I please get a few words about your match at Betrayal?

(Crime Lord stops still and Jack nearly falls over.)

CL- You can have one:.....no.

(Crime Lord starts walking again and Jack continues to try and keep up with him.)

JR- That was actually 5.

(The camera man catches Crime Lord's eyes widen with incredulity and he stops still. Swings around and in one swift movement grabs Reynolds by his collar, lifts him up and pins him against the wall.)

CL- Do you have a clue who you're talking to? Do you know how little time I have for you snivelling journalists? I especially have no time for interviewers who show me no respect, who have the cheek to try and be cocky with me. I won't hesitate to bash you against this wall until your head drops and you start drooling on the floor. People have tried to sue me before Jack, they've never tried again.

(Crime Lord drops Jack, who slides down the wall to the floor. He looks shocked, but stands up and dusts himself off.)

JR- I'm sorry. Can I start again, I'd be very much appreciative if you can give your thoughts on Betrayal where you lost to Logan Kincade.

(Crime Lord nearly explodes again, before clenching his hands into fists and swallowing the rage.)

CL- I have a question for you Jack...if, hypothetically speaking of course...if, a wrestler pins another, but, but his feet are on the ropes, is that a valid pinfall?

JR- Well....know, but-

CL- BUT nothing Jack. But nothing. Logan Kincade didn't beat me, he beat me as much as you beat me last night, not at all. The man was scared of me, Kincade took the easy route out, rather than stay and fight, rather than prove he was Hardcore he essentially ran away. Pretended to win and then took off, leaving his dignity behind.

JR- You said before the match that Hardcore was about doing anything to win though?

CL- Logan Kincade didn't beat me though Jack, he pretended to. He fooled the referee and he's fooled the likes of you and I assume many other people into thinking that doing something like that means anything at all. A Hardcore champion shouldn't be a dirty, little, slimy son of a bitch like that...he should be a fighter, he should put it all on the line. Kincade showed a complete lack of testicular fortitude at Betrayal. He had no title on the line, he could have earned my respect by at least putting his body on the line but he chose to scurry his way out of the match, slip through my fingers and will no doubt claim this is a victory...a statement of intent. The only thing Logan Kincade proved at Betrayal is that he is terrified of me, that is frightened of what I am capable of. He knows if I beat him at Betrayal, I'd be coming for the title I made famous at Survival, I'd be gunning to take his head off!

Kincade is a snivelling runt of a man, a pathetic waste of human tissue...he lived up to his roots by STEALING the win...even Blue Dragon, a man I have ridiculed, a man I pushed to the sidelines because of his inadequacies...Blue Dragon is a better guy than Kincade is.

You see Jack, Logan Kincade is desperate to be me. He beat Blue Dragon, he realised that he didn't want to be him any more, he has higher aspirations now. Kincade would love to be me, he'd love to have had the success I have had, loved to be held in the same regard, loved to be as hated by the fans, loved to be as goddamn good as me! Logan Kincade will never be me! I am the only one who can be! I see them talking, I see them saying that Kincade is a younger, more improved Crime Lord. Logan Kincade is a wannabe, Logan Kincade is a pale copy of me, the original is always better and it's never been more true here. I will show the whole world that Logan Kincade is not the new me, in the same way that Blue Dragon wasn't the new me, GDC wasn't the new me, Xeres wasn't the new me, Rapture wasn't the new me. Time after time people have predicted that I'd roll over for the new generation and every time I have proved them wrong and proved that I am the king of this federation.

This time is no different Jack, Kincade may have escaped at Betrayal, but if I have my way he won't have got away for long. He'll soon be in my grasp and I will break him. I will end this ridiculous campaign for Logan Kincade to replace the Iron Man.

Cassius Zhi storms through the corridors backstage. His face is purple with anger as he goes through double door upon double door. He suddenly stops before slamming a fist into the wall. He stands there breathing heavily with his head leaning against the wall and sweat pouring from his forehead. Jack Reynolds appears from the side and looks as if he is about to speak. However, Cassius lifts up his hand which stops Reynolds in his tracks. The interviewer stares down at the floor for a few moments, before hastily exiting to the side again.

Cassius raises his head and begins to walk off again, his face contorted in annoyance. He at last reaches his locker room and slams the door behind him. He immediately turns the light out and the room is covered in darkness. We hear Cassius shuffle across the floor before hearing a drawer open and close. A box is opened before a rasp of a match being lit sounds out. The flickering flame dances in front of Zhi and his face, still grimacing furiously, takes on a scary golden tinge.

The room is quiet. We are all now in Cassius' inner world.

He walks across the floor, still holding the lighted match, before sharing the flame with some candles. The room slowly starts to brighten up in various places as other parts are still in the shadow. Cassius Zhi's unmistakable silhouette can now be seen. He gradually paces towards a table and china is heard rattling. Liquid is poured into a cup, probably Cassius' favourite green tea. He lifts the cup to his lips and takes a long swig while his eyes are closed. His face turns to one of calm and content as the anger removes itself with every sip of tea.

Cassius walks over to his chair and sits in the gloom. He looks about his locker room and marvels at everything being in its correct place. The flames continue to ballet upon their wicks while Cassius stares at them sighing. He turns his attention to his china tea set, the holder of his beloved beverage. Again, Cassius lets out another sigh.

He takes another sip of tea.

He looks further around the room.

Another sip is taken.

His eyes dart back to the candles.

He starts to take another sip.

Suddenly, his hand hovers in mid-air, holding the cup a few inches from his mouth. His eyes start to focus on an area behind the candles. As the light flickers around, it catches on a pair of eyes staring back at Cassius. The eyes are definitely not human but large orbs of black. Cassius flings his cup to the floor which smashes into pieces. He gets to his feet and hurriedly goes over to the intruder in the room. He grasps it by the throat and moves it further into the candle light. Cassius' eyes grow wider in disbelief as he stares directly down at his nemesis. The very thing that has plagued his mind and his life for many, many months.

In his hands; the same hands that used to hold world titles, he holds a bear.

A bear different from any other.

A bear sharing the unmistakable likeness of....

J...
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Johnson.

Cassius grips the neck tighter and goes over to the door. He switches the light back on and he is met with the sight which proves his eyes didn't deceive him. He is holding a bear dressed in the same attire he stared across a ring at in Born in Fire.

The bear is JJ Johnson.

There is no doubt in that.

JJ Johnson.....back to haunt him in a different form.

Cassius head starts twitching violently as he increases his grip. The bears neck slowly bulges out of his body. It starts to detach itself as Cassius twitches wildly. The bears neck begins to split as his head moves further away. Cassius starts shaking as the bear is inches from explosion....

There is a knock on the door and Miss Jessica walks in.

Jessica: Cassius honey, I wanted to see if you were alright. The guys backstage were........

Cassius grabs her by the wrists and hauls her into the centre of the room.

Cassius: What is this?!

Jessica: Careful Cass, you are hurting me!

Cassius: WHAT IS THIS?!

Jessica looks down at his hand and notices the bear. She sniggers slightly.

Jessica: Aren't you a little old to be playing with bears?

Cassius slams the bear right up to her face.

Cassius: Look at it!

Jessica: Cass, its just a.....

Cassius: LOOK AT IT!

Jessica snatches the bear off of him in a huff and stares at it. The penny drops as she sees how the bear is dressed. She looks up at him and smiles.

Jessica: Someone enjoys playing dressing up. It's nothing to worry about.

Cassius points into her face, his head still twitching.

Cassius: Who did this? Who? WHO?!

Jessica stands looking shocked…

Jessica: Cass, you are going to do yourself some damage. I don't know anything about this. Some fan must have left it. Security is a joke in this place.

Cassius: Fans don’t just walk around here, Jessica. Why now? WHY AT THIS MOMENT!

Cassius is still seething. She takes the bear from him, lowering it down to her side before walking up to Zhi. She starts to stroke his chest while whispering to him.

Jessica: Cass.....forget it ok. I'm here now. Whoever it is, is just trying to get into your head, don’t let them win, Cassy….

Cassius is still visibly angry as the camera focuses down towards Jessica's lowered hand and the bear she is still holding. It sways to and fro, as we can hear Jessica whispering… she leisurely drops the bear into a bin and leads him from the locker room, her face filled with concern as Cassius stops…

He turns his head, twitching as he stares back into the locker room.

He stares at the bin.

His head twitches again before he moves off down the corridor.

Main Event
6WF Title N01 contenders match

RJ: What a great Lockdown it has been, but what a match we have up next for our MAIN EVENT!

MW: What a main event this is RJ, a triple threat match to determine the N01 contender for the 6WF World Title.

RJ: All three of these men were involved in the fatal four way match at Betrayal, all came close to winning before Keith Leone somehow walked away with the title belt.

MW: Tonight they get the immediate chance to earn another shot at the belt!

“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: All 3 men put on impressive showing’s at Betrayal, some of the moves he hit were out of this world.

“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.

RJ: What a rivalry these two superstars of the business have had over the past few months.

MW: When a feud runs so deep, it doesn’t just go away because there are added dimensions to a match.

“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 went into the world title match as the only one not to hold a world belt, but he walked out so close to winning and as one of the most feared competitors in 6WF.

RJ: I’m just glad McGraw wasn’t allowed to get involved.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off, the three men are staring each other down. They circle the ring...

RJ: Tentative start here...

MW: Or not!

Murdoch makes the first move and quickly sends Cobra down into the canvas with a clothesline. Patricks runs in towards Murdoch who takes him down with a roundhouse kick. Patricks falls into the ropes, Murdoch lifts him onto his shoulders and then throws Patricks down to the outside.

RJ: Murdoch on fire with this start!

Marshall turns around, Cobra is pulling himself up to his feet using the ropes. Murdoch launches Cobra into the ropes, on the rebound Murdoch connects with a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg.

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

Cobra gets the shoulder up, Murdoch gets to his feet and quickly stomps away on the head of Cobra who rolls away into the corner. Marshall connects with a series of big knees into the head, Murdoch then retreats then sprints in connecting with a big dropkick to the face. Marshall makes the pin attempt.

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

MW: Marshall showing the sort of dominance that has become expected of him.

Murdoch hauls up Cobra, he has him in a front facelock and continues with the big knees into the face. Cobra keels over, Murdoch lifts him up over his shoulders and then connects with a Texan Slam. Marshall makes the cover.

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

Cobra forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Marshall places him into a sleeper hold. Cobra gets up to his feet, he manages to spin out and then reels off a series of Muay Thai elbows. Cobra bounces off the ropes but Murdoch greets him with a boot to the gut. He applies an abdominal stretch and then nails a pumphandle slam.

Marshall spins around and Chris Patricks flies off the top rope, connecting with a springboard spiral DDT!

RJ: What a move from Chris Patricks!

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

Murdoch forces the shoulder up, Patricks immediately gets back onto the offensive by placing Murdoch into a side headlock, he then reigns punches in on the face with his other fist. Murdoch gets to his feet and counters the side headlock with a belly to back suplex, Patricks lands on his feet behind Marshall and goes for a boot to the stomach. Murdoch grabs, but Patricks steps over and hits a spinning heel kick. Cover.

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

RJ: Michael, thoughts on Chris Patricks?

MW: He’s been very impressive over the last few months. As he gets more and more angry, the better he gets.

Patricks brings Marshall Murdoch onto his feet, he boots him in the stomach and then bounces off the ropes, nailing a Front Flip Piledriver. Patricks again hooks the leg.

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

Murdoch forces the shoulder up once again, Marshall gets to his feet and Patricks nails a jumping DDT! He then goes to the top rope, but before he can turn around for the split legged moonsault, Cobra hits a leaping enzaguri kick. Cobra then heads to the top rope...

RJ: A move that didn’t work for Cobra at Betrayal...

MW: CONECTS!

RJ: Frankensteienr! What a move! What a move!

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

Patricks gets the kick out, Cobra hauls up Chris Patricks and quickly fires in Muay Thai knee strikes into the face. Patricks falls into the ropes, Cobra lifts Patricks’ leg onto the ropes before nailing a spike DDT! Patricks rolls up to his feet and Cobra runs in nailing a big boot to the head. He hooks the leg again.

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

Cobra waits for Patricks to rise, he then launches him into the ropes and nails a big spinebuster on the rebound. He stands over Patricks waiting for him to rise, Patricks swings a clothesline at Cobra who ducks and then nails a reverse DDT! Cobra goes to the top rope once more...

MW: Leaping double knee drop!

RJ: He really is so comfortable in those situations on the top rope. Great move.

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

Cobra quickly goes onto the offensive, hitting knees into the back before standing over Patricks impatiently. When he rises, Cobra cracks a kick into the side of the head before putting Patricks in a double underhook hold. He then flips him into the air and then drills him to the canvas with a tigerbomb. Cover.

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

Cobra allows Patricks to his feet, he then grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air, hitting a chokeslam into a backbreaker. Cobra stands against the ropes, waiting for CP to rise before running in and hitting a leaping European Uppercut. He hooks the leg.

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

MW: Cobra having a really sustained spell of dominance here.

Patricks drives the shoulder up, Cobra lifts him up to his feet, he hits a knee into the stomach before running off the ropes connecting with a roaring elbow. Patricks staggers up, Cobra goes to whip him into the ropes but Patricks manages to send Cobra into the ropes. Cobra springboards back going for a crossbody...

RJ: Superkick!

MW: What a counter by Chris Patricks!

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

Patricks gets up to his feet, he connects with a series of knees into the back before dragging up Cobra. He nails a German suplex, bridging over into the cover.

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

Cobra forces the shoulder up, Patricks locks in a leg scissors hold. Cobra gets to his feet, Patricks has the hold locked in. Marshall Murdoch runs in and connects with a dropkick to the back, sending both Cobra and Patricks falling forward into the canvas.

Cobra is the man up to his feet first, Marshall boots him in the stomach and then runs off the ropes, hitting a flying bulldog. Marshall hooks the leg.

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

Murdoch stands waiting over Cobra, when he does so Marshall throws him into the canvas with the American suplex. Murdoch then starts stomping away on the right ankle, before attempting to place him into an ankle lock. Cobra manages to counter by flipping Murdoch over.

Marshall rises to his feet and Chris Patricks leaps off the top rope, connecting with a shining wizard.

RJ: What an amazing piece of innovation from Chris Patricks!

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

Chris Patricks waits for Marshall Murdoch to rise, he attempts a powerslam but Murdoch drops down the back and hits a roundhouse kick to the back of the head. Patricks gets up to his feet only for Marshall to nail a T-Bone suplex. Cover.

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

MW: What an even contest this one has been!

Marshall stands over Patricks, he pulls him...

RJ: Lights out!

MW: The codebreaker! That has to finish it!

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

RJ: So close to a new N01 contender!

Cobra stands over Murdoch, waiting for him to rise...

RJ: Snakebite!

MW: Counter...

RJ: Ref’s down!

MW: Murdoch shoved Cobra way, he fell into the ref who is now down on the mat.

Cobra is checking on the referee, this allows Marshall to blindside Cobra with a big clothesline. He then launches Cobra over the top rope, Murdoch looks around to see Cobra on the outside, Patricks and the referee down. He then pulls out some Brass Knuckles...

RJ: God damn not like this.

MW: Brilliant from Marshall!

Murdoch stands waiting for someone to get up when Alex Walker strides out onto the stage and the crowd cheer.

RJ: Thank god for Walker!

Alex Walker is motioning to backstage, a referee comes sprinting past and slides into the ring. He blocks Marshall from using the Brass Knuckles, snatching them away from him. Murdoch starts berating the referee, pointing at Walker as well. Murdoch is seething as he turns around, Patricks is up..

MW: Enigma Bomb!

RJ: He’s going to win it!

MW: Not yet, going up top...

Patricks lines up the puzzle solver, Cobra leaps up onto the apron to try and stop him. Cobra is holding the leg of Patricks but CP manages to boot him away. Patricks steadies himself....

RJ: PUZZLE SOLVER!

MW: YES MARSHALL!

RJ: HE JUST PULLED THE FIRST REFEREE IN THE WAY!

Marshall drags the referee he knocked out into his position, as Patricks nails the five star frog splash. The referee brought down by Walker looks on, he then sprints over and stands over that referee, telling Murdoch to leave the ring.

RJ: That was disgraceful!

MW: I have not seen anything like that before...it was brilliant!

RJ: it was wrong, it was cheating, it was cowardly!

The other referee is signalling for a DQ, but no-one seems to notice apart from Patricks and Cobra who start arguing in the ring.

MW: Oh wow what an end to the match!

RJ: I still cannot believe what I have just seen. What has Marshall done?

MW: Saved his chances of winning the 6WF Title Arj, great tactics.

RJ: That was disgraceful Michael!

MW: Oh well.

RJ: You can’t take an attitude like that. But I am sure there will be plenty of fall out next week, tune in folks.