6WF Presents - Redemption!! - Sunday 28th April 2013

Has it really been two years? It’s strange how relationships change over times. Actually, this relationship is way more than strange- it’s absolutely barking mad. I mean you lose contact with some people, but this absence wasn’t due to forgetting the phone number or email of them. No… This period of silence was on purpose. I didn’t need to speak to him. I didn’t want to speak to him.

The camera is shooting in first person and enters into a busy room, filled mostly with young and middle aged men. Sticky floors where it feels like there is always a veneer of broken glass between. The shot moves on, elevated above everyone in the bar, knocking shoulders occasionally but no one dares to react. There are a few nods of acknowledgement, the barman smiles and starts to pour a drink for him without even asking. He had visited this place many a time.

And to be honest, he hadn’t made the effort to contact me. Not that I was bothered, well, not until now. He would know what to do; all I’m looking for is a little guidance and assurance. Shit. Is this what a meltdown feels like? Have I lost the plot? No, no, no… He knows what it’s like. He won’t mock me like the others. If they know about this ubiquitous self-doubt that’s been creeping around this year they’d hound me constantly. Like a shark smelling blood- I’d be finished before I knew it.

The barman pushes a glass towards him; a hand stretches out to offer a note. The barman smirks and shakes his head.

Barman: This one’s on the house. It’s just good to see you back in here.

A hand picks up the glass and scans the room again. Several of the younger men were glancing over at him. He takes a slow sip of his drink and does a 180 to take in the surroundings in their entirety. He’s not here yet. The figure retreats to a small table in the corner, away from the majority of the bustling crowd.

Many a night was spent in here years ago, probably too many. Even when finances were lush this was still the place. Forget all the champagne dinners, those just remind me of corporate events we had to attend. This was what we wanted to do. No obligations, just desire. Desire. That was what drove me to returning this time. I didn’t feel obliged to try and stop Crime Lord’s record attempt; you can’t always be waiting around the corner to jump on someone who threatens your record. You wouldn’t be able to really live your life.

I wasn’t forced back because money was tight. I was smart and made sure I’d always be comfortable. 6wF has me now because I missed being in that ring. At the beginning everything seemed brilliant, but now I’m not too sure. Maybe all the vitriol thrown at me was true? Wait, I can’t afford to think like that. Redemption is my chance to prove to all the doubters that I’m not finished yet. Hell, I’m no older than the majority of the roster, it’s just unfortunate I have more battle scars.

Every time the door swings open, the camera looks up hopefully. The figure looks at the watch on his wrist. It wasn’t like him to be late, in fact, he was usually always here early. The man finishes his drink and slides the empty to one side.

Maybe he’s changed his mind- it was a lot to ask to meet up. We’ve had our share of arguments; I’ve said a lot of things that maybe were out of line. But at the end of the day, if it’s what’s needed to sell the t-shirts then it has to be done. I’ve apologised- actually, I haven’t- but I’ve explained why I ran my mouth. He should understand better than most why it had to be that way. If anything, I’m the one who should be more pissed off. If it weren’t for this bastard I wouldn’t have broken my leg. This recurring injury wouldn’t continue to plague me even today. On the other hand, if it wasn’t for this son of a bitch I wouldn’t have had the career I’ve had.

There he is. I think. Yes. A skinny figure makes his way over, weaving in and out of the crowd. He exchanges the same nods with the customers as the man did. He catches his eye and makes his way over to the table. As he approaches he looks anxious. He pauses at the seat and extends his hand.

?????: Evening.

They shakes hands and the figure sits down opposite him. The man reaches his hand into his jacket pocket and chucks a small box onto the table. He opens it up and reveals a deck of cards.

?????: Now I wonder who’ll be buying the first round?

The figure shuffles the cards elaborately before revealing a card of TGA at the top of the deck.

?????: I’ve got to say I was somewhat surprised to hear from you, Teej.

TGA: Not as surprised as I was, River.

(The barman brings across two drinks and quickly scuttles away to the bar. River takes a couple of sips as TGA just watches him silently. Both men engage in almost half a minutes silence before River breaks.)

River: So why now, Teej? We haven’t spoken in what feels like years and then out of the blue I get a phone call from you asking to meet up. No reason, just that you would prefer to be as soon as.

(River puts down his drink and instinctively grabs for the deck of cards and plays with them in his hands.)

TGA: Do you still keep up with the company?

River: Of course. So I know that you probably shouldn’t even be in the country right now.

TGA: Well I think the Board would prefer me over in Ireland playing their little promotional game, but I’m fed up with that bullshit for now.

River: That’s your decision, just be careful. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you… Anyway, why did you want to know whether I was watching?

TGA: It’s just that recently I’ve been- Well, in the matches I’ve been booked. It’s just not clicking-

River: I hope you haven’t just dragged me out tonight to ask whether your form’s dipped.

TGA: No, of course not. I just want to know what you saw in me when you made me your protégé. You had your pick of a talented roster to throw to the top, but you chose me. Is everyone right? Was I just lucky to begin with?

(River pulls a card from the pack and spins it around on one of its corners. It finally falls flat and shows the image of Phoenix Rose facing upwards.)

River: Do you know that it’s almost 5 years to the day you made your 6wF PPV debut? That’s right, just because things might have soured don’t you ever think that I wasn’t serious when we started. We had an incredible partnership going Teej, we could have run the company for years. Anyway, it was the April PPV and you beat Phoenix Rose. But it was the way you beat him- a rookie like you made a former champion pass out. That’s not an easy thing to do! Just try and think of how many people can say they’ve made someone submit. That number ain’t as big as you might think.

I did remember. April 2008 saw me take on Phoenix Rose in my first 6wF PPV event; April 2013 and I’m about to compete in my 29th. Anyway, I remember back then thinking that beating Phoenix wouldn’t be enough. No one takes notice of the guy just getting by in his first matches, but everyone takes notice of the man who dominates.

Phoenix Rose gets cheered as the bells toll and TGA comes to the ring to loud boos.TGA has the better of the early going much to the crowds suprise but Phoenix Rose is soon on the offence. Phoenix suplexs TGA and a jawbreaker and kneedrop later goes for a cover 1...2...Kick out! Phoenix goes to the top rope but TGA catches him and chokeslams him off the top rope.TGA eventually puts an arm over Phoenix Rose 1...2......Phoenix gets a foot on the rope

RJ-How did Phoenix kick out from that?

TGA applies a Cobra Clutch as Phoenix looks weakened.The ref picks up Phoenixs arm,it drops once.A second time,it drops twice

Crowd-Phoenix,Phoenix,Phoenix

The ref picks up Phoenixs arm for a third time but it drops

Michael Wire-Phoenix has passed out!

That’s what put you on my radar so I had you checked out. Got to know your background, saw some of your ring work and that was enough to impress me. You weren’t just some big man who could throw people around the ring- you could really wrestle. Just look at that era of stars: JJ Johnson, Abe Abercorn, Enforcer, Crime Lord and you. No doubt about it you all had star quality but you shone brightest.

(River takes another sip of his beverage.)

River: Seems like you’ve got some history with these April PPVs. You remember Pain 2009?

(TGA doesn’t even need a second to think before he nods.)

TGA: You versus me. The night my back was brutally damaged and I thought that was game over.

The truth was it was game over. I had to be carried out on a stretcher and the doctors told me I’d never fully recover from that.

TGA and River begin trading blows, River is quicker to the punch but TGA rakes him in the eyes, TGA then signals for another Angel Bomb but from out of nowhere River Ace drops TGA to the mat and locks in the Texas Hold'Em

RJ: He's got it locked in, River Ace has his submission move locked in!

2:19 River Ace 1-2 TGA

TGA is screaming in agony as he tries to crawl to the ropes, he looks like he is about to make the bottom rope when River Ace drags him away from the ropes and to the middle of the ring keeping the hold applied.

RJ: River still has it locked in but the clock is ticking here, theres only 90 seconds to go?

TGA is screaming in agony but doesnt tap as the clock goes under the 1 minute mark.

00:59 River Ace 1-2 TGA

RJ: I dont know if this is going to work, River Ace might have to try something el.... WAIT! He's just tapped out TGA has tapped out!

DL: I dont believe it!

00:39 River Ace 2-2 TGA

River lets the hold go as he looks exhausted but TGA still looks in alot of pain as he clutches his back.

RJ: Time is running out for both these guys but I think TGA is badly hurt here, the ref is checking on him I think he needs medical attention for that back!

00:24 River Ace 2-2 TGA

River Ace moves the ref out of his way and picks up TGA before nailing him with a huge Poker-Plex.......

RJ: River needs to make the cover the clock is ticking all the time!

00:03 Ref: 1........
00:02 Ref: 2........
00:01 Ref: ..........3!

But I worked my damn ass off to put myself in the best condition possible. You can’t keep a good man down, no matter how hard every bastard seemed to try…

Mayhem, May 2010.
Abe wrenches and torques the right arm of TGA, with Abe's feet against TGA's shoulder and chest, separating the shoulder and as he turns the arm of TGA, a crack is heard...

RJ: Oh my god, did you just hear that?

TGA yells as the crack happens, he immediately taps out and the referee calls for the bell, Abe Abercorn releases the hold immediately and has a genuine look of concern on his face, as the EMT's and medics run down to the ring to assist TGA.

MW: Ladies and gentlemen, I believe TGA has a broken arm, suffered in this Pure Wrestling match against Abe Abercorn.

RJ: Who knew Pure Wrestling was so dangerous?!

MW: It was a prolonged attack from Abe on the right arm of TGA and the pressure was too much for human bone to take, Abe Abercorn is your winner but we'll keep you updated on the condition of TGA. If it is a broken arm, he'll be gone for a long time...

The EMT's assist TGA in strapping up his arm and putting a sling on it, they help TGA to the back while Abe looks concerned at TGA. Abe goes to help the EMT's in getting TGA to the back, when Abe grabs the injured arm of TGA!

TGA looks at Abe and is in his mercy, pleading with Abe not to do anything rash, Abe slams TGA down arm first, and stomps the forearm a few times!

River: But it wasn’t! You came back from that and you’re still capable of mixing it with the best. When you first wrestled at Pain 2008 you were still a rookie unsure of his ability, after Pain 2009 you didn’t think your career would resurrect itself and then at Pain 2010 you almost permanently ended the career of a 6wF legend-

TGA: But he came back. Another time where I couldn’t finish the job! Do you know how frustrating it was to watch his smug face return like he was the frickin’ messiah? I wish I’d ended him properly that night.

Did I really? I’d been down and out twice before and the darkness… the depression you drop into is horrific. You feel worthless to the world. What do you do when all you’ve ever known is wrestling and you’re told you can’t do that any more? JJ Johnson deserved all the pain he got, but he didn’t deserve a career ending that way.

JJ is looking across at the belt and preparing to swing across but Teej has scaled the cell and he swipes JJ's legs and the Franchise falls and crotches himself on the top of the cage,the crowd are booing manically as TGA climbs up and he sits himself next to JJ...there is crimson streaming from TGA's head as he glares at JJ...

TGA:Your done Johnson....you crossed me one too many times....

RJ:JJ Johnson is in excruciating pain....

*Crowd pop

MW:But defiant to the last...if there is one thing to remember from this match its that...

JJ is in pain but he looks at TGA and then gives him the finger as the crowd cheer,TGA seems to swell with anger and he grabs JJ and manages to pull him up from his seated position and he dangles him in the air before throwing him backwards....

RJ:OH MY GOD.....PLEASE GOD NO....GET THE EMT'S...WE NEED THE MEDICS....HE'S BY GOD DEAD!

Crowd:Holy...x10...

MW:Oh please lord no....

The whole Staples Centre is in utter shock as JJ is thrown from the top of the cell and he seems to fall in slow motion before hitting the announce desk and crashing through it on the outside of the cell....TGA is just sat on the top of the cell and he cant even believe what he has done....JJ is completely motionless.

River: Now at Redemption 2013 you still doubt yourself. You’ve got to stop it, kid. Cobra’s got inside your head and you’ve let him do that. You were feared back then because you were fearless and took no prisoners at all. What’s changed?

(TGA looks down and bangs his hand on the table.)

TGA: What’s changed? I wish I fucking knew, River, I really do. At least that way I wouldn’t be up most nights wondering why the heck I returned to this company and why everyone seems to be a step ahead of me. ALL OF THE TIME. You know that even after this meeting tonight I’m going to go back to the hotel and just lie awake. Not a chance I will be sleeping because I’ll be hearing the voices that are telling me what a disappointment I’ve been. Nowadays everyone is on your back and will pick up even the smallest dips of form that you have. Except my problem is that it isn’t a small dip; I’ve fell into a huge crater of failure!

You know that I haven’t pinned a guy this year? I was the longest reigning 6wF Champion this company had seen for years and I come back to see Crime Lord smash my record. I was supposed to be the TAW Champion and yet I’ve failed to impress so horrifically that I’ve been denied a rematch for a title I didn’t even lose fairly.

River: Then give up. If you think you’re that worthless then throw in the towel and admit you’re past it.

TGA: NO!

(TGA slams both his fists onto the table this time and finds himself on his feet. The entire room is silenced and those closest back away from him.)

TGA: I can’t leave. Not whilst Cobra goes unpunished for his crime and The Saint walks around with a TAW Title he doesn’t deserve!

River: Then that’s how you eradicate the doubt. July 2008 you were more focused than ever. I helped you beat GWC but from there you created your own legacy. Four years later, July 2012, and you come back and lay Crime Lord out for everyone to see. You are at your best when you have a target! And until you’re standing at the top of the mountain again there’s always going to be another target to go for.

There it was. The epiphany. What was it that had brought me back to 6wf every single time? It wasn’t just unfinished business; it was the fact that there was always someone who deserved to be punished. Irreparable backs and broken arms were nothing compared to the state 6wF would fall into if people like Crime Lord, The Saint and Cobra had their way.

(River shuffles his deck of cards and flicks one into the air. TGA snatches it as it falls and looks down at it.)

TGA: Cobra.

River: You don’t stop until he’s finished. Ignore what everyone is saying and just focus solely on what happens in the ring. Everyone says that’s what they do, but so few do it. Make yourself one of those who does.

TGA: I will. Cobra’s ran away from me for far too long and it’s time he faced The Godsent Athlete face to face. Hell, a career threatening back injury couldn’t keep me from saving 6wF from 6CW.

Saint gets up and raises the title belt as a little trickle of crimson creeps down his face,litter is thrown in the ring and he laughs before telling Sohail and AJ to hold Snake Eyes up,his face is a crimson mask after the chair shot and Saint grabs his face and holds the belt in front of him...

Saint:You'll never get this....you hear me Snakey....NEVER!

Saint dumps the belt on the floor and then pulls Snake Eyes clear and nails a huge Divine Force on the mat as the crowd boo even more....

DL:This is so wrong.....first they robbed Snakey of the belt and now they are beating him down

RJ:Shows what real men they really are....oh cmon....YOU'LL END HIS CAREER!

Saint picks the steel chair up and he wraps it around Snake Eyes head before pulling him forwards for the Saint's Row...

DL:He'll snap his neck!

*Lights go out*

RJ:IT CANT BE!

*Crowd pop

The curtain bursts open as a massive monster truck drives out through it and the crowd are screaming in anticipation,the car drives down the aisleway and then stops before the door opens up and out steps TGA....he has a fire burning in his eyes as he stares at the 6CW members in the ring....Saint looks as though he has seen a ghost as TGA walks forwards towards the ring...

DL:He's back....its really him RJ.....HELL AND BACK!

AJ Harvey rushes forward but is lifted up and slammed into the floor by the massive Black Hole Slam on the concrete,Sohail comes next with another steel chair but TGA gets his foot up and kicks it into Sohail's face before picking it up...SMACK!....He bounces it off SRA's head and leaves him down as the crowd pop even more and TGA jumps up on the apron and locks eyes with The Saint

RJ:Yeah...He's here for you Saint...Where you gonna run now tough guy?

TGA gets into the ring and Saint dumps Snake Eyes on the floor and launches forwards with a right hand but TGA blocks and rattles off two big rights and then a left uppercut,he bounces Saint off the ropes and whips him across the ring.....

DL:HELL AND BACK!...OH HO...ANGEL BOMB!

TGA slams Saint into the mat with the Black Hole Slam and stands up,he rips his vest in half and the crowd pop as he pulls the 6WF Champion towards him and powerbombs him into the canvass with earth-shattering power....

RJ:My god TGA is back....back in the 6WF....and he has just destroyed Drake's henchmen and the 6WF Champion...The Baddest Man in 6WF is back and he looks incredible!

TGA: Broken arms and legs couldn’t stop me from putting Crime Lord back in his place…

Crime Lord: I am truly the most dominant champion in 6WF History, and to prove this, I will hold this belt for a record amount of time. How can I be so sure of this? Because I have just beaten everyone on the 6WF roster in a match with the odds stacked against me, how are they going to beat me one on one?

Nobody can beat me one on one, nobody can beat me whatever the situation is…

???: Are you sure about that...Crimey?

Crime Lord: What idiot is messing around in production? This is my moment of celebration, sort it out already McGraw.

???: No-one is messing around in production Crimey...in fact they are doing this because I told them to...Lights please...

RJ:What the hell is going?

*The lights dim and a shadow appears on the stage...

MW:Oh my god RJ, is that who I think it is?

RJ:No it can't be Michael, impossible.

MW: IT’S…………..

Crowd:YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RJ:This is the loudest ovation I have ever heard, I am literally shouting into this microphone, THE NOISE INSIDE THE BRIMINGHAM BOWL IS INCREDIBLE!

Crime Lord:Show yourself already!

*The lights flicker back on, a man is stood on the rampway, his back facing Crime Lord and the loud chanting starts again...

RJ: I can’t believe this, Mike…..THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!!

MW:NO WAY IN HELL RJ! IT CAN'T BE HIM! IT IS! IT IS!

RJ:OH MY GOD!

The lights flash again and the speakers kick in...

"Just close your eyes" blares out over the speakers and the birmingham bowl erupts in the loudest cheers even witnessed in 6WF, the man on the ramp turns around slowly a big grin etched across his face, with Crime Lord looking on in shock.

MW:DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SETS FOLKS! THAT REALLY IS HIM!

RJ:I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES MICHAEL! HE IS BACK! HE IS BACK!

RJ & MW:TGA! TGA! TG-FREAKING-A IS BACK IN 6WF!

MW:CRIME LORD'S FORMER COHORT IN THE DYNASTY AND NEW DYNASTY!

RJ:I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT MICHAEL!

MW:TGA! AN ABSENCE OF OVER TWO YEARS BUT HE IS BACK TONIGHT FOLKS!

TGA:You weren't expecting me were you Crime Lord?

*TGA Drops the mic and sprints to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet.

Crime Lord goes for a punch but TGA blocks and fires off a series of punches into the head, backing Crime Lord into the corner. TGA pummels down on Crime Lord.

Crime Lord manages to lift a knee into the stomach, TGA stumbles back and Crime Lord runs at him with the title...

RJ:TO HELL AND BACK!

MW:TGA IS BACK!

*TGA goes to the top rope and stands tall, Crime Lord's body strewn in the middle of the ring.

RJ:What a way to end Lockdown folks...TGA IS BACK!

TGA: There’s no way in hell that I’ll let this doubt stop me from avenging Cobra for his actions!

River: Just don’t let me down.

(TGA and River exchange a solemn look and shake hands. TGA stands up and takes a couple of steps away from the table, before looking over his shoulder to River.)

TGA: Thanks for this. You really don’t know how much this means.

(River nods and TGA returns the gesture before walking away.)

The scene opens at a packed house show days before Redemption, the crowd in the arena are going wild chanting names of different 6WF superstars, many of the fans are holding aloft banners of support for favourite athletes. We then join RJ and Wire at ringside who are both dressed sharply in dark suits, both men have their headsets on and look ready to broadcast to the world, RJ lifts the microphone to his mouth but is cut off as the arena is cast completely into darkness, After a few seconds of silence the darkness is broker as silver and red fireworks explode from either side of the stage area, Last Resort then begins to resonate around the arena and the majority of the crowd begin to boo and hiss heavily. Steel steps out from behind the curtain to wall of noise, he is wearing his silver hoodie with the hood up, red wrestling shorts and white boots, Steel walks to the heart of the stage and surveys the crowd taking in the reception he is being granted, he shakes his head and begins to pace the stage area looking down at his feet as the crowd continue to act volatile to Steels presence. The voices of RJ and Wire can just about be heard over the noise of the crowd.

RJ: Steel looks nervous up the Michael, I have a feeling he is still having trouble adapting to this new found hatred from the people he once admired.

MW: you kidding me RJ: Steel in the main event at Redemption with a shot at the 6WF title, his stock has never been as high, these people are fools for abandoning him at a time when he is about to make history.

RJ: He hasn’t won anything yet Wire, let’s not forget the man standing in his way Keith Leone is a man he has never beat in singles competition his whole career and he’s had plenty of goes at it.

Steel stops pacing the stage and removes the hood covering his head, so that the fans can see his face clearly he runs his right hand through his hair and looks back at the ground shaking his head. Steel then looks back up and pretends to wipe a tear from his eye pouting his lips to massive boos from the crowd, he then begins to make his way down the ramp waving to individuals sarcastically with a smile on his face, as Steel reaches the ringside area he makes his way around to where the time keeper is sat and grabs a chair throwing it into the empty ring, he then picks up a microphone form the announce table before entering the ring himself, Steel proceeds to unfold the chair before slouching on it looking up at the curtain rubbing his chin with his free hand.

RJ: Do you think Steel has what it takes to win Sunday Michael.

MW: I think you would be stupid to write him off, he does seem to be running Leone closer and closer each time lately and now he has stopped pandering to these clowns and is concentrating on himself for once this could be his time.

Steel continues to sit on the chair as his music begins to fade out, he than lifts the microphone to his mouth and prepares to address the 6WF universe

GS: First off I would like to thank you all for that fantastic reception you just bestowed on me I greatly appreciate it, if I said I was a little surprised by the ferocity of it well that would make me a liar. Alex Walker said to me, he said the people who pay their money to come watch 6WF are predictable, that these people are sheep they just follow the flock there to damn unintelligent to make up their own minds, if someone tells them to clap they clap, if someone tells them to cheer they cheer and if for some reason they are told to disrespect somebody they will do so within the blink of an eye without question whether that person deserves it or not. He warned me that going up against the 6WF champion, I was likely to face some haters, simply for the reason of where I made my name, because I’m not a by-product of the 6WF ranks unlike Keith Leone. I’m seen as an invader coming to this company to loot and steal its most valuable possessions, all I have to say to that is I’m just here to make a living to do what I do best, entertain, what so I’m not allowed to show any sparkle of ambition you would rather I just sit amongst the guys going nowhere in this business, guys that in 6CW wouldn’t have been worthy of lacing my boots. So if you want to boo me fine go ahead as I much as I dislike it, I’m not going to tell you to stop, all I will point out to you purpose whilst you throw your insults and jeers, is if I’m the invader what does that make Keith Leone he deserted 6WF to come to the place he knew was the real giant of this industry a place not afraid to be different, to let the real talent shine, a place where he knew he could make his coin and now that gold’s run out, he returns the long lost hero. Now if I’m missing something here can somebody please point out to me just why he isn’t booed right out of this building, heck I would even join in but then I have a brain of my own and can make up my own conclusions, so you cheer him simply because that it was you are told to do, god forbid you should stop for a moment to question why?

The crowd begin to boo Steel heavily; he looks around the arena before shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

GS: I rest my case, there’s nothing more that needs to be said on the subject. What I do need to address though, or should I say who I need to address is my opponent this coming Sunday at Redemption Keith Leone. Now our pasts have been covered at lengths we have spent hours detailing every little victory, every championship win, yes I have to admit that in the past I have had little to celebrate, I’ve never really had any reply other than I’ll get you next time, and repeatedly I have been proven wrong and you have still beat me to the point where people ask me why, why do I keep trying, why do I even bother getting in the ring with you time after time when the outcome remains the same. The reason I keep trying Keith is because I know deep down that I can beat you , that I just need a little bit of fortune to go my way that I can capitalise on to finally put you to bed. I know that I am the extreme underdog going into this match Keith and I embrace that fact, nobody except one person believes that I can walk out of Redemption as the new 6WF world champion, that one person though Keith is me and that is all that matters, as long as I believe it doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks, the moment I start to doubt my own abilities is the moment you get a grip on the match and my opportunity that I have worked so god damn hard for has all but vaporised before my very eyes. That’s why this time Keith things will be different I’m not in the mind-set to play this one safe I’m coming at you right from the very first bell to the last one that declares me champion, I cannot afford to waste this opportunity, even I fear that if I do lose Sunday I may as well pack my bags and look for a career elsewhere, which is why I have no choice but to come at you with everything to lie everything on the line, to exhaust my entire energy supplies in an momentous effort to finally pick up that first victory against you, the Geoff Steel that enters Redemption will not be the same one that leaves, he will be the new 6WF world heavyweight champion of the world. Even if I only hold that belt for a matter of weeks Keith I will rest safe in the knowledge that it was you I beat, the one man who has been the bane of my existence throughout my career.

Steel pauses as the whole arena remains silent

GS: I will beat you Sunday Keith and I will take my place amongst the gods of this arena, I have no other option.

Steel get to his feet and places the microphone on the chair he takes another long look around the arena surveying the crowd who now resurrect the animosity, Steel nods before making his way to the ropes contemplating his exit

RJ: Not long to wait now folks Redemption is only days away and this seems like a show you are not going to want to miss, can Steel finally break the habit of a lifetime you’ll have to tune in to find out.

MW: I certainly can wait RJ, I want action now.

Steel remains stood by the ropes as the camera continue to film him

The Arena descends to darkness and a buzz comes amongst the fans, slowly the lights flicker through a rainbow of colours before settling on Green. A voice thunders over the arena.

Voice: IT IS WITH GREAT PRIDE.. APPRECIATION.. AND HONOUR.. TONIGHT LIVEEEEEE FROM BELFAST, I GIIIIIVE YOU THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE MAD DOG.. THE FIGHTING IRISHMAN.. FINLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Mad Dog coll bursts over the arena which is still covered in a green glow, the fans erupt for there hometown hero and before he is even through the curtains thousands take up a Finlay chant, finally the Irishman walks through the curtain, he's dressed in a dark green suit and with a bandage on his head from Lockdowns beatdown, he breaks into a broad smile as he stands in the Green glow of the Odyssey Arena. He takes his time going down the ramp high fiving young fans, signing programmes and t-shirts.

MW: Look at this guy, seriously is there any need to milk it this much, guys wrestle in there hometown every night of the week and we don't see this melodramatic rubbish !!

RJ: But Mike, those guys aren't Finlay and their hometown isn't Belfast, it's the return of a legend, 3 years in the making, and the crowd is loving every moment, without Finlay 6WF might never have become the huge attraction it is here in Belfast and throughout the island of Ireland !!

Finlay is stood in the centre of the ring as the fans who are all on there feet continue to chant his name. Eventually Finlay puts his hand up to silence the crowd who take a few seconds to settle down, there is a buzz around the arena as Finlay lifts the microphone to his lips.

Finlay: It sure is great to be back in the greatest city in the damn world, BELFAST !!!.... The opportunity to wrestle in one of the biggest matches of my career in front of my hometown crowd, my most loyal fans and friends is something I relish like nothing before. And lets not beat around the bush, this is one of the biggest fights of my career, for 3 months now I've been dealing with that unstable piece of dirt Scorpion, he thought he had me beaten, thought he had dropped me of the wagon and gloated and rested on his laurels while I came back stronger and better than ever. At Survival, on my return to the ring I brought Scorpion down a peg, I beat him 1..2..3.. In the ring, simple...

Now look at me standing in this ring, bandage across my head, my rips strapped up under my shirt, all because that bitter son of a bitch doesn't know when he's beat, that stupid twisted idiot doesn't know never to provoke a Mad Dog, never to cheap shot an Irishman. See Scorpion you might think you've been getting in my head these last few weeks, making me worry and ya know what ? You're partially right, you have been in my head, every moment of everyday I've thought about how clear it is that you need to be beat again, and again and again until you realize that you're nothing but a delusional coward.

When you came out after my match on Lockdown last Friday and tried to end my career only one thing saved me and that was Abe, he had my back, he has my respect and I know that when push comes to shove at Redemption me and Abe will walk out of here as winners. Get that into your head, dwell on it, think about it and prepare for it, because as far as im concerned once I beat you that's it, no more games, no more cheap shots, no more mid match antics, once I go to war with you at Redemption and kick your ass it's over, because you'll be over!!


See I don't know if its you or your "mystery partner" pulling the strings, making you think you have a chance, that you have the experience or the head for a fight like this, a head for the biggest battle of your career, an absolute brawl in the home of brawls, in my backyard in front of my fans. Whoever it is couldn't be more wrong... You think you've hurt me or improved your chances with your cheap assault, while you are wrong, i'm willing to go through hell on earth to beat you Scorpion and no injuries will stop that, nothing will stop that, when its just 4 men in this ring and only two are going to walk out, you can bet anything, everything you own that it's going to be me and Abe Abercorn.

Finlay rips the bandage of his head as he starts to get pumped up in the ring, he takes his suit jacket off and tosses it to the crowd before ripping his shirt off to show his bandaged ribs under, he points at them looking around to the crowd before tearing them off to massive cheers. Finlay stands in the centre of the arena lapping up the crowd who has once more risen to it's feet chanting his name.

RJ : Can you believe that 6WF Redemption is just around the corner? So many questions unanswered. So many possible permutations. This event could truly change the landscape of 6WF…. OH MY!

RJ is interrupted as “They Say” by Scars on Broadway blasts out around the arena, met immediately with a chorus of boos for the impending arrival of Cassius Zhi. The red haze descends around the stage, and the bright golden spotlights force their way through the billowing crimson cloud, illuminating sections of the crowd who shield their eyes from the glare.

MW : And nowhere is there more unanswered questions, more possible permutations, that with this man ‘Arj. What the hell is going through his head right now as he goes into Redemption against the unrelentingly dominant monster that is Lucas Takeo?

The brooding miasma parts to reveal Cassius Zhi stood centre-stage, eyes on stalks as he stares wildly at the ring in front of him, the calmness of his arms held loosely by his side is betrayed by intense protruding veins. Zhi begins to make his way to the ring, ignoring all the fans at ringside, deliberately slowly, not taking his eyes off the ring. Cassius stops at the ring post, placing his hand on it and staring intensely as he strokes the cold steel.

RJ : Cassius Zhi is in a chilling frame of mind, Wire. Look at him. Calm, calculated, cold! Look at the eyes… it’s just like Jessica said on Lockdown; there is nothing there!

Cassius runs his hand down the ring post, and then along the apron, slowly making his way to the corner to be handed a microphone. Zhi touches the second ringpost, seemingly transfixed by its potential for harm, and blindly holds his other hand out, expecting the microphone to be handed to him. He diverts his emotionless glare towards the commentators, who fall silent. A nervous stagehand places the microphone into Zhi’s hand, and he looks down to it inquisitively before rolling into the ring. Cassius steps into the centre of the ring and stares straight ahead at another of the ringposts, again spellbound by it as his music fades, to be replaced by jeers from the Belfast crowd.

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius breaks his manic glower and deliberately rolls his neck once, looking down at the microphone once more, then slowly raising it to his mouth.

Cassius : As to be expected, the juicy little worm has wriggled free from its hook. Though not before it had landed a tasty catch. A rather large… catch.

Cassius stares down at the mat, as if through the microphone in his hand, and continues.

Cassius : You know… Zheng and I used to fish a lot back in China. Not for sport… but just to get by. We used to go down to the water, pass away the day lost upon its gentle rhythm, excitedly returning home with something for the table. Something that we had worked hard for! Something we had earned! Something we could truly savour! Not like you. Not like you returning home from your sea of concrete, plastic bag in hand, and a soon to be gluttonously devoured tin of crushed mass-produce inside.

Cassius looks up into an already confused crowd, a derisive look upon his face

Cassius : Why am I telling you this? You just wouldn’t get it. In your land of infinite choice you WOULDN’T GET what I’m saying, would you? Because this idea… it can’t be summarised into a hash tag. Your simple brains are unable to compute any thought that lasts longer than a fleeting electrical impulse. The things I say require a response of which you are incapable… it cannot be distilled to the simplicity of a like or dislike! So instead of looking at me with that accusatory, sympathetic look upon your face, mistaking my open-mindedness for mental illness, simply listen…

Cassius scans the front row of the crowd, his sinister stare challenging a response which is met with various insults. Cassius smiles sadistically then turns his back

Cassius : So we would run home to our mother, Zheng and I, and we would produce our catch, and it really wouldn’t matter what it was. She would cook it… and we would savour…. it! We would be grateful for it! IT DIDN’T MATTER WHAT IT WAS YOU SPOILT BASTARDS!

And what I am saying is, and this is the bit you can tweet about, this is the bit you can like or dislike, this is the bit that you can boil down into your easy to digest thirty second capsule of soundbites for the braindead; that just like at Survival… where it didn’t matter that it was Keith Leone who I betrayed… that Keith Leone was just anyone… it really doesn’t matter now that the person I face at Redemption is not Miss Jessica, but Lucas Takeo!

Fans : YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

Cassius : IT DOESN'T MATTER!

Indeed, sometimes the smaller fish can be the much more delicious, and I do rue the opportunity to sink my teeth into her succulent flesh… I must admit that something a little more… substantial, will better serve to alleviate my hunger. And believe me Takeo… I AM HUNGRY! Hungry for retribution! Hungry for vengeance! Hungry for suffering! And if you are to be the embodiment of Miss Jessica’s treachery at Redemption THEN MY FRIENDS WE WILL HAVE A FEAST!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOO! TAK-E-O! TAK-E-O! TAK-E-O!

Cassius' eyes flare at the reaction afforded Takeo and paces towards the turnbuckle, clasping the ropes either side and staring wildly out into the crowd. Then he looks up into the rafters, taking a deep breath, then casually takes two steps back to his original position, calmly looking back down into the mic. He looks beyond it again, down at the mat, a distant glaze in his emotionless eyes. His tone is almost anecdotal.

Cassius : There is an ancient fishing method we use in China, where we use a cormorant. And what we do, is we tie a snare around that cormorant’s throat, and then allow them to catch the fish for us, as is their nature… leaving them somewhat cruelly unable to swallow their catch, and forcing them to spit them out upon the shore, before they choke.

Miss Jessica… is my cormorant, Takeo. A stupid, pathetic little errand girl… flapping around incessantly, unknowingly in servitude to me even now. And Miss Jessica, she has spat you out upon my shore, Lucas, thinking that her work here is done. Thinking that she is now free. Thinking that in victory, or even in defeat, you will save her.

But what Miss Jessica fails to take into account Takeo, is that once, like a fish in the open air, I have watched you suffocate at my feet... and once I have quenched my insatiable hunger upon your defeated carcass... that snare will still be around her throat... Miss Jessica will still be indebted to me. And I will destroy whoever it is she spits out again… and again… and again…. AND IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IT IS!

IT COULD BE ANYONE!

It could be anyone.

Geoff Steel remains standing by the ropes as suddenly “Limo Wreck” plays out and then fans go into a frenzy of cheers and a smirk appears across the face of Steel. For a few moments there is no movement at the top of the ramp, and then suddenly the fans cheer even more loudly as Keith Leone walks out from behind the curtain, a microphone in one hand and the 6WF World Title over his other shoulder. Leone remains staring at Steel for a few moments, before then walking down the ramp and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Leone then stands staring at Steel for a few moments longer as the crowd begins to die down, before Leone then raise the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Leone: First of all I want to address a serious misconception that you appear to have Geoff; you stated that you have a brain and are able to make up your own conclusions, well with this pandering to Walker and have of the drivel you’ve just spouted, I think we can all see that a brain is something you are severely lacking.

The crowd cheer again and Leone puts on a forced smirk as Steel simply rolls his eyes in an unimpressed manner at Leone, before Leone then carries on talking.

Leone: But I can’t go on being childish towards you for the entire time we are out here in this ring, as much as I want to. I mean there are a lot of points I need to address, and your belittlement of the fans is probably a key one, as it further confirms that little inferiority complex you have against me. I mean listening to Walker talk about the fans is like listening to Miss Jessica talk about the socio-economic climate of Iceland; it’s something he neither knows nor cares about. In 6CW he tried to rip the heart out of the company and he didn’t care that the fans were quickly abandoning him for it, and as for him calling them predictable and idiotic, I think he needs to look at the glass house he is building up first before he starts throwing stones. These people don’t care where you’re from Geoff, as much as you want to use that as an excuse, hell, look at how they cheer guys like Kenty and Lex. It’s not where you’re from that matters to them, it’s what you do now that makes all of the difference, and siding with a guy like Walker is not going to do you any favours with these people, much less with the guys who worked their asses off in the back to make this company the best in wrestling today, much as guys like the two of us built up 6CW before Walker tried to kill it. Actually that previous point helps to explain why I have “flip-flopped” around between 6WF and 6CW in the past, it’s all because of competition. When I started out here as some glorified stuntman, getting carried out of the arena on a regular basis, do you think these fans really loved me then? No, they understood that I had guts for what I was doing, but they just wanted me out of the way quickly so that they could watch guys like JJ Johnson, guys who’d actually earned their respect and admiration. I then went to 6CW for the simple reason that it was on the rise, and I wanted to help put the company at the top of the ladder, and that’s exactly what I did. With feuds with the likes of Dicey Reilly, Lex Hart and yourself, I helped make sure that by Night of Glory IV, 6CW was inarguably the “dominant” federation of the two, but it just didn’t last did it Geoff? Thanks to all the damage Alex Walker had already done, and you and your group of rag tag friends from TWA, you killed 6CW, so don’t talk about 6CW as if you’re one of its loyal supporters, because you’re not even if you wanted to be, but then again standing alongside Walker, we already knew you were no good. I then came back to 6WF because it was the top federation now, and with me here it has only grown from strength to strength. Now I’m not trying to say any of my actions are selfless, I’m as egotistical as any guy on this roster, but I have the intelligence to realise that being in the top federation will get me the most recognition, and that means on occasions you have to do the hard work to get a federation to that spot, but that seems to be something that Walker has managed to whip out of you along with your morals and self-respect. These fans cheer me because I did the hard work to make this company even better than it already was, whereas they boo you because you chose to give up that hard work you once put in and chose to adhere to Walker’s advice of not giving a damn about anything anymore.

Leone is visibly scathing at every mention of Walker’s name, which seems to amuse Steel slightly, but Leone’s pause is only brief before he speaks again.

Leone: But the fans are only a small part of the reason the two of us are going to war at Redemption, there is of course this (Leone raises the belt from his shoulder into the air, before lowering it back down), the World Title belt you covet so badly; my World Title. You think that one win at Redemption will exorcise all of those demons that you have; taking my World Title will instantly make all of our past irrelevant, and guess what Geoff this is one of those rare occasions that you are right. Heck you are even on a role that I do believe that you could take the World Title from me and get the victory over me you so desperately desire. In the past, you’ve never been able to beat me, but it’s never been a one sided affair, it’s always been a case of you being good and me being better. So on the last few occasions that I defeated you, I believed that part of the reason that I beat you was that you weren’t only fighting me, but you were also fighting that monkey on your back, that whisper in your ear telling you that “you can’t win this.” Well ever since Survival it’s clear you’ve gotten rid of all of those distractions, and if that was all you had done, then I would be in a very dangerous situation come Redemption, but in yet another dumb move by you, you listened to Walker too much. He helped to replace some of that inferiority complex with delusions of grandeur, and that has made this match even more difficult for you to win now. The reason you were always running me close was the respect we had for each other, that mind-set of being the underdog always made sure that you were constantly insuring that you didn’t put a foot wrong in our matches, and that prevented me simply capitalizing on a mistake by you to win our match. Now though, you may say that you’re the underdog in this match, but I know that Walker will have already got it into your head that you’ve won our match already. He’ll have told you all about the pressure being on me in this match, that you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. But remember this Geoff, when you get out to the ring at Redemption, and you suddenly realise that you’re in the Main Event against me, all of those fears and previous losses are going to come flooding back to you. Instead of being fully prepared beforehand for our match, you’re just going to have to deal with these emotions as we clash in the ring, and that’s only going to make that mountain for you to climb even more treacherous.

If you come out as the old Geoff Steel, the man with morals, principals and a backbone, then there is every chance you could walk away with this World Title and at the very least put on one of the matches of the year. You come out as this brown nosing Geoff Steel, the Geoff Steel that Alex Walker has created, and I’m going to make you wish that you’d never come to 6WF in the first place.

The crowd continue cheering as Keith Leone and Geoff Steel are locked in a stare down with one another.

Steel and Leone remain fixed to their purpose until Steel breaks the tension by walking to the chair and picking up the microphone he had placed there earlier, he then listens to the fans chanting Leones name and begins to pace back and forth staring at the ground, completely ignoring Keith who stands watching him.

RJ: Steel looks like he contemplating his next move here, he’s listened to every word that has formed out of the mouth of Keith Leone and is considering his actions.

MW: Just hit him already; let’s get a taster of what lies in store at Redemption

Steel then looks up from the floor and re-engaged his eye contact with Leone with a wry smile on his face, before lifting the microphone to his mouth.

GS: Well if it isn’t the man himself lets here it for your soon to be former 6WF champion

Steel claps his hand round his ear listening to the noise of the crowd, as the vocal support for Keith Leone continues, Steel simply laughs.

GS: You want to joke Leone fine well joke I’ve got all the time in the world, what’s gold and red and shimmers in the spotlight?

Steel waits for an answer, but Leone simply watches on unimpressed

GS: Come on Keith that’s an easy one, it’s that very title you hold in your hands once I’ve caved your skull in with it come Sunday.

Steel laughs at his own jokes as the audience show their displeasure by booing him

GS: Come on lighten up you have to admit that was funny, it was more entertaining than listening to Leone here witter on about how I’ve changed and how I should not be taking advice from a man who to date has made fortunes by being successful at the thing he does best running a wrestling company. Now I don’t know about you Keith but I don’t take advice from just anybody, I wouldn’t have a good long talk with the janitor in the back about where he thinks my career is heading or what I need to do to take myself to the next level. Now I haven’t lost all my marbles Keith I know Walker has done things in his past that even he admits he is not proud off, but what you must admit though Keith is that he made a name for himself in the process, oh but not only that he subsequently made you a star Leone, would people see you in the same light as the fighting champion if you hadn’t pushed yourself to the limit fighting Alex and his regime for the best part of a year, I’d be inclined to say no, he created the Keith Leone that stands in front of all these fans today. Like it or not Leone he’s done wonders for your career, so why shouldn’t I take advice from him, I don’t have to agree with every word he says I’m still my own man, I’m not a puppet, but the advice he has given me so far has propelled me to top billing. I haven’t lied, I haven’t cheated I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary, all I have done is show a little more initiative, the fact you say I haven’t worked hard for this opportunity is an insult, I’ve worked my feet to the bone for this company with little reward and it’s about time I reaped the rewards for that, we’ve not all had it as easy as you Keith we dint come straight back into the fold to be given a world championship shot, I came to this company and was put on the B show, me Geoff Steel the former 6CW world champion playing second fiddle to guys with half my talent. I played the cards I was dealt though I made an almost instant impact winning what may as well have been a wooden spoon, even then I’m forced to give away my spoon or face having McGraw dictate my every move, yes I was given a shot at TAW championship in receipt but that’s only what I deserved. A title I was inches away from winning outclassing everyman in my field, only for a returning has been to cost me because of he was scared of how fast I was climbing the ladder, he soon learnt the error of his ways and has hightailed it out of here. Survival another opportunity taken from by the glorified receptionist of 6WF who fell in love with a complete psychopath. So can you blame me Keith for doing what needed to be done, to ensure that going forward I get exactly what I deserve for a superstar of my calibre. It’s not me that’s changed Keith it’s the very environment I find myself in, this place is backwards all I have done is adapt to survive on this new horizon.

Leone goes to speak but Steel cuts him off much to his annoyance

GS: You say you want the old Geoff Steel to face you at Redemption Leone, that’s exactly what you’re getting; the man standing in front of you today is Geoff Steel same clothes, same outlook the only difference is now I have a bit more added bite. How these people see me and how you see me is up to you to decide you are entitled to your own opinion, I will respect that. What I won’t sit back and just take is when people start to question whether the only reason I am headlining 6WF shows around the country is simply because I have aligned myself with the man who makes the decision, I earned my billing in this company, so expect some retaliation for showing me a lack of respect, that doesn’t just go out to you Keith that goes out to all the guys in the back, you have a problem with me having my name in lights, seek me out and I’ll show you why it’s my name and not yours. The reason I know longer think, scrap that the reason I no longer know that I am inferior to you Keith is because I have removed the people from my corner who held me back, no longer will their words make me doubt my abilities, all that’s left now are the people who know where my strengths lie and share my desire to be a the top of the mountain, because that is my rightful place fact, I just hadn’t realised my full potential before, I won’t make that mistake again. I can feel that Monkey loosening its grip around and at Redemption I will cast it off completely and step fully into the light.

RJ: Who knows what may happen when these two immortals collide at Redemption Michael

MW: We get one hell of a show RJ, that’s what we get

Steel lowers the microphone and takes a step closer to Leone not breaking eye contact with a look of determination on his face.

Keith Leone and Geoff Steel maintain their stare for a while before Leone then smiles and backs off applauding slowly.

Leone: That was a good one Geoff, and perfectly believable that it would happen, hell there has been plenty of blood stains on the titles I’ve held before. I’ve got a good one though, what’s the difference between you at the moment and a Castrato? The castrato can sing at least.

Leone overemphasises his amusement of the joke by pretending to bend forward with laughter, meanwhile Steel waits patiently as Leone eventually stands back in a fully vertical position and begins to speak.

Leone: But in all seriousness, I’m glad that you haven’t changed at all and not started listening to people who shouldn’t be giving out advice, I mean listening to a guy say who had a commissioner almost killed would be ludicrous wouldn’t it Geoff? If you don’t want to listen to my advice Geoff that’s fine, even if it’s one of those once in a blue moon occasions when I’m actually trying to look out for someone who isn’t myself. Though this isn’t me advising you, this is me telling you, stay the hell away from Walker for the good of your career. I mean look at all of the members of Genesis and what they’ve done since then; Lex has become some mid-card nobody from World Champion inside of 12 months, Kenty has gone from one of the hottest prospects in wrestling to fighting with Lex, Jackson Black and Michael Sweetwater have disappeared from wrestling altogether and there have been a whole host of other wrestling casualties along the way. Walker isn’t a great GM and he’s certainly not got your best interests at heart, he’s nothing more than a user, or a vampire might be a better word for him. He takes you and sucks the life and power he needs from you, and then dumps you off into the pile of rejects that he used before you. People who are genuinely sorry for their pasts seem to try and reconcile themselves in the future in my eyes, whereas it seems that Walker is trying to repeat the past, only this time he’s not even sending his golden boy in to get the World Title, he’s sending just another one of his parasites. Surely that’s got to be a warning sign to you Geoff, Walker has given you all of this “advice”, but has mostly left you to get eaten alive by guys like me, whereas the moment Cassius gets into trouble, he’s personally there to ensure his safety. Walker doesn’t care about you personally Geoff, he just needs you to get the title away from me, because I’m a threat Geoff, and as you pointed out, a threat that he himself created. I do indeed realise that without Walker, there is a chance I wouldn’t be exactly where I am now; being able to beat him and Genesis single handed for months did help get me some attention, but my abilities are nothing to do with him. He can believe what he wants about me, but he has to realise the main thing he did for my career is ignite a burning hatred inside of me for him and anything he creates, and I do count this incarnation of “6CW” as one of them. Mark my words Geoff, when you fall Redemption and fail to win the gold, another guy will take your place, and you’ll be left to rot with the other carcases.

Leone starts to pace around the ring, circling Steel who merely remains standing still, not allowing himself to get involved in Leone’s mind games. Leone then smirks as he stands in a corner to the side of Steel and continues speaking.

Leone: But I do know that you worked hard for opportunities Geoff, and nobody can take away that in the past you’ve been given nothing for free, but over the past months, what can you say you’ve done? You got your ass kicked repeatedly before Survival, at Survival you came out second best to me and had it not been for Cassius’ interference there wouldn’t even be a “6CW” for you to be a part of. But low and behold you now have a World Title opportunity, I mean with all that I’ve said it’s clear you’re the man who really has earned his shot. This isn’t an adaption to do what it takes Geoff, this is you getting tired of being in my shadow and trying to take the cheap way to the top, I mean you mentioned Hero earlier and why don’t we look into that. Hero cost you the TAW Title, and then cheated you out of a victory at the next PPV and what did you do about it? Nothing that’s what. Had this been the old Geoff Steel, the Geoff Steel who won the 6CW World Title against all the odds, he’d have followed Hero to the ends of the Earth in order to get payback, but that interfered with your plans to kiss up to Walker and get him to help you finally get some recognition in this federation. If you really wanted to prove to me that you’ve worked for this title shot, then you shouldn’t have gone running to Uncle Alex in the first place.

Leone pushes himself out of the corner and walks over to be face to face with Steel now, taking care to adjust the World Title on his shoulder so that Steel looks down at it. Once Leone knows that Steel has noticed it, he continues speaking.

Leone: No matter what you say Geoff right now, I know this isn’t the real Geoff Steel, because the real Geoff Steel had a moral code and you, you lack any kind of moral fibre. Geoff it isn’t just Walker who helped to make me into the guy I am today, you did too. You made me realise the importance of having something to fight for that’s bigger than yourself, whether it be for a family back home, whether it be for the fans paying our salaries or whether it be for the safeguard of an entire company. You helped me become the biggest name in both 6CW and 6WF and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Alex Walker screw over the name of 6CW and the guys who once fought so proudly for it. So don’t worry about the guys in the back questioning you Geoff, don’t even worry about Danny McGraw calling you a coward and a puppet for aligning with Walker, because I’m doing it right here and right now. You want your name up in lights, well your shot is at Redemption, but before you get there, you have to go through a man who not only you have seriously ticked off, but Walker has as well. I thought you should just be reminded of that so that when they’re wheeling you out of the arena at Redemption, you know exactly who to thank for the predicament you’re in.

Keith Leone slightly snarls at Geoff Steel, who in turn looks coldly back at Leone, as the two men seem ready to come to blows with one another, and the crowd seem to hush in anticipation.

The door of the diner swings open and the bell rings announcing the first customers of the day

Roisin is in her mid thirties and has worked at the diner for the last few years ever since she moved to Belfast from Dublin to escape her violent ex husband, she wears the look of a woman carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, the cheap make up she wears is a sad attempt to reclaim her youth, the shortness of her skirt screams out her desperation to find somebody, anybody

She looks up from the counter and stubs out the half finished cigarette, grabbing a menu she attempts a smile

R: What'll it be fellas, full Irish breakfast? Two big handsome guys like yourselves need them muscles filling up, can't have you guys going to work on an empty stomach

The camera pans to show Lex Hart and Mr Kenty sat in a booth by the window, Lex takes the menu

LH: Two coffees please - If you give us five minutes on the food

Roisin: No bother - Is that an American accent?
Where you from sexy

Lex rolls his eyes
LH:Canada and if you wouldn't mind getting those coffees

R:Oh Jesus where are my manners of course right away
Canadian ay?? What brings you to these parts???

Lex looks up from the menu
LH: Coffee

Roisin a little taken aback turns on her heels and walks over to the counter. Behind the pass the chef waits impatiently

Chef: What they want

R: Just Coffee Aiden, they just want coffee

Chef: Coffee???? Tell the bastards this ain't no charity, they can't sit in here all day and just have coffee- Where are they from???

R: The blonde ones from Canada, I'm sure I know his face but his name..... It's on the tip of my tongue

Back at the table Kenty is pouring salt out from the dispenser into a neat pile on the table top

LH: What's the matter man, you don't seem yourself. I know this match isn't what either of us wanted but this is a great opportunity, think how good this could be

The men continue to stare neither man wanting to show any sign of weakness, Steel then begins to removes the hoodie pulling the top over his head and throwing it to one side before taking another step closer to Leone so they a virtually toe to toe with each other, both men share the same expression of disgust on their face.

RJ: I think you could be about to get you wish Michael this could boil over at any moment

MW: Who will make the first move though RJ, neither man looks like they want to back down?

Steel then slowly lifts the microphone to his mouth slowly, not making any sudden movements that may provoke an attack from Leone, he then begins to speak in a soft voice.

GS: You want to fight Keith, right here in this ring tonight I’m more than ready for you, I’ve been ready for weeks, I thought I could hold out until Redemption but I’m having the strong urged to bury my fist into that smug face of yours.

Both men snarl at one another, they’re hatred etched onto their skin.

GS: You name these guys in the back Keith, the likes of Lex Hart, Mr Kenty even there other Genesis friends and how you are afraid I will end up like one of them, you don’t need to worry about me Keith in fact the thought of you even having any quantum of pity for me chills me to the core. I will never end up like those who have sided with Walker in the past; I am too damn talented to left on the scrap heap. As much as you may think he is Walker isn’t or never will be the boss of me, I am my own man, I could leave this arena tonight and not talk to Alex Walker again and it would have little effect on my path to the top, I’ve shown these people now what they have been missing out on these past months, they wouldn’t have the audacity to overlook me again. I am Geoff Steel I am not a parasite, the reason walker spends his time having to deal with Cassius is because he is emotionally unstable he needs steering down a path otherwise he would wonder off and get lost, he’s a child in a grown mans body, whereas don’t need any looking after I have set goals and purposes and right now my purpose is take that title from you at Redemption, not because you are threat Keith but simply because this is my time and I deserve the accolade of being the champion of this company. You say I helped make and shape you into the competitor you are today Keith if that is the case then I will also be the man to break you, what are you going to do then Leone, once I have your number you’re going to have to learn a whole new game or are you just going to revert back to your old self a man not to dissimilar to the man your portray Alex Walker to be, a man who uses the people around him to get what he wants, a man who fights most of his battles with his tongue an agile mind rather than his fists. If you’re anything Leone you’re a hypocrite lecturing me about change when you yourself have changed your spots so many time you’re hardly recognisable to the man I first met, what’s more I doubt it will be the last reincarnation of Keith Leone that I will see in my time here.

Steels has an uneasy smile on his face as he takes a breather

GS: But then all this talk about me Leone, why we haven’t even covered your most favourite subject yourself, You asked me what had I done recently I could ask you the very same question. You’ve been carrying that belt around with you for nearly four months now Leone, how many times have you put it on the line in that period Keith? I’m looking back and I’m struggling to come up with an answer, hardly the fighting champion you claim to be, what are you Keith? Scared of losing the only thing that make you relevant in 6WF, scared of tarnishing this dynasty you’re hoping to achieve. You said my 6CW championship reign was hardly worth writing home about, well Keith at least there was actual something I could write down, your title reign could be summed up in two words, stop and gap, that titles only with you Leone until someone better come to take it from you and that man will be me Keith.

The crowd are vocal in their support for Leone, but Steel takes no notice and continues speaking over the noise.

GS: It was always going to come back to this Leone we seem to have a gravitational pull which brings us together when the world is ready for another war, only this time I am much better equipped and much better prepared. I am also overjoyed that the man I have to go through to make a real name for myself in the stars, is you Keith, that way when I beat you at Redemption and lift that title aloft there will be no questions of doubt in the minds of the masses in attendance as to who the biggest name in 6WF will be from that point forward, I can do that with these peoples backing or without it Leone I don’t need to rely on them to get me through anymore I have enough self believe in myself that to more than suffice, to even ask them to cheer for me well that would be me just being greedy, I don’t need anybody’s to cement my legacy.

Steel then lowers the microphone and laughs in the face of Keith Leone who stares angrily into Steels eyes

Keith Leone remains looking on in anger at Geoff Steel when suddenly Leone closes his eyes and starts to breathe deeply, calming himself down before opening his eyes and looking back at Steel.

Leone: Stop gap? Is that what they’re going to be calling this title reign? Well why don’t we set the record straight about that little idea. The only reason I’ve defended this title once on a PPV since I’ve won it is because no-one has had the guts to step up and try and take it from me. Don’t you think it’s odd that Saint and TGA had challengers’ week in and week out for the TAW World Title, and yet no-one came after? Hell, Marshall came after me and failed, so decided to go after the TAW Title instead. It’s because I’m the dominant World Champion and nobody wants any part of me, because why get humiliated by one World Champion when you’ve got a better chance against another. I’ve looked for someone to seriously challenge me, and guys have come close but never made real threats to me; Marshall Murdock, Chris Patricks, Cobra, all guys who’ve come for the belt and all guys that fell at my feet. Now though, we have a chance to amend that don’t we, after all the great Geoff Steel stands in front of me, the edgier and sharper new Geoff Steel stands here ready to become the World Champion I could never be. Well at least that’s what you’ve gone around telling everyone isn’t it? Maybe this is my golden opportunity to have my World Title moment of finally shutting your mouth and showing your sugar daddy Alex Walker that I’m still as dangerous as ever. What do you say Steel, still want to fight this stop gap of a World Champion?

Steel smirks at Leone’s anger, before Leone then again pauses to take a few breaths to calm himself down before continuing to speak.

Leone: Back onto those names though Geoff, there is something else which should worry you greatly about them, and that’s that they don’t only have an alliance with Walker to make them similar to you, they also have the fact they made an enemy out of me. Before you sided with Walker I always saw you as one of my greatest adversaries Geoff, a man who would forever be there to fight me and give me the matches I needed to cement my legacy further, now though you’ve managed to make yourself an enemy, and that’s not a smart move. Unlike with an adversary, an enemy is someone that needs to be removed, and when you look back through my career, I have gotten rid of most of my enemies one way or another, and at the rate we’re going you’ll be no exception Geoff. You can think that you’re too good to end up on that scrap heap, and you can talk about leaving Alex Walker and making your own name, but unless you do that sooner rather than later it’s exactly where you’re heading, I mean look at Jackson Black, he was almost a World Champion after just 6 months of being in 6CW, 6 months! Now look at him, oh wait, you can’t because no-one has a god damn clue where he is. All of this happened because he sold out to Alex Walker in the first place, and by the time he got away from him it was much too late, but with you it’s even more dangerous as with the psychopath Cassius at his side, Walker has some serious power at his disposal. Don’t let yourself get tricked into thinking that Cassius needs to be guided by Walker, Walker wants Cassius unleashed for now, he wants him causing chaos and terror in order to make Walker’s transition to total power more swift and simple. You’re the disposable one at the moment Geoff, as the saying that Cassius seems obsessed with at the moment goes, “you could be anyone”, Walker just needed someone with some talent to try and get me out of the picture. Your clock is running down Steel, and there’s two ways to stop it doing so; firstly, you can beat me for the title, but as much as you want to think that you’ve got my number, right at the moment even you have to realise that’s not true. You have too much riding on this match, and couple that with my desire to tear apart Walker and his goons, and you have an unwinnable match coming up at Redemption. Choice number two is to change now whilst you still can, tell Walker to shove it and go back to being the Geoff Steel who we all know will one day win the World Title once again on his own merit, not by loving up to one of the GMs. This change argument though does apply to me too, I have changed a lot since I started out here, I’ve been a dare-devil, an executive, a sociopath, a rebel without a cause and I’m now the man defending not only my honour but the safety of 6WF with Alex Walker now around. But yes, this isn’t likely to be the final version of Keith Leone, but here’s a little thing Geoff, I’ve learnt from each of my previous “characters”. I took what worked and kept it with me, and dumped the rest; I learned from my mistakes as it were, you on the other hand seem to have done the opposite.

Leone then takes the World Title belt from over his shoulder and then holds it down by his side as he goes to speak once again.

Leone: We do seem to be doomed to do this for the rest of our careers Geoff, no matter what federation we end up in, one way or another we’re put into the ring together, this time however, I’m much better and more dangerous than I have ever been. I have a reason to fight, I have support and I am definitely wiser than I was the last time we fought one on one in a PPV match, though you already got a taste of that at Survival. You on the other hands have lost your power, you’ve lost your morals and even your very beliefs, you sold your soul to the devil and it will cost you even more dearly than you may realise. At Redemption, you may think you can kill what you helped create, but much like Frankenstein, it will be the creature you created that ultimately will be the cause of your downfall.

Keith Leone then raises the World Title into the air above his head as the crowd cheer loudly and Leone smirks as Geoff Steel glares at Leone.

*Cassius Zhi is stopped mid sentence as “From Yesterday” blares out and the crowd erupt into cheers 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. He starts to pace from side to side, whilst Cassius watches him intently. He picks up a microphone, and begins to speak.*

Takeo: "So we meet again Cassius. Cassy. Cass."

*The crowd chant "TAK-E-O! TAK-E-O! whilst Takeo paces from side to side, before stopping and looking at Cassius, smirking.*

Takeo: "I've been brought in. Drafted in by The Consultant. Poached. Selected. Whatever you want to call it, I am the man who will defeat you at Redemption, Cassy. A wise choice, because as it is well known, I am the most dominant superstar in this company right now."

*Takeo raises one arm, still staring at Cassius, as the crowd cheer*

Takeo: "Remember this Cassy?"

*Takeo points up at the titantron, which flickers into life*

Cassius leaps to his feet, he starts twitching violently and shouting down at Takeo again...”STAY DOWN JOHNSON, STAY DOWN!” Cassius then walks towards the ropes, he is staring down at RJ...

MW: Shit RJ, get under the table!

Zhi continues staring down at RJ before then staring around the crowd. Cassius walks towards the opposite side of the ring, looking up the ramp.

RJ: He has completely lost it Michael!

MW: This is just plain weird ‘Arj, we know that Cassius is prone to mini spells of madness but this has been prolonged. It’s been happening for 4 months.

RJ: No-one can snap him out of it, not even Jessica.

Cassius turns around...

MW: TAKEO! CHOKESLAM!

RJ: Oh wow what a move!

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

MW: Oh my god.

RJ: I don’t believe it, Lukas Takeo has just defeated Cassius Zhi.

*The video cuts out, and Takeo pulls his arm back in, still looking at Zhi, now chuckling*

Takeo: "How did that feel Cassy? What was the pain like? Go on tell me..."

*Takeo gets into Cassius's face, and smirks*

Takeo: "...You don't need to tell me. I can see it in your eyes. They tell me all I need to know about you. Your words merely confirm it."

*Takeo takes a step back, and breathes in the air of the arena*

Takeo: "You can't destroy me Cassy. I will be the one and only opponent Jessica will spit out. The one opponent that will be needed to defeat you Cassy. You can't destroy me, and I'll tell you why..."

*Takeo gets into Zhi's face again, intense now*

Takeo: "Because just like at Born in Fire against JJ Johnson, you won't be able to get it done. Cassy."

*Takeo chuckles in the face of Zhi, whilst the crowd chant TAK-E-O! TAK-E-O!*

The scene opens with a night time shot of a huge country house down near Monaco as you can spot the sea in the distance as the house is perched on a hill. You can spot a swimming pool, a tennis court on property as we slowly zoom in to the front entrance where “Manoire Dubois” is written on top of the door. The scene then goes into a room where Dubois is seen staring at his title cabinet where it has been separated into two sections. One 6CW section and one 6WF section. On the 6CW side the World Title is proudly displayed on the top shelf with the 6CW Tag Team title just underneath it, as on the 6WF the Internet Title is perched on the middle shelf, and the Freeweight Title underneath it. Dubois then turns around.

JD: Redemption….What a fitting name for a PPV…It is as if it was written in ze stars…As if it was written dat finally Dubois will get ze Redemption he deserves in ze 6WF. And trust me when I say dis isn’t sour grapes or anything like dat but ze fact you have Keith Leone, and Geoff Steel in ze main event ahead of me, when I have beaten dem quite frankly makes me sick! Dey were men who failed to live up to ze hype and bailed on 6CW when it needed dem! Ze fact dat Steel, Cobra and fricking Udo Berg were in team 6CW and not me was quite frankly a spit in my face and a mockery of everyding dat 6CW stand for! None of zese even get close to ze caliber, and abiity dat I represent! People can say all zey want saying dat dose men deserve to be zere ahead of me, but fact speak for demselves! I am a former 6CW World Champion ze ell did Udo Berg do dorughout his entire time in 6CW ozer dan repeating his stupid German name on a regular basis! He is nodding more dan a cheap imitation of Anorld Whatever his name is!

So when people ask Dubois do you feel under valued and disrespected here in ze 6WF my answer is…BIENSUR!!! I am looked down upon for being a man who is proud of his origin, who speaks ze truth, and who brings someding zis sport desperately lacks…Integrity and Culture! Ze fact dat I have been in zis company for over 5 years and not even mentioned in ze same light as Ze Saint, and JJ Johnson is an insult, and shows ze discrimination zis company displays towards “Foreigners”. Back in ze old 6CW it was true test of seeing who was ze better men, some of ze greatest matches in wrestling history were in 6CW, and not in ze 6WF. My success from 6CW is what is holding me back here. Ze men at ze top fear me and know what I am capable of…

Dubois then pauses as he lights out one of his custom made cigarettes and stares into the camera as he slowly blows out the smoke.

JD: Come Redemption, Dubois is going to continue to do what he does best. When my music hits, I am going to stride down dat ramp, enter ze ring with grace, and beat ze oly ell out of anoder man who was nodding more dan a disgrace to ze 6CW name! A man who failed to achieve anything, and a man who quite frankly doesn’t deserve to be in ze same ring as a living legend such as myself! Hidari I don’t dink you have a single idea how much of a miss match zis is…It will be like Real Madrid facing Stockport County…As soon as dat bell rings you will come to realize dat you are out of your depth, and dat Captain Culture is just and always will be better dan you! And better dan every single man in zis company!

In other words ze “Capt’n is gonna make it happen!”. And anyway Hidari you don’t even deserve to be in zis match I mean zis is for ze “European Title”, and last time I checked you are from some backward country dat eat dogs, and suicide demselves, somewhere in ze far East! You not even from Europe! I on ze otherhand come from ze greatest country in Europe. One of ze founding fathers ze EU, and of Europe itself! France! A country dat prides itself of have ze best Art, Music, Culture in ze world, with ze greatest Cuisine, and fahion! So enjoy your moment in ze limelight Hidari, because after Redemption you will be just dat man who lost like all ze others to Jerome Dubois!

Dubois then stubs out his cigarette as he then makes his way over to his 6WF Cabinet as the camera move upwards a space has been made where “European Title” is written just underneath.

JD: And after Redemption, I will be where I belong one step closer to capturing yet another title and doing what I do best. Making a Championship relevant once again! I did it with Internet title where I became ze longest reigning Internet Champion in 6WF History and carried it with Honour and prestige for over 6 months. I did once again with the Freeweight Title, and I will do it once more with ze European Title. And den everyone in ze 6WF won’t be able to ignore me. No more will ze entire 6WF management be able to turn a blind eye…. Ze people will be force to pay attention…Zey will be forced to stand up and take notice…Dat Jerome Dubois is not a man, but an Athlete of ze highest caliber dat deserves to be taken seriously! Because ze Crème always rises to ze top! Now come on give “Ze Cap!” a Pop!!!

Dubois stares intensely into the camera as the scene fades to black.

Cassius’ nostrils flare as he goes face to face with Takeo, looking up at the man who towers above him. Takeo sneers calculatingly as the fans bay for a reaction from Zhi. Cassius holds Takeo with an icy stare, then gives up a grimaced smile himself.

Cassius : I will be able to get it done, Takeo. Believe me.

I have lived Born in Fire over and over inside my head a million times and more since becoming reacquainted with JJ Johnson via his furred manifestation, and every single time… I have won! I know I can beat JJ Johnson. I have seen it now! I know I can beat JJ Johnson, I know I can beat the best, and that means I know I can beat you too Lucas Takeo.

If I awoke tomorrow morning, Takeo, and it was November 30th 2012 all over again… I would win! And all I need is one shot at Redemption… and I will win! But for now, like I said, it doesn’t matter who I find myself staring across the ring at… I….. WILL WIN!

Cassius shouts in Takeo’s unflinching face, then seethes a restrained laugh

Cassius : I am hungry for revenge for that moment on November 30th, Takeo. To take a torch to that darkest moment of my being and cast it ablaze. I am hungry for revenge for that moment Takeo… as hungry as I am for revenge upon Jessica… as hungry as I am for revenge upon 6WF… So do your really think it is wise to elicit such a vengeful lust to put right your victory over me too? DO YOU THINK IT IS WISE TO RUN THAT VIDEO AND STOKE THOSE VENGEFUL FIRES EVEN FURTHER?

Cassius takes a step back

Cassius : Or is that all you have?

For all your power. For all your brute strength. For all your barbaric inhumanity. Is mere footage all that you have against me?

Cassius looks at Takeo with a mock pitiful disappointment.

Cassius : From walking into the most ferocious man-made terrain of all time and destroying five men on your debut… to joining Jessica and 6WF to fight on a battleground of sex, lies and videotape?

Cassius shakes his head and turns his back on Takeo, staring out into the crowd. He points behind him, up at the screen.

Cassius : Forget about how that makes me feel, Takeo. Instead, tell me how YOU feel? Tell me how you feel, finding yourself… a biological freak who should be feared… cheered to the rafters by these people? Knowing what they stand for?

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius : Look inside your blackened heart, Takeo. Look at THEM! And tell me what it is that they are hailing? OPEN YOUR EYES AND TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU ARE FIGHTING FOR!

The honour of 6WF? The honour of Jessica?

The Corporation…. Or the slut?

Cassius turns back to face Takeo, cocking his head inquisitively.

Cassius : Such a damning indictment of what this sad, morally inapprehensible nation holds valuable.
Such a damning indictment of what you see worthy to fight for, Takeo.

The Corporation… Or the slut!

Money… and sex!

Cassius takes another step towards Takeo, cocking his head in the other direction, so close that he is breathing on the monsters neck

Cassius : The saviour… of the soulless. Tell me Takeo… how does that…. feel?

*We cut back to "Part 2" as Kuinshi is seen still standing at the bus stop looking down as Sandra approaches him*

Sandra: Well, had a productive week? Cried a lot? Felt sorry for yourself?

Kuinshi: Get lost...

*Sandra stands next to him as she sighs*

Sandra: You think no-one has it as bad as you, you think all the pressure is on you because you need to get back into 6wf. I want you to answer a question though Kuinshi. Why do I wear sunglasses?

*Kuinshi looks at her puzzled as she smiles*

Kuinshi: Because you can?

*Sandra looks unimpressed and slaps him across the face and he tries to hit her back on instinct but she dodges so he catches her sunglasses and takes them off her. He stares at her with a puzzled and suprised look as she nods*

Sandra: How? Why? Are the obvious questions you are asking? Well, I think you will understand in time. You have no right to complain now do you?

*Sandra puts back on her sunglasses and smirks*

Kuinshi: Not now, though is that another reason you chose me? to rub it in my face?

Sandra: How dare you even think like that! I am here to help you get back to the top and you think I want to bury you! I am here to show you, to tell you that if I can climb back up from this then you can climb back and become even better than ever. At the moment I can see much clearly than you and I bet you are thinking I shouldn't be able to but I can because I was told again and again about my disadvantages and I got sick of it! I trained myself to be better than I was and I keep training myself every day to prove them wrong constantly. I listened to your matches and interviews and all I heard was sadness, pain, defeat. I don't want to hear that ever again from you and that has been my motivation to help you the past few weeks. I will admit that progress has been slower than I liked it to be but I am still going to help you and I don't care how long it takes!

Kuinshi: I admire your drive and determination Sandra but I can still hear them constantly...

Sandra: You always will! I always hear mine and they bug the hell out of me! I learned how to understand them and you will to with my help!

Kuinshi: They don't bother me in the ring! Why do you think I want to silence them so much!?! They scare me!

Sandra: Yeah, I get it! GET USED TO IT!! Fear can be an ally in life and you have to understand that! Fear needs controlling however and you need to find your way of doing it.

Kuinshi: Yeah...if I got back in the ring it...

Sandra: NO! that is just ignoring it and that is what many other guys have done like Hidari, Scorpion and Cassius Zhi is an extreme case of fear ruling over him! You are going to find your outlet and you are going to be better than them! You spoke of Truth and how you wanted to make others see that your truth is the best. Well if we discover your outlet then you can be the absolute best in the buisness and we are going to start from the beginning! I have ordered Redemption for us to watch and we are going to do it!

Kuinshi: So I watch the action this Sunday and then what, we go to self help classes and have Church bake cookies?

Sandra: No, we go to Lockdown and we continue to work with your fear. I just confirmed it with 6WF staff. We are going to Lockdown and we are going to show the world that Kuinshi is back!

Kuinshi: Alright, if this doesn't work then I blame you.

*Sandra and Kuinshi look at each other with unease and nod before walking away together*

RJ: I’m hearing now that former TAW Champion TGA is on his way to the ring.

MW: He’s found himself in a bit of a rut lately and I’m sure he’ll want to pull himself out of it as soon as possible.

(As Wire finishes speaking, the lights dim and smoke starts to gather around the top of the stage. ‘Just Close Your Eyes’ hits the sound system and the Belfast crowd go wild. A shadow appears in the smoke and the noise intensifies further when TGA steps through into the spotlight.)

RJ: A consummate professional, you just know he’ll be focusing 100% on Cobra this week.

(TGA slaps hands with a few fans on his way down, but for the majority of the ramp he just jogs down to the ring. He wanders over to RJ and Wire.)

MW: Is he going to join us down here?

(The empty chair beside RJ is picked up by TGA and thrown into the ring. By this stage the crowd have begun the usual ‘T-G-A!’ chant and RJ and Wire just look perplexed by TGA’s actions so far.)

RJ: I’m not quite sure why he needs a chair. Is he just going to start attacking the ring?

(TGA slides into the ring and sets the chair up. He takes a seat and waits for the noise from the crowd to hush.)

MW: You see what this business has done to you Arj? A man picks up a chair and your first thought is he’s going to use it as a weapon.

RJ: But that’s not just ‘a man’, Wire. TGA is known for his short temper and aggressive nature. It’s not as if Gandhi just walked down to pick up a chair.

MW: That’s because he’s dead, Arj.

RJ: Not the point I was making…

(The crowd is finally quiet enough for TGA to begin speaking. He raises the mic to his mouth and gazes to the rafters.)

TGA: The Odyssey Arena… I suppose my entire 6wF career can be described as an odyssey. Five arduous years spent searching for a kind of validation. My own quest to become the greatest superstar that 6wF has ever witnessed. I’m not one of those wrestlers who gets in the ring week after week just because I have to. No. Every time I step foot inside the squared circle I do so because it’s another shot at goal; another chance to strike fear into other people. It’s never been an easy job, I mean when you have to go toe to toe with some of the most terrifying people you’ll ever meet, you sometimes get scared yourself.

Not often. Don’t you even entertain the thought that I get scared often. But there’s times: times when you feel down and out, times when you’re lost, times when you just don’t know what’s going to happen. Those are the moments that define your career. There’s a very thin line between fear and excitement. Wrestling pushes you to your limits and the lines blur and you just know the only way to get out is to come out fighting.

(TGA smirks to himself before speaking.)

TGA: But facing Cobra at Redemption is not one an occasion that incites fear.

(At this the crowd pop.)

TGA: Ripping Cobra to pieces at Redemption is a prospect that excites me! I’ll admit at first thought, Cobra seems like a formidable opponent. We’ve all heard about his accomplishments all over the world, but have any of us actually got a chance to match him? He can reel off a list as long as my arm of all the titles he’s won, but they all mean absolutely nothing until he’s proved himself here. You might have done it here once upon a time Cobra but then you bailed. You ran off to a smaller pond so that your ego could get the boost it so desperately needed!

I don’t care if you’ve wrestled in Japan, Australia, America, Germany, heck, I don’t care if you’ve travelled to the freakin’ Antarctic and wrestled a polar bear! It is all irrelevant because you have NEVER BEAT ME! You might think that you’ve been getting the upper hand these past couples of weeks because of the victories you’ve got. All of it bullshit because you have never really beaten me. And you never will.

One on one is a completely different ball game Cobra. I know you might brag about your snake-like bites and strikers, but get ready to feel how a real snake bites. I’m done with the messing around and I’m ready to put it all on the line and finish you forever. No one would even remember you were back in 6wF if it wasn’t for me making you famous. You’re petulant attack in that title match pissed me off, hell, it still does. But I’m not hiding backstage taking apart locker rooms any more.

Why should I have to hide my anger?

(A slow chant of ‘Teej is gonna kill ya!’ breaks out in the crowd and TGA just stares icily down the ramp.)

TGA: Why waste all this built up frustration on a little bit of metal when I can put it into putting you through hell. You might think that you’ve gotten inside my head and that you’ve already won. You are forgetting that I am a man that has strolled into the fiery depths of hell, stared the devil himself in the eyes and walked straight on back up! People have tried and tried to keep me down, but they have never succeeded in keeping me out! I am the goddamn song of a bitch that you will never escape from Cobra! You think we’re finished after Redemption? Hell no! We are not finished until the day that you aren’t fit enough to step inside a 6wF ring again!

You think I’m joking? Why don’t you march your ass down here and see just how serious I am!

Steel stares at raised championship belt for a few seconds almost transfixed in a day dream state, he breaks his gaze only to lock eyes with Keith Leone before lifting the microphone back to his lips with a smirk on his face.

GS: That’s right Leone you enjoy your last few moment with that title because at Redemption that belt is coming home with me, don’t worry it will be going to a much better home ill even make sure you are the first guy I tweet when that belt has the real name of a champion on it, not some guy afraid to defend it because he’s scared of what the outcome may be. You can build it up all you want Leone that guys in the back are running in fear of you, how nobody wants to get in to any sort of confrontation with Keith Leone for dread of what form of backlash they may face, the fact that you have almost persuaded yourself that you are untouchable is almost pathetic Keith and right now that makes you vulnerable, I’m not running scared from you Keith, hell no I’m running straight at you and I’m not stopping to ask any questions, I’ve never been nervous of getting in the ring with you or worried that I may get my as kicked so bad that I daren’t sure my face for the shame of it, you don’t have that control over me like you may have some of the other guys in the back Keith, there is no aura of greatness that surrounds you in my eyes, the only entity I have to fear is fear itself. My mind is clear Keith I don’t have inkling of the inevitable defeat like I used to have, before you would have won the battle with me before we entered the ring because I let you get in my head, not this time Keith I’m wise your tricks, when I look back at all the times we faced I see a man get in the ring that looks like me and sounds but lacks confidence and believe, I am almost ashamed to think that you did that to me, you took away the respect I had for myself with that wicked tongue of yours, now though I see you for what you really are Keith and it makes me smile because you have no idea what’s coming for you at Redemption, your planning on the Geoff Steel getting in that ring with you to be the predictable excuse of a man with no killer instinct, he doesn’t exist anymore Keith that’s why this time I have the upper hand.

RJ: Steel sure does sound confident Michael, Even I’m starting to believe that he could walk out as champion come Sunday.

MW: I don’t think it’s just you RJ, I can’t recall a time has sounded so determined.

Steel points towards the title then back at himself a look of resoluteness on his face.

GS: Yet still you question do I really want to face Keith Leone? I don’t just want to face him, I want to devour him, eat him alive and then spit out what remains for the whole world to see you for what you really are, nothing but a manipulative, deceptive, self-absorbing yellow bellied weasel.

The two men stare at each other nostrils flared as the crowd reign down insults on Steel. Steel then steps back and winks at Leone.

GS: Even I know that these are just words Keith and I haven’t proven anything yet, typical Geoff Steel all talk no substance that’s what people will be thinking, but I’m not, you won’t get that title defining victory over me you so desperately want Keith, a win you want secretly more than you are letting on because even you know that beating me will pretty much make every other defence a piece of cake, nobody else knows you like I do and can push to new found levels, only this time I assure you, you won’t have an answer for what I am about bestow upon you. Then what Keith Leone will need to learn is his place right at the back of the line far from view out of harm’s way, where as I will be riding high looking down on the people in this company that said I would never amount to anything that I was past my best, when I am the 6WF champion Keith me an you will have a little talk about just who the disposable one between us is and it won’t be the man with gold strapped around his waist. I won’t need anybody by my side not Alex Walker, not Cassius Zhi and most certainly not you with you oh so wise words of wisdom, I will be the star, the main attraction, the name every person looks for because that is where I deserve to be on the shoulder of giants.

The crowd begin resurrect the hostility towards Steel who simply ignores them

GS: This isn’t a fairy-tale Keith; this story has no happily ever after for you. No what this is, is a tragedy the story of a man who had the world under his spell and the people loved him, until an even greater adversary came and took away his ill-gotten throne and left him with nothing exactly what he deserved, the people that loved him abandoned him and all that was left for him was the memories before he wasted away into nothingness. That’s what’s in store for you at the final bell Sunday Keith I hope you’re ready to face your destiny? Just as I am ready to greet mine.

Steel lowers the microphone, a resemblance of joy on his face as he looks around the arena, before casting his gaze back at Leone.

We cut to the Fanatic's lair where we see him sitting, his painted face lit up by a broad red light.

F- Not Long To Go, Not Long Until The Dark Destroyer Rises From The Ashes, Not Long Until Blood Will Pour And Tears Will Fall. Not Long Until, I Get My Revenge And My Redemption.
Soon And Very Soon, Everyone Will Once Again Remember What They Had Forgotton, What The Fanatic Really Is Capable Of Doing

The Fanatic Rises From His Seat And Walks Towards The Exit Of The Lair

F- Its Time

Keith Leone begins to smirk at Geoff Steel’s look of joy, before he then looks around the arena and listens to the “Leone” chants, before he then raises the microphone to his mouth.

Leone: I’d keep that little thought of success in your mind Geoff, because by the time Redemption is done, you’ll have very little to smile about.

Steel and Leone stare down each other once again with a more intense glare, before Leone then goes and rests on the ropes behind him before he speaks again.

Leone: All of this talk about how the belt’s going to a better home, how you’re going to tweet me about it having an honourable name, etc, and yet you still don’t seem to understand that it’s for that very reason that you’ve already lost at Redemption, and I haven’t even had to lift a finger. You already think you’re the World Champion; you’re rehearsing your champion’s speech in your head as we speak all because Walker has told you that you’re going to do it. You’re so focused on what you’re going to do following that match that you’ve forgotten that you actually have to wrestle at Redemption, and that’s the weakness that this incarnation of Geoff Steel has, you can’t keep order in your mind. As I said earlier, you’re going to walk down to that ring at Redemption and then have that moment of terror as you realise that not only do you have to actually wrestle to try and win this title, you have to beat the best of the best in me to do so, and at that point maybe that stupid grin will disappear from your face. I mean really, “the only entity I have to fear is fear itself”, I’ve never heard a more rehearsed line in my life, and Walker is definitely pulling the strings now as there’s no way in hell that your brain could cope with thinking of that as well as planning what gutter you’re going to sleep in after Redemption. You need to wake up and find that old Geoff Steel, the Geoff Steel who held the 6CW World Title with pride, the Geoff Steel who fought Alex Walker until he was physically unable to continue. That Geoff Steel might have lacked the confidence to beat me, but he more than made up for that with guts and determination, something that you currently lack. The old Geoff Steel could at least come down to that ring and fight with some form of dignity and would actually give me a fair fight, you on the other hand are just glorified cannon fodder that Walker hopes gets lucky this one time. Trust me Geoff, I know exactly what’s coming for me at Redemption, and I’m going to greatly enjoy beating some sense and respect back into you.

Leone winks at Steel who keeps glaring at Leone. Leone then looks down at his title momentarily, before looking back up at Steel and smiling smugly before continuing to speak.

Leone: You can say all you want that you’re charging straight for me Geoff, but I know that Walker must have reprogrammed your mind to be interested in one thing, and that’s the belt I hold in my hand right now. Your entire mission statement is to take this title away from me because it means that new found ego of yours can be soothed, and it’s simply an added bonus that you get to take down the “bad guy”, or at least the guy that Walker has told you is the bad guy. I may well be manipulative and deceptive Geoff, but look at you, all of that time waving the white flag and getting the people on your side before then spitting in their faces, the very people that supported you in getting to that position atop the wrestling food chain as it were. You’re either even more deceptive than I supposedly am, or you’re just a spineless sell-out, and quite frankly I’m not sure which is worse, either way you certainly don’t deserve the glory that this belt would bring you. But I do guess that along with all of these changes, you probably do have something in your arsenal that I won’t be ready for, something which will shock the world no doubt. The problem with that though is that I’m no stranger to fighting against adversity, fighting against an opponent I don’t even know, I guess it’s something you have to learn to be able to fight in the big leagues. On the opposite side of that, you do know me as well as most, you knows every trick I use and that should give you an advantage, unfortunately for you the key word in that phrase was the word “should”. It should have given you an advantage at Survival, but it didn’t, it should have given you an advantage when we fought in singles action beforehand, but it didn’t, and it never will. You know my moves but you still have nothing to fight them with, you don’t know how to fight me correctly and that’s why you always come up second best, and with all of this celebration planning for after Redemption, I highly doubt you’ve take then time to figure out how to do so.

Leone then pushes off the ropes and walks towards Steel, who seems ready to fight, but Leone then shakes his head to him and continues talking.

Leone: This match at Redemption doesn’t solely make my World Title reign relevant, the moment I won the belt it was already a big step for 6WF, you see the man makes the title, not the other way around, so don’t think that winning this belt would magically make you the biggest name in 6WF history. Unless you change your ways soon Geoff, that little chat you want us to have after Redemption will be you begging me for advice on what to do now that the fans, the wrestlers and even Walker have all turned on you and you have frankly nowhere to go. Looking back now, ever since I first set foot in 6CW and took the Extreme Title off of you, this whole series of events have been a tragedy and Redemption is just the final part, as the great Geoff Steel finally completes his fall from grace at the hands of Keith Leone.

Keith Leone then raises the World Title into the air and then symbolically pulls it down quickly, smiling at Geoff Steel as he does so, all the while Steel snarls at Leone.

Steels nostrils flare the rage building up inside him noticeable on his face, he runs a hand through his hair then pulls it away sharply and jerks the microphone up to his mouth, he waves a finger aggressively at Leone.

GS: Honestly Leone I thought we were finished joking a long time ago, the moment you won that title was the moment this company took a step forward, you have audacity to claim that going to the match I am the only one in it for himself, then let that statement slip out of your mouth but of course that is the real Keith Leone speaking, the Keith Leone who thinks he is bigger than this company bigger than even this industry, that it wouldn’t be able to survive with you to grace its halls. We are two of the same Leone only I took a little longer to reach the final conclusion, these people may not be able to see through this act Keith, but I’ve had my eyes opened wide and there in nothing that I can’t see, I owe Alex Walker a debt of gratitude for that so much though that I am beginning to doubt whether he was the enemy all along, whether 6CW may have been better if Genesis had gained control, I bet money on it would be in a better position with Walker in control than it is now nowhere, its two greatest stars squabbling over a title that at one point we would have deemed inadequate, beneath us, but now means everything.

Steel reaches out almost trying to stroke the 6WF title but Leone moves it out of his grasp and he pulls his hand back licking his lips.

GS: I can also see what your trying to do Keith not giving up hope of getting beneath my skin to give you even the slightest chance of beating me come Sunday, all your insults do Keith is wash over me like water does a rock, I am impregnable to your advances. You also miss judge disillusionment for confidence, for the first time in my career Keith I’m about to get into a ring with you and I have faith that I can get the job done, So I’ll be damned if I let you take that from me and only tighten the noose around my neck. I don’t need your advice Keith it is not welcome, nor will I ever ask for it because by asking for it means I have given in, I would rather hang up my boots and clear out my locker before I come crawling to your door cup in hand. This old Geoff Steel sounds like a guy that needed or the help he could get, good for me that I have evolved into the very man that stands before you, all the improvements none of the flaws, a real champion incarnate.

Steel grins wide eyed as a rendition of you suck starts amongst the fans

GS: You are right to be cautious about entering that ring Sunday and putting my title on the line at Redemption, you are right to attempt to convince me to re-establish my roots because you know that you can defeat that guy without it being a challenge, whereas you know little about the man who now stands your equal, it is for that reason that reason that we are done here tonight the excitement and the grandeur is overcoming me to the point where I am ready to reveal all my secrets tonight and well that can’t happen, I want to see the look of shock on your face as you lay fallen wondering what the hell just happened whilst I raise the only reason you are relevant these days high above my head and accept the plaudits. If you are adamant 6WF took a huge step forward under the leadership of Keith Leone, imagine the untapped potential it could achieve under my tutelage, we could create a dynasty, the age of Steel.

Steel goes toe to toe with Leone once more throwing the microphone to one side the tension could be cut with a knife, Steel then grins and backs away picking up his hoodie and rolling out of the ring a smug look on his face as he walks up the ramp not looking back at Leone, he then exits the behind the curtain as the cameras fade with Leone burning a hole with his gaze at the spot Steel just vacated.

*The camera presents a mid-shot angle to the audience watching around the world, showing the small brown booth with both Lex and Kenty sitting casually on the red leather chairs which lie in parallel with the brown,cracked table between the men. The pitter patter of rain can then be heard against the windows, as trickles of water begin trundling down the frames. The lights of the diner are low and flickering every few seconds creating a rather drab environment. Music can be heard quietly in the seldom soundspeakers, around the diner which appears to "Not giving in" by Rudimental. The camera focuses in on a reflecting looking Kenty, who is wearing a plain red shirt and a pair of blue levi jeans along with a pair of black vans. His slick silver rolex sparkles in the dim light as his hand brushes over the pile of salt into the corner. He breathes deeply before speaking to Lex.*

Mr Kenty: You know Lex, this is the first time I have been in a place like this before turning into a professional wrestler. It's actually a refreshing change from going to other places and being noticed as that guy from 6WF who lives his life loud.. being noticed as that guy that who entertains fans around the world and is open to signing autographs and shirts even at 6 in the morning in Birmingham.

Mr Kenty: In a way, this place could be considered a sanctuary. A sanctuary away from all the noise.. all the madness and all the pressure of performing on a regular basis in that very ring. Places like these are very rare.. away from the public light and when you rang me after Friday, I was so happy to come here with you for a drink and a catch up, Lex. It's always good to know I have some support and as you know I have your back.

Mr Kenty: And I also believe, you read me like a book. A little to well for my own liking! ahh, no. But dude, you read me like a book. I'm not feeling it.. I feel as if I'm working myself into a rout. Everything I seem to do.. ends up in disaster. Last week for instance.. I had the match. I had it! and then something happens.. something just clicks and spells the end for the match. Ever since Betrayal almost.. way back in January, things have been odd.

Mr Kenty: I find myself questioning my ability secretly.. I find myself questioning if what I'm doing is right. These questions I wrestle with myself at night in my bed.. they just keep circling and swarming my mind until I finally edge myself into sleep. I then wake up in the morning.. check my phone, check twitter.. and I see the calls and messages from family and friends and my twitter followers wishing me all the luck in the world.. I just feel I'm letting them all down.

Mr Kenty: What can I say!? I'm a sensitive person.. I take things way to personally.. every loss and every bad thing that comes my way I beat myself into the earth. I almost wish, the ground would just swallow me up right there and then. It get's into a state where I end up just on the floor of my locker room, sitting in the corner for hours, going over again and again in my mind why I lost the match or what I could have and should have done better.. it's an obsession.

Mr Kenty: An obsession to get better and better and it's this unquenchable desire which is another downfall.. I'm fighting this inner monster inside me that just won't quit. The desire to be the best.. This may come as a shock to you, but I love my history. I love comparing myself to the greats and seeing where I'am ranked with them. And it hurts like hell seeing me not even making a dent into their legacies..

Mr Kenty: Been in the game two years now.. two years. And these two years I have learnt many tricks of the trade, from you Lex! ahh, but yes I have learnt the tricks of the trade. I have learnt in time right from wrong and I have learnt their are things that you must follow..not just moral codes but following the game. Following what everyone else is doing and knowing what is going on up and down the roster.

Mr Kenty: Because as I see it, the more you know the further you will go. And that relates to Wrestling. Knowing what everyone else is doing and what is happening.. almost like the news. In simple terms, it's like knowing what commuting into London and Birmingham will be like. You have to prepare for all eventualities..because if you don't it can punish you. If you don't know the commute..you will be stuck in traffic. Similarly, if you don't know the wrestling game..your going to paying the price.

Mr Kenty: But that's what is happening.. I'm paying the price for not knowing the game.. yet I try and try to know what is happening and what these guys I face will be up to yet, I still find myself being beaten around the arena and showing myself up! it's a horrible feeling.. especially for a proud guy like me. I just end up denting and chipping away at my confidence and it sucks.. It sucks. I then spend the following hours look for the answer.. it's an obsession.

Mr Kenty: But I guess that's why your the only person I can open to around here Lex.. Every other single former 6CW guy seems to be taking to new challenges like a duck to water and here I am, crying over spilt milk! shows the gulf in class huh? But I find comfort in the fact I can find support as I said from you Lex. You taught me many things in Genesis.. something I may look back on in disgusts but you taught me the fundamentals.

Mr Kenty: You taught me that I need to stand my ground.. win at all costs and just focus on winning matches, not making friends. And I respected that and still to this day I do.. but as I kid I enjoyed causing choas. I enjoyed causing pain and inflicting emotional and physical torture on those who dared go against Genesis and their ideals. Who dared to cross us and most importantly you Lex..

Mr Kenty: But that was when I was a kid.. that scrawny, creepy know it all who stood in the corner and did every order you and Alex commanded me to do with precision and ease.. now, I sit looking into your eyes Lex, as a man. A man who has come out the other side for the better in my opinion still with the fundamentals that you and Genesis gave to me which I will keep as long as these lungs are producing oxygen.

Mr Kenty: But those fundamentals I have altered.. those fundamentals I have adapted and changed to make me a better person and a better person in that squared circle. Those fundamentals have been altered into believing that I can relax around people.. I can be friends with others and I can share secrets. That in itself breeds confidence and breeds the security you need to have to know everyone will not make you enemy number one.

Mr Kenty: And In many way's this is why I.. this is why I need..no, I must beat you at Redemption Lex. I must be you at Redemption because I need to believe that I have changed for the better. I'm not getting lazy.. I'm not getting complacent but believe that change is good. If I can't beat the guy who taught me the basics then what else can I do? this match is massive for both of us.. I know it and you know it.

Mr Kenty: This match at Redemption has plenty on the line for both of us.. and as you said, this is not what either of us wanted to go down, but I guess it was meant to be. Scarily almost written in the stars.. but I guess this was always going to happen. This match is a biggie.. have you seen the tweets Lex?! seen the website!? our match is being billed as almost like apprentice vs master match! it's crazy to think dude.. with everything.

Mr Kenty: I guess, why this match has plenty on the line is that we stand at very unique paths in our careers. This could kick-start or restart a fresh chapter in our careers, for the victor that is. But for the loser.. well I fear the loser would be left in a highly vulnerable state. And I fear you would be stronger at coping with it than I would, Lex. Because I fear that a defeat to you at Redemption would leave me questioning what I do next..

Mr Kenty: But don't get me wrong. I wan't one hundred percent at Redemption Lex.. I wan't you to bring everything to the table and show me again why Lex Hart was the most dominant leader of a faction in the history of professional wrestling. I wan't you to show me why you were the most dominant champion for a reason and I wan't you to show me no mercy..the best man will deserve to win because I will give you no less than that.

*Roisin the waitress comes over to the booth, carrying a try of two coffee's,napkins,plastic spoons and little sachets of milk and sugar. She places the tray in between Lex and Kenty as she smiles warmly at both men. Kenty nods at her in approval with a courteous smile as she nods back. Roisin then leaves the shot, with the camera showing Kenty emptying a sachet of sugar into his coffee and emptying the milk sachet in the coffee also. Kenty then stirs the coffee slowly, looking into the mug while he does. Lex's eyes remain fixed on Kenty, his faced mixed with emotion and empathy as he begins to speak.*

‘Papercut’ hits as Marshall Murdoch walks out onto the stage to a chorus of boos, he looks more pensive than usual as he does not bother with his usual entrance routine and instead just walks straight to the ring, ignoring all the negativity from the fans around him.

MW: ‘It looks like Marshall seems much more focused than usual, will this week be the week that he finally wins the big one?’

RJ: ‘I’m not sure Wire, I don’t think anyone can be sure what Marshall’s mental state is after Friday, that is the first time I can remember him being forced to tap out, there’s no telling what damage that can do to a man with the ego he has.’

MW: ‘I think you mean first time the referee actually saw him tape Arj...’

(Marshall has now reached the ring and just sits down in the middle of the ring)

MM: ‘You know what?’

‘I’ve decided to try something different this week, you see I realised that every time I get sight of a world title I march down here and proclaim that in a few days I will be your champion, crowning glory, best ever to never win the title, dawn of a new era etcetera etcerera. And it just hasn’t been working for me, every time I have fallen agonisingly short and those words have come straight back to haunt me, well not this time.’

‘You see I decided to take a different track this time, I decided to sit back and let my opponents do the talking for once, I decided to stop being the hunter for once and become the hunted, so I’ve taken a back seat, I’ve been sat waiting in the back for what seems like frigging days for one of my opponents to speak, but hour after hour, day after day has gone by with not one word from anybody. I’ve been to sit through montages from people not even in this company any more who have more to say than my opponents, so yet again it’s up to me to take the initiative.’

‘And that is what’s wrong with the TAW title scene these days, the only person with the balls to do anything is the guy without the title! You rarely hear a peep from our champion these days unless it’s responding to something I said, hardly befitting from a man who should be an example for us all, but that sorts of sums up The Saint at the moment doesn’t it? Not fit for purpose, a man who lost again on Friday, a man who seems to have spent most of his time as champion getting his ass kicked, a man who ‘tells the truth’ who is a ‘realist’, yet can’t see the biggest truth of them all despite it staring him straight in the face whenever his big ugly mug looks in the mirror, that you Sainty are an unworthy and undeserving champion, someone who does not deserve to be a standard bearer for this company, someone who does not deserve to represent us.’

‘Speaking of undeserving, the perennial pain in my ass Chris Patricks has wormed his way into another title shot! I really don’t know how this guy does it, I can only assume he has some very incriminating evidence of the powers that be. Tell me Chris, at what point will you acknowledge that you simply aren’t good enough? How many defeats did you need to be handed down to you before you simply give up, and save us all a lot of time and effort, not to mention saving yourself a lot of embarrassment... and saving Joyce and the kids a lot of embarrassment, how do think they feel knowing that daddy is a loser, having to face the taunts in the playground all because of you. Don’t you think it’s time to think of them for once Chris, do the noble thing and withdraw Chris, it’s for the kids after all.’

‘And then there’s the man of the moment Mike Hill, now doubtless Mike is feeling pretty full of himself at the moment, after all he did what no-one else has ever done on Lockdown and made me submit, oh yes I’ll give credit where’s it due. But I wouldn’t get too carried away Mike, after all it was a tactical submission, why would I risk my health just a week before a world title match just to win what was ultimately a pointless match? Hell I’m prepared to momentarily sacrifice a little bit of pride in aid of the bigger picture, and despite that attitude you couldn’t actually pin me could you? Try as you might Mike you just couldn’t keep me down when I didn’t actually care, imagine how hard it will be to pin me on Sunday when I do give a shit. It’ll nigh on impossible, and I don’t lose twice in a row lads, it’s just not in my DNA, and that’s bad news for all of you.’

Marshall stands in the middle of the ring, his last sentence just making it's mark. He stands and lets his words sink in, he raises the microphone to his lips once more and is about to speak but is stopped as Monster roars out into the arena.

The boo's continue as The Saint walks onto the stage, title over his shoulder and microphone in hand. He looks out over the Odyssey Arena and takes in the hostility, before striding down to the ring. He climbs in and looks at Marshall, and then to his World Title. He once more looks at Marshall who's eyes are focused solely on the title.

The Saint: It's goading you, isn't it Marshall? It's mocking you. This title, being so close to you, yet not in your possession. What is it now? Isn't this your fourth shot at the 'big one'? I mean, you've certainly had your shots, whether it be at Leone or me. And yet still, you haven't scaled that mountain, you haven't been able to dine at that top table. You're quickly descending into the mire, gaining that nearly man tag that nobody wants.

This must be the last chance saloon for you, surely Marshall? I mean, seriously, McGraw must be getting pretty pissy that the feather in his cap keeps failing to get the job done? I should know as you ever so articulately pointed it out last month in the Garden... McGraw doesn't buy into defeat, he doesn't like to see his investments running at a loss and putting this simply as I possibly can, Marshall, after Sunday, your stock is going to continue to fall.

You say you're out here to do things differently, but that's all just a front, a facade. It's lies, Marshall. You said you wanted me to do the talking, you wanted to wait your turn, so you could march out here and belittle and contradict me, yet your fragile, over-sized ego just got the better of you. You just HAD to come out here and bore these alcoholics and leprechaun's with your tired, boring spiel. The only thing that's different about all of this Marshall, is where we are. Because looking into your eyes, it's obvious that you're DYING to foretell a new era, say you're the best or whatever new bullshit you're reeling off this week.

The fact is, it's pointless, it's futile.

I could be facing 1 man, 2 men, 3 men, 4 men, fuck it, I could be facing the whole roster and it'd end the same, me stood tall, as World Champion.

Yet you're right, and I'll give it to you, I haven't been on fire this past month, I did get pinned by Patricks at Lockdown and I did get pinned by Hill the week before. But the difference between me and all three of you wastes of air time is this: I'm a big game player. When it counts, when it matters, I deliver.

I've been on worse runs of form and gone into pay per views and set the world on fire, I've made people sit back and just say 'Wow'. The signs pointing to this Sunday are looking ominous, Marshall. I'm not out here to fuck around and laden you all with bravado, I'm just out here to tell you not to get too ahead of yourself.

I have no intention of losing this title, it's woven into my legacy, it's a symbol of my standing in this company. It shows that I'm the best damn thing here. Not you, not Standard Mike Hill, and definitely not the perfect family man Chris Patricks.

You all have designs on this title, you all THINK you can win, but on the big stage, when it all matters, when you have just seconds to make that final move to try and win, what will you do? Do you sink, or do you swim? It's pretty obvious to me. You boys forgot to pack your life jackets and will drown, you'll sink, whilst I float on emphatically.

As your champion,

As your better,

As The Saint: TAW World Champion.

Just as Marshall is about to respond to Saint “Ascending Malice” hits and Chris Patricks walks out with a t-shirt that says “Don’t fuck with a Bostonite” on it, he points to the sky before walking down to the ring and sitting on one of the turnbuckles

Chris: Well if it isn’t Mr “Backseat” and Mr. “I wont have a Title after Sunday”, are the two of you finished measuring dicks

The crowd start to laugh and taunt both Marshall and Saint

Chris: You see Marshall unlike your lonely existence I have other commitments and responsibilities, I have a home and family to take care of and im sorry if that was an inconvenience for you but I really don’t give a shit, you can come down here and call me names and say Im not worthy to be even in this match or whatever but you see until you have actually been a world champion, been top of the tree and been the guy your opinion or anything else you have to say doesn’t really count

Marshall’s face goes red as the Saint starts to chuckle to himself

RJ: A few home truths from Patricks and Marshall doesn’t look impressed

MW: Well he is right, Marshall is the most underqualified out of the four men in this match

Chris: I wouldn’t look so smug either there chuckles, look at you, The Saint, The big bad, the man who has won it all and has achieved nothing in doing so, I remember a time when your name alone would strike fear into anyone, what happened Saint, did everyone just cop on to you, that you aint as big and scary as we all thought, I mean these days I say your fear factor is up there with a Disney villain and even at that im pushing it, even with that title around your waist you aren’t believable, sure even last week I left you laying on your back like one of Marshall’s call girls, you don’t deserve that title and on Sunday I am gonna do my very best to take it away from you not just for me, but for all these people that show up week in week out to see the best and are present with you as their Champ, things are about to change in 6WF and Sunday, me winning the TAW title is only the beginning

The camera pans around the ring, showing the angered expressions of Marshall Murdoch and The Saint as Chris Patricks sit on top of the turnbuckle with a grin on his face.

MW:Patricks is really laying into Marshall and The Saint, the crowd are loving it!

RJ:They aren't loving this though!

"The Next Big Thing" hits and the crowd boo as Mike Hill swaggers out onto the stage. He looks down to his opponents in the ring before signalling for the production team to cut his music. He starts to walk down the ramp, raising the mic to his lips.

Mike Hill:Sorry I'm a bit late fellas, can I still join the party or is this more of an invite-only kinda thing? You know, a bit like the TAW World Title scene was invite-only until Mike Hill decided to gatecrash the party.

Much like Marshall, Mike Hill decided it was time to take a different approach to things. Mike Hill is normally the one who comes down to the ring, stirs the pot a little, runs his mouth and gets this crowd's emotions going. Then Mike Hill waits for his opponent to walk out and y'know, tell him some crap about how he's past it, how he runs his mouth but never backs it up with actions, how it's time for Mike Hill to step aside.

So this time Mike Hill waited. I waited to see what you three had to say and honestly, I'm not all that impressed. I mean people say that Mike Hill spouts bullshit, well listen to these three because they are the kings of BS! They are the kings of denial!

*Hill reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls into the ring and gets to his feet. He walks towards Marshall Murdoch.

Mike Hill:Let's start with you lapdog. You were right about something Marshall, Mike Hill is feeling pretty full of himself at the moment after making you tap on Lockdown. The first person to ever make Marshall Murdoch to tap out is Mike Hill, that's going to stay with you for the rest of your life. No matter what you say Marshall, no matter what spin McGraw has told you to put on it, that hurts you doesn't it?

It hurt you physically but more importantly it hurts you mentally. McGraw has fed your ego, made you believe that you are some sort of unstoppable force. You picked up a few wins and you started to believe what McGraw was saying. Not anymore. Not after Lockdown. Not after you tapped to Mike Hill! Mike Hill flicked that little switch inside your head and no matter how hard you try to convince yourself it was a tactical move, really the doubts are starting to creep in. Perhaps you are destined to be the greatest wrestler never to win a world title.

*Hill then walks around the ring towards Patricks.

Mike Hill:Then there is you Christopher. This great family man, this great beacon of hope for the fans of 6WF, the man that everyone wants to win on Sunday. The thing is Patricks, you are only in this match because of sympathy, because of necessity. That's how you got your place in this match last month and it's how you got it this month.

Mike Hill isn't afraid to admit that Marshall Murdoch did at least do something to earn his spot in this match, as has The Saint. Last month, you got a shot at the world title because Marshall let you, perhaps he felt a bit sorry for you, seeing you desperately trying to convince everyone that Patricks the family man was back, rather than Patricks the man who left his wife.

Then this month, you add a little Mike Hill into the mix. You have a world title match of Mike Hill vs The Saint vs Marshall Murdoch and you have three combustable elements, you have three egos, quite bluntly you have three assholes in the match. It would be a great match but they need that one person who will do the interviews, smile for the kids, give 6WF a nicer image...that man is you. Yes you beat The Saint last week but let's be honest, who hasn't done that lately?

*Hill laughs to himself and looks across at The Saint.

Mike Hill:Finally....OUR CHAMPION! The Saint! Wow, I mean really, you do not know how excited Mike Hill is to be stood across the ring from The Saint, soon to be former TAW WORLD CHAMPION! It's funny really Sainty, I never thought this day would come. The day when The Saint would have to resort to some petty little insults and a few swear words to make himself seem threatening.

Back in the day Sainty, you would walk down to this ring. You would say something and then you'd sure as hell back it up. People walked around backstage trying to avoid you, they were that scared. Now you come down to this ring, say your thing but you can't back it up anymore Saint. The words means nothing now because you aren't the threat you used to be.

You're no longer the ultimate weapon. You're no longer the man who went toe to toe with Nemesis and survived. You're no longer the man who beat Cassius Zhi in a Tibetan Torture Match. You're now that man who doesn't know when to quit. You're that man who has out-stayed his welcome. You talk about legacy Saint, how the TAW Title is woven into yours.

Mike Hill is sorry that he has to be the one to break it to you, but that legacy is being ruined by yourself. Seeing what The Saint has become upsets Mike Hill. Let's not beat around the bush, Mike Hill and The Saint never got along and never will. But Mike Hill still knew that The Saint was someone who you did not want to mess with on a regular basis. Now, Mike Hill wouldn't care if he had to face you every week. Because whilst I am still THIS GOD DAMN GOOD, You are now sub-standard.

*Hill retreats back to the centre of the ring, looking at his opponents, waiting.

Marshall is about to retort to Hill, ready to step forward but as he's about to respond, The Saint cuts him off, staring at Marshall, who slowly takes a step back, shaking his head.

The Saint: You know what, I'm done with this. I've down right had enough of the lack of respect that I'm shown. I've had it up to here with people who don't know any better constantly chiming in with the same old boring, tired insults. You're all guilty of it, saying that The Saint "isn't what he used to be" or "The Saint is just a parody" of what he used to be.

Is that it?! Is that all you've got?! It's a testament to the startling lack of originality in this company that all three of you have just recycled the others put down.

You're all saying that I'm not what I was, but really, seriously, do you really want to be the ones that test that theory on the big stage? Do you really want to be the men to try and see if this Ultimate Weapon has lost it's capacity to explode? Do you all really think it's nailed on that I'm going to surrender this title as meekly as what you say I am?!

Because such ignorance, as well as your lack of originality is outright criminal, whether you're the commissioners bitch, the family man turned psychotic asshole turned family man once more or even the top class runt turned egomaniac, it doesn't matter, it's irrelevant.

I chased this title for near on a year, I had to sit by and watch the perennially undeserving take hold of it, whilst I had to jump through hoops and beat every son of a bitch under the sun. Hell, I've beaten all of three of you before.

I've beat you for this title before, Hill and I beat you two last month to reclaim it when the decks were stacked against me. So, now, when the decks are stacked just that little bit higher, I'm going to come up trumps again, because that's what a Champion does.

And that's what I am, your champion, your World Champion, whether people like it or not.

I know I'm not the popular choice, but I'm the right choice, the deserving choice. The man with the CV that commands the right to hold such a title. But tell me, what makes you guys so special that you think you can take this from me? What makes you think you're good enough?

Because I look at the three of you, and I only see one outcome and it isn't the one that either of you are dreaming about.

RJ: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen and what a show we have had so far Michael

MW: Very much so Arj, it's hard to see how it could get any better...

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

MW: It just did!

Edgecrusher blasts out over the speakers as the fans in the arena begin to show their anger and hatred towards the former Hardcore Champion as Logan Kincade steps out onto the ramp with a focused look on his face. His war paint more detailed and neat than it has been in recent weeks.

RJ: Looks like Logan is in control tonight Mike.

MW: He looks ready to reclaim what is rightfully his

RJ: You mean the championship Crime Lord defeated him for? Fair ans Square

MW: NO! I mean the one Crime Lord scraped through by the skin of his teeth RJ, You know it, I know it, everyone knows Logan 9 times out of 10 would beat Crime Lord. He just. got. lucky

RJ: Do you listen to yourself? Crime Lord. The man is made to win. He is a champion of champions. He is a 4 time Hardcore champion Mike!

MW: And with all 4 of those put together he hasn't held the title as Long as Logan has with 1. What does that tell you Arj? It tells you Logan is the greatest champion this company has ever seen. Regardless of what title it was. Logan will do the same with the world title with any title RJ. Logan is built to reign.

RJ: The fact is he hold no titles right now but he does have his rematch at Redemption and Crime Lord will know Logan won't be coming to make up the numbers at the PPV. There is no one more dangerous than Logan on his day and Crime Lord will be ready for it.

These two men are two of, if not, the two greatest hardcore champions in 6WF History. This is a match for the ages. Either could walk out with the title, I am looking forward to this one greatly

Logan reaches the ring where he walks around it and is handed a mic by a delighted Michael Wire. Logan galres at RJ before rolling into the ring where he brings the mic to his lips as the music fades and the boos can be heard echoing around the arena.

LK: It would be very easy for me to act like I don't care...

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

LK: IT WOULD BE EASY FOR ME!... to act like this means nothing, to pretend it doesn't matter. But it does matter.

Not the title, the title is beneath me now... what matters is the idea that Crime Lord is better than me. He is not better than me, NO ONE IS BETTER THAN ME!

Crowd: Booooooooooo

LK: Boo all you want you fucking sheeple, you know nothing about this business, you sit at home on your little computers pretend to know the score, on your bullshit forums reading the gossip and spoilers... thinking you know what's what. All you know is what you are told. You think what the powers that be want you to think. And you do nothing about it. and you know why?...

LK: I will tell you why, because you are weak. The simple fact is you cheer for you heroes today, then the second they do something you deem wrong, or "too far" then you will turn on them in a flash.

You people are the reason this company is floundering, the reason places like 6CW have invaded like a virus. the reason their 'has-been champions' are given shots above 6WF's very own loyal superstars.... above ME! part of the blame lies at YOUR feet. Now Crime Lord will waltz out here, my hardcore title around his waist or over his lovely tailored suit covered shoulder and proclaim I blame others for my failings or some such shit but the simple fact is there for all to see. Who else has held and defended a title for 302 days? NO ONE! And not any old title. the HARD! CORE! TITLE! The most brutal title this company has ever seen

Logan begins to pace around the ring always glancing towards the stage.

LK: And it is this that makes me care about my rematch with Crime Lord.... not for the title...but to show I am his better, I am the rightful number one contender for the world or TAW title. I didn't just defend that title for 302 days. I destroyed all who came foward. And I did it without breaking a sweat. But! for 302 days!............ I was overlooked by the powers that be. NOW! I don't really blame McGraw....

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

LK: I blame Walker, the BoD and you people. McGraw knows first hand that it is not in his best interests to stand in my way but Walker has put stuck his nose into this companies business and it is time that people saw him for what he is.......A coward. Just like the board.

LK: SO!.... At Redemption, I am not "gunning" for the title, it is not a desperate attempt to regain it I am not here to say I am desperate to reclaim what is rightfully mine..... I don't need to hold that title for it to belong to me. I am not interested in anything except showing everyone that Crime Lord was lucky. Anyone who "beats" me is LUCKY. BUT when I do win the match.... then that title is done. I will destroy it. I will remove it from this company forever. No one but me is fit to hold it....and I have grown tired of it.

RJ: He is rambling, he speaks about not caring about that title but it is clear he does.

MW: Did you not listen? He doesn't care Arj. He just wants to show how much better than Crime Lord he is.

RJ: Don't YOU listen? He blamed the crowd, then the Board and TheN Mr Walker! He lost! Simple as that Mike. HE lost and he can't stand it.

MW: He lost but Crime Lord was lucky.

RJ: You are like a broken record. Just think for a second and realise Logan is embarrased at being beaten at last. And it is eating him up inside.

MW: You are nuts RJ. Logan has been asking...nay, demanding a shot at the world title for months. well before Crime Lord came along. He has been ignored and insulted for 302 days. And he is rightfully angry.

Logan walks over to the ropes and stares down the ramp waiting for Crime Lord to appear.

LK: So.... let's get this shit over with ay Crimey? Come out here, come and tell me how much better than me you are. Come tell me what's what. You were so depserate to win the tag titles last week. You begged me to be on the same page as you then you went and you showed your true colours. You left me alone in that ring because you are a coward. A weak minded, weak willed, weak COWARD just like Walker. just like the board and just like these people here tonight! Now come out here and face me...

Chris starts to laugh at Hill and Saint

Chris: Whoa I don’t know who is more ridicules, Saint you trying to be all angry or this joker over here, what’s with the talking in 3rd person? Is it because you are so thick that you cant remember your name or is it that you are really Killer in disguise, “Mike Hill is in the ring….Mike Hill will talk now” and I thought Abe was the most robotic guy on the payroll around here, you are just like this relic of 6WF, a yesterday guy, a guy that couldn’t hack it and like so many jumped ship to 6CW when the going got tough and the funny thing is you did nothing up in Glasgow either and since you’ve come back all you’ve done is gotten yourself a nickname and not a good one at that “King of the roll ups” and you say I have done nothing to deserve MY spot, you haven’t been relevant in this company in years Mike just like Saint and Marshall there, I am the future of this company and on Sunday I have nothing to lose and everything to gain

Hill stares across at Patricks, seemingly offended by what he has just said. Hill then starts to laugh to himself.

Mike Hill:Christopher, you just had to do that didn't you? You could have sat on top of that turnbuckle, made a few gags, get a few cheap pops from the crowd but ultimately be insignificant in this little exchange. Then you decided to try and mock Mike Hill, tried to goad Mike Hill. Now you've got involved in something you really didn't want to be involved in Chris.

By all means question why Mike Hill talks in the 3rd person, occupy your tiny mind with possible reasons for Mike Hill referring to himself in the 3rd person. However, when you start running your mouth about Mike Hill, about how he is some sort of relic, that's when Mike Hill takes an exception, that's when you get above your station of being nothing more than a little performing monkey for these fans.

Sainty over there thinks he gets it a lot, well Mike Hill has been receiving the same insult for 3 years albeit with different words used. Let's get a few facts right first shall we Chris. One, Mike Hill did not jump ship to 6CW, Mike Hill was forced to join 6CW by Marshall's, what shall we call him Marshall? We'll go for Marshall's master. McGraw forced Mike Hill to 6CW and guess what, Mike Hill was best GOD DAMN thing about 6CW.

Then Mike Hill came back to 6WF. Marshall has told me that Mike Hill begged for his job back. That could not be further from the truth. McGraw maybe an asshole but he's tough when it comes to business. If Mike Hill was as past it as everyone says he is, then McGraw would not have took him back. McGraw took Mike Hill back because Mike Hill does the unexpected, he is unpredictable, Mike Hill does things that are impossible for others to do! Impossible for ordinary, run of the mill, average wrestlers like yourself.

Chris Patricks, Mike Hill will do you the honour of not talking in the 3rd person for a moment so you understand. I earned my place this match because I beat all three of you this month. I earned my place in this match because of my past. But I also earned because of what I am doing at the moment and what I will do in the future.

I'm talking long-term future Patricks, I'm not talking future in The Saint's terms. No the future for The Saint is to get through Sunday with the belt wrapped around his waist, he's clinging onto that thing for dear life aren't you Sainty? You don't want it let go because with that belt, goes your future. Whilst you have that belt, you hold some sort of kudos around here, once it's gone, you are finished.

The Saint has accused Mike Hill of lacking originality? I don't think you quite realise how much that hurts Mike Hill. Mike Hill accused of lacking originality from The Saint, who insists on peddling the same old crap week in, week out. The same old tired routine he's used for god knows how long! The Saint has beaten Mike Hill before, for this title in fact. Mike Hill appreciates that.

But what The Saint fails to appreciate is that Mike Hill has beaten him before. Saint, you fail to appreciate just how lucky you are. You've gone with this whole conspiracy angle, that secretly there is someone holding you back. How many shots at the world title you have had since Mike Hill last had a title shot? There has been no conspiracy, you just haven't been able to get the job done.

You see Mike Hill has had to watch his contemporaries get title shot after title shot. You, JJ, TGA, Crime Lord, Cassius. We were all around at the same time, you all got your shots but where was Mike Hill's shot? Where was Mike Hill's shot when Chris Patricks was busy trying to defend the world title and desert his wife at the same time? Where was Mike Hill's title shot when Hero's shoe-shiner was getting his shot?

Mike Hill didn't get a shot. The anger and frustration has been building up inside, Mike Hill has been waiting for this moment. This is my chance, this is my opportunity, this is my shot at REDEMPTION! and Mike Hill is sure as hell gonna take his opportunity!

*Cassius backs away from Takeo's neck, smirking to himself, Takeo stares straight ahead, angered*

Takeo: "You wanna know what I'm fighting for?"

*Takeo points out to the crowd who cheer initially*

Takeo: "I am not fighting for them."

*Takeo draws his finger round, to his chest, the crowd boo in sections*

Takeo: "I am fighting for The Era of Darkness. I am fighting for my legacy. I am fighting for Lukas Takeo. I am no saviour of the soulless. I am no saviour of Miss Jessica. I have a job to do. That job, Cassy, is to defeat you. Sorry, I meant to DESTROY YOU!"

*The crowd cheers as Takeo smirks at Zhi*

Takeo: "At the end of the day Cassy, I don't care whether these people cheer or boo me. I have one aim in this company, which is to become the most dominant force ever seen. If they want to cheer me whilst I do that, that's upto them. If they want to boo me, that's there choice. I have one goal in mind. Which I will achieve."

*Takeo now gets closer to Zhi, so he stands looking down to him*

Takeo: "You know what Cassius Zhi?"

*The crowd shout "WHAT!" Takeo looks at them with an ice like glare*

Takeo: "I want to stoke your fires Cassy. I want you to get angry. I want to face Cassius Zhi at his biggest and baddest. I like a challenge. So why don't we have a little watch of that video again, shall we?"

*Takeo points up at the titantron, which flickers into life*

Cassius leaps to his feet, he starts twitching violently and shouting down at Takeo again...”STAY DOWN JOHNSON, STAY DOWN!” Cassius then walks towards the ropes, he is staring down at RJ...

MW: Shit RJ, get under the table!

Zhi continues staring down at RJ before then staring around the crowd. Cassius walks towards the opposite side of the ring, looking up the ramp.

RJ: He has completely lost it Michael!

MW: This is just plain weird ‘Arj, we know that Cassius is prone to mini spells of madness but this has been prolonged. It’s been happening for 4 months.

RJ: No-one can snap him out of it, not even Jessica.

Cassius turns around...

MW: TAKEO! CHOKESLAM!

RJ: Oh wow what a move!

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

MW: Oh my god.

RJ: I don’t believe it, Lukas Takeo has just defeated Cassius Zhi.

*The video cuts out, and Takeo pulls his arm back in, still looking over Zhi, intense*

Takeo: "Does that make you mad Cassy? The memory of my hand wrapping itself round your throat, how did that feel Cassy? I see the anger in your eyes. Come on, lets stoke you a little bit more, shall we?"

*Takeo chuckles away to himself, whilst Zhi is getting more angered by the second*

Takeo: "I've got another little video for you Cassius Zhi. One I think you'll enjoy..."

*Takeo points up to the titantron, which flickers into life and chuckles to himself*

MW: He’s set up for it RJ...

RJ: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

MW: THEY MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF! BAH GAWD WHAT A MOVE! WHAT A MOVE!

RJ: VIP EXPERIENCE FROM THE TOP ROPE!

MW: COVER!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: YES! HE WINS! HE WINS! HE WINS! JJ JOHNSON WINS! JJ WINS!

MW: NEW WORLD CHAMPION! NEW WORLD CHAMPION! AMAZING FROM JJ and AMAZING FROM CASSIUS!

RJ: WHAT A MOVE! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE! HE PUT IT ALL ON THE LINE AND IT CAME UP TRUMPS!

MW: THAT WAS FREAKING RIDICULOUS RJ! WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

RJ: WORTHY OF A BORN IN FIRE MAIN EVENT! And these fans certainly appreciate the winner of this match!

Mike Bird: ladies and gentleman...the WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY WAY OF PINFALL anddddd....your NEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 6WF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION...J....J.......JOHNSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

*The video cuts out, and Takeo is right into the face of Cassius, who is fuming, but Takeo smirks*

Takeo: "Bad memories eh Cassy? Has that stoked you up enough my friend? No I hear you say? Well lets see what else I got shall we?"

*The crowd shout "YES", Takeo smiles*

Takeo: "Well then, lets see how angry you get now, Cassy..."

*Takeo points to the titantron again, laughing more and more in the face of the irate Zhi*

Jessica looks at the bear, tossing it to the floor before turning to the locker, her face changes to one of anger as she smashes the hammer in to the locker door repeatedly, denting and crushing the door. She kicks out at it in anger, blowing the hair from her face in frustration before stepping back and placing the hammer back in the bag. She removes a small purse, placing on the chair and unwrapping it to reveal a small razor blade...

MJ: Desperate times, call for desperate measures....

Jessica lays down beside the bear, closing her eyes as she draws the blade across her skull. She screams out in agony as she tosses the blade into the corner of the room and lays still on the floor as the sound of people approaching can be heard and the video ends....


RJ: IT WAS JESSICA! JESSICA WAS BEHIND THE JJ JOHNSON BEAR!

*The video cuts out, Zhi is angered even more, and Takeo smirks in his face*

Takeo: "Has that stoked your fires enough Cassius Zhi?"

*Takeo snarls at Zhi, as they go face to face*

Marshall who has been leaning against the corner turnbuckle watching everything unfold finally decides to interject as he walks into the middle of the ring, getting right in the middle of Mike Hill and The Saint.

MM: ‘Could I interrupt for just one second? I mean I hate to ruin this little public therapy session you guys are running, but I just couldn’t put up the levels of bullshit you’re spouting much longer.’

‘But in keeping with my new found measured, calm approach, that will lead to my inevitable victory on Sunday, I’ve been keeping my counsel, taking everything in, biding my time and waiting for the opportune moment to strike, something similar to what I will do on Sunday, just to give you all a heads up.’

‘Anyway, what I have to say I’ve found interesting is how mere moments after I take the lead and show the gumption that the rest of the you lack then all three of you decide to follow me into the spotlight like the filthy little sewer rats you are, see gentlemen all three of you have criticized me for always following, for never striking out on my own – but here you all are following my every move, following the ‘follower’ if you will, doesn’t reflect well on you does it?’

‘Then there’s the ‘I once beat you in a dark match 5 years argument’, newsflash gents all 4 of us have been around here for some time now and in that time all of us have beat the other at one time. Oh yes I’ve lost to Mike Hill, I’ve lost to the Saint, I’ve lost to Chris Patricks, but at the same time I’ve also beat every single one of you, and I’ve done it with titles on the line. You see ladies and gentlemen what you are looking at is the remains of the tag team division from early 2011, it seems that if you got a tag title shot back then you are automatically granted a world title shot now, quite frankly I’m waiting for JJ’s crippled mate in the mask to pop up at any moment. But who came out on top? ... I did, beating Mike Hill in the process, beating Chris Patricks and beating our world champ (Marshall pauses for a second as he looks longingly at the title which is still sat on the Saints shoulder) in the process, so for all the doubts gentlemen I can beat every single one of you, on the big stage, when it matters. I’ve done it before and I can sure as hell do it again.’

‘But there is one more thing that resonated with me more than anything else you lot have come up with recently, and that was what Mike Hill said. You want to know where Mike Hill was when we getting opportunities, well Mike Hill was just where he deserved to be, in the minor leagues nowhere near worthy of getting a shot, but you want to talk about Redemption Hill? Well where were all of you when I had my contract torn up? Where were you all when I was undergoing hours of rehab just to be able to compete again? Where were you when I was working menial security jobs just to put food on the table? I have overcome all that, and HOW DARE all of you doubt that I deserve to be here, no one deserves this more than me, and on Sunday I get what I deserve and I get MY REDEMPTION!’

LH: Wow dude that’s a lot of information to take in

Lex leans back in the booth

LH: I mean, I can see that you’re not yourself. It’s been obvious for the last few weeks but I had no idea it was like this!!. I wanna help you man, I really do. I know what you’re going through.

The doubt, the constant questions but I think you’re being way too hard on yourself. You’re beating yourself up over a bad few weeks. You can’t let it get inside your head. That’s the battle right there. There are loads of guys out there, best technical wrestlers I ever saw but they haven’t got it up there

Lex points to his temple

LH: You’re different Kenty. I saw that way back in 6CW. Who do you think hand picked you for Genesis, it wasn’t Walker. He couldn’t see talent if it kicked him in the face

I saw it then and I can still see it now, remember dude. The test doesn’t come with how you deal with winning, it’s when you lose, when you fall that people are watching, waiting to see how you get up

How you come back

You think you’re in a slump, then now is the time to show people exactly what Kenty is made of. Now is the time when the world is waiting to see how you react, if you’ve got what it takes. I have confidence in ya kid

I always have

Kenty smiles as Lex takes a long sip of coffee

LH: I give you my word that I will give everything at Redemption. As you said this is a big match for both of us, but I’m not sure what you mean when you say I can handle defeat better???

Are you implying that I am more used to it than you??

Maybe my return hasn’t been glittered with gold and ceremony but I think it unfair to label me a perennial loser.

Kenty looks up from his coffee his eyes glazed as he looks for the right words




Lex smiles to break the silence

LH: I know you Kenty. I know this is not what you meant but don’t think that my respect for you will impair my ability come Redemption. You want assurance that I will give everything??

You know me

When have I not done everything in my power to win??

My redemption has been a long hard struggle, I have experienced bumps and setbacks but I continue to fight, I continue to believe that I can see the end of the tunnel

On Sunday I believe I can see the light I have been searching for, I know you are struggling and I really want to help but on Sunday I won’t be doing you any favours

After this coffee we go our separate ways to prepare, physically and mentally I will be at 100% on Sunday. I will be ready to go to War in that ring

I will give everything

But then after……..

Lex smiles

LH: But then after I will pick you up, I will shake your hand and I will help you, because we are friends. And I care about what is happening to you. I care about what is happening to 6WF. I have seen what can happen to a company that is fighting on the inside.

I have been the man that instigated it in the past. I know the pain. I know the suffering and I want no part in that anymore

And you will do well to stay out of it too

Kenty nods

LH: I know you are hungry for success, but you need to do it on your terms, no short cuts. It won’t all be ups but you have to have the strength, the belief in what you are doing to keep going

Because I know. I just know that you will get there Kenty

Lex sighs

Don’t lose sight of yourself now

Cassius’ facial muscles appear to be in spasm as he simultaneously seethes with anger and attempts to restrain it. Zhi and Takeo begin muttering to each other incoherently to the microphones that are both held down at either man's side – neither competitor diverting his eyes from the other. Cassius nods as he manages to hold down his anger, and takes a step back from Takeo.

Cassius : History… Takeo. History burns itself onto your memory only if you allow it to do so. History… burns itself onto motion picture reels and photographic films. But history, Lucas Takeo, HISTORY cannot burn our flesh and bone. History is simply events that have been committed to the fires of time, exhausted, and left behind. History cannot hurt… History cannot hurt ME! And your timely reminders of long since forgotten scaldings cannot bring those healed scars back to the surface again.

But what history can do, Takeo, is leave a warning etched in the infertile scorched earth that has been left in its wake. And the Dragon’s Fury that blazes inside of me… the fury that you dare to invoke here tonight… has left innumerate expanses of scorched earth… in its wake!

Cassius’ eyes narrow, still staring straight at Takeo, his barely visible pupils searing with intensity

Cassius : History may not be able to burn again, Takeo… but this Dragon still can!

So stoke the fire at your peril, Takeo. Stoke the fire, look deeply into the billowing furnace, and see not something that will burn you, but a searing premonition of how you will come to be burned yourself!

Cassius holds his throat with his spare hand, and runs his hand around to the back of his neck

Cassius : How does the memory of your hand wrapped around my throat feel? Look into the fire that you have stoked Takeo, and tell me how it feels to see the limits to which I am willing to test the delicateness of that most vital of human passages.

RJ:CYCLONE AGAIN...

MW:HE GOT HIM!

Cassius gets up and he goes for the Shockwave on Adamson but Max ducks and scoops Zhi up for the F-5,he swings Cassius through the air but Cassius lands behind him and then he slams his palms into the chest of Adamson for the Shockwave as Max turns around again...the 6CW Champion is unconscious as the crowd are on their feet...

RJ:7 months in the making and now,now finally Cassius Zhi may get some retribution....what is he going to do though....no...no Cassius dont sink to those levels...

MW:There will be no bargaining RJ....no compromise and no negotiating....Cassius came for revenge and he is gonna get it...

The referee is waving his arms in pleading as Cassius grabs the barbed wire reel and he raps it around the neck of Adamson and then pulls him towards the corner,Cassius climbs the turnbuckle to the top and he looks around the sold-out arena as the flashbulbs go off....he looks down once more at Adamson and an evil look crosses his face as he jumps down to the outside,and effectively hangs Max in the corner with barbed wire...

RJ:ITS OVER....

Max taps instantly and the referee calls for the bell, the 20,000 fans cheer as "They Say" plays out and Cassius gives the barbed wire a tug for good measure and then releases as Adamson slumps in the corner with crimson everywhere...Cassius' chest heaves in and out as he surveys the scene

MW:My god he did it....after all these months,Cassius Zhi has finally extracted revenge on the man that ran him down last October....the match was as brutal as any I have ever seen in my whole life but Cassius has got the job done and I dont think he's finished it...

RJ:Oh I hope he is...folks it doesnt matter where you are tonight,United Kingdom,America,Australia,Japan....you have just witnessed one of,if not the most brutal match in wrestling history....these two men laid it all on the line and something had to give....they have both certainly shaved years off their careers here tonight and neither will ever be the same again but on this night its Cassius Zhi that can rest easier...

Cassius climbs up the turnbuckle again and he hops down into the ring, the referee tries to wave him off as he moves towards Adamson but Cassius just brushes him aside and he stands over Max with a look of loathing on his face....the crowd are cheering for Cassius as he looks down upon Adamson...

Cassius : Can you feel the clamouring chokehold of the smoke that surrounds you, Takeo? That tightening grip of fate around your neck?

Uryu rises to his feet and Zhi runs at him, Uryu nails a dropkick and Cassius falls down. Uryu gives himself a little time to recover, he goes back down to the ring and grabs another kendo stick, he snaps it in half across his knee. He grabs the chair Zhi used, puts his head on top of it and then stomps down viciously.

Uryu then smashes the broken kendo sticks down into the back of Zhi, he then throws them away. Uryu grabs a 2nd chair, he goes for a con chair to but Zhi rolls out of the way in time. Cassius then picks up the chair and smashes it into the face of Uryu. He falls to the mat.

Zhi drags Uryu to the top of the ramp. He places a steel chair under his head, and Zhi doesn’t miss as he connects with the con chair to!

RJ: Con Chair To!

MW: AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!

RJ: The ref needs to stop this damn it!

MW: He can only do that if Uryu says I quit, and I’d advise him to do that. There is no telling what Zhi will do next.

Zhi lifts up Uryu, he hits five successive scoop slams onto the steel at the top of the ramp. He then picks him up and drives him head-first into one of the video screens below the titantron.

Ref: Do you quit Uryu?

Uryu: No!

Uryu has the chair placed around his right leg, Cassius then stomps down continually. The ref continues to ask, almost plead with Uryu to quit but he refuses to do so.

MW: Zhi seems to be revelling in Uryu’s resistance.

RJ: Wait there? What the hell is he doing?

MW: Zhi has a chain in his hands folks.

RJ: Oh god! A camel clutch using a chain!

MW: This is sick!

Zhi wrenches back on the hold, the chain across the bottom of Uryu’s neck. Uryu is seemingly refusing to quit, despite the ref and even the fans wishing he does so. Zhi continues to pull back as an image begins to play on the titantron, Clarissa is shown in her hospital bed.

RJ: This is disgusting damn it!

Clarissa is visibly upset, Cassius Zhi then walks into picture. He is smiling maniacally, looking at Clarissa.

Cassius: Did you think I wouldn’t find her Uryu? Did you think I wouldn’t come here and see the victim of my attack? And say...and say thank you to her for saving you at Against The Wall, because now I got a longer thrill of beating you to within an inch of your life.

But is that really what you want Clarissa? Do you want to see your boyfriend beaten up and sat next to you in the Hospital bed?

Clarissa: Say it Uryu, say it!

*Tears are running down her cheeks as the video switches off. Uryu is still in the camel clutch, he looks up at the screen in shock, motionless before muttering something...

I Quit!

Cassius : The stinging, numbing sensation that renders the most basic of human functions... communicating... breathing... existing... too painful to comprehend.

You may believe that you are a monster, Takeo. But graveyard dwelling and acts of strength do not a monster make. Are you able to show such disregard for a fellow human being? Do you not fear staring into the flickering fire of the soul of someone who can? Not in the name of Championships. Not in the name of competition. But just because he can?

RJ: Zhi has completely snapped here!

MW: Shut up RJ damn it, he might come after us next!

Cassius rips the bell out of the time-keepers area and throws that down, following that he then throws the time-keeper out of the booth as well. Zhi then turns around and sees Uryu stumbling to his feet. Zhi walks around the ring menacingly. He slides in and as Uryu rises starts hitting him with a series of vicious roundhouse kicks to the side and to the head.

Uryu stumbles back into the corner and Zhi continues with the attack, Uryu manages to block one kick and then hits a headbutt. He then starts firing back with big punches off his own and Zhi is now on the retreat. The crowd pop as Uryu knocks Zhi down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts pummelling him in the centre of the ring.

RJ: This one has exploded!

MW: We need security out here right now!

Uryu continues punching down on Cassius, who manages to roll him away. They leap to their feet and then start exchanging huge blows in the middle of the ring as security come sprinting down the ramp, they slide into the ring and drag each man back. Zhi manages to break free and leaps over the security holding Uryu back and starts punching down on his head.

Again Zhi is restrained and now Uryu breaks free from security, he runs in and hits a big headbutt on Zhi, then manages to throw a couple of extra punches at Cassius before once more security intervene. The crowd are chanting let them fight.

RJ: Thank god for security, it looks like they have the situation under...

Zhi again breaks free, and this time Uryu manages to do so as well. Security run in at Zhi but he shockwaves one of them down and the rest retreat slowly. Zhi runs in at Uryu and ends up clotheslining him onto the outside, Zhi falling over the top rope as well. Both men rise to their feet simultaneously.

Zhi nails a big kick to the side, only for Uryu to come back with a big right uppercut. The trading of blows continue up the ramp, Zhi manages to hit a kick to the gut, he goes to smash Uryu’s head into the railings but Uryu blocks and then sends Zhi’s head into the railing instead. Cassius stumbles, Uryu goes towards him and continues punching away.

Both men are at the top of the stage...

RJ: God this could get dangerous now!

Miss Jessica and Clarissa walk out onto the ramp, they are pleading with their men to stop, Cassius looks at Jessica momentarily before merely turning back to Uryu and firing away at him with some more punches, Uryu giving back as good he gets.

Eventually, Cassius gets the advantage by booting Uryu around the head, he falls back towards the edge of the stage. Cassius grins and waits for Uryu to rise...

MW: Please no Cassius...don’t do it!

Clarissa realises what is about to happen and runs around in front of Zhi, standing in front of her boyfriend. Zhi stares at her wildly, shouting at her to move but she refuses. Zhi shoves her away but Clarissa walks back over in front of Uryu who rolls away. Clarissa then slaps Zhi across the face and the crowd cheer.

RJ: What is she doing? Get out of there Clarissa!

Zhi holds his face for a moment and then turns back towards Clarissa...

MW: NO! NO! NO!

RJ: OH MY GOD! CASSIUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THAT’S A WOMAN!

MW: RJ, DID HE JUST DO THAT?

RJ: THIS IS SICK! SHE COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF DAMN IT!

MW: SHOCKWAVE OFF THE STAGE!

Cassius shockwaves Clarissa and she falls from the stage and crashes down. Jessica is stood, looking on in shock, Security are stood on the rampway also stunned by what they’ve just seen as Cassius stands, grinning wildly down at the wreckage he has just caused. EMT’s come sprinting out from the backstage area and down to attend to Clarissa.

Uryu jumps down to the outside and shoves the EMT’s away, he brushes back the hair of Clarissa as he looks down over her, unconscious on the outside. EMT’s once again start attending to her, Uryu looks up with the maniacal grin still etched across the face of Cassius.

Against The Wall goes off the air with the image of Zhi stood looking down on Clarissa with that familiar deranged grin on his face and the crowd booing him.

Cassius : I am a MONSTER, Takeo. I am toxic!

Cassius hisses the “x” in toxic and cocks his head sideways at Takeo, sinisterly grinning.

Cassius : And when you choose to stoke this toxic fire, Takeo…. You soon come to the regretful realisation that it is best to get out whilst you are ahead. Get out with your precious record intact. That your attention seeking pyromania, your lust for the burning lick of the flame, will eventually draw you too close to its overbearing heat and noxious fumes. And then… Lucas Takeo… then you realise that your body can take no more… that it cannot operate under the intensity of which this fire inside is able to generate. THAT YOU CANNOT LIVE WITH ME! NOBODY IS ABLE TO LIVE WITH ME TAKEO!

But then… is too late!

RJ: He is out cold, Mike......

MW: You're right, 'Arj, he hasn't moved a muscle, I don't even think his eyes are open?

RJ: This isn't good...

The referee moves to check on JJ, he tabs his check with his hand but receives no response. He checks the pulse of JJ and begins calling his name but again receives no response.

MW: What's happening now??

RJ: Oh god....

The referee gets to his feet, shaking his head, he gives up the 'X' sign as the crowd fall deathly silent. Cassius stops on the ramp, looking down at the body of JJ Johnson and the referee. His face changes from one of anger to his familiar sadistic grin, his head twitching as EMT's pour out from the back...

RJ: Oh look at him, basking in this. That's not a rival anymore, Cass. That's a human being. A human being that just put on the main event of a lifetime and hasn't got up, show some damn compassion.....

MW: 'Arj you need to calm down, this isn't the time or the place....

Cassius turns and walks of the stage as the EMT's enter the ring. The first man clears the referee from the ring as a second kneels down before JJ, checking his pulse before telling a third man to administer oxygen....

RJ: Folks, I wanna apologise for my outburst, but this is harrowing to say the least. For those of you just joining us, or those of you who have been here from the start, I can assure you that this is not scripted. This is not a stunt. JJ Johnson, the new 6WF Undisputed Champion has been unresponsive since delivering the VIP Experience from the top rope. In what was probably the greatest spectacle in 6WF history, this is the worst thing I have ever had to call....

The medics continue to administer oxygen to JJ as the first medic waves up the ramp, calling for assistance. The crowd begin to clap and a chant begins to echo around the arena....

Crowd: JJ! JJ! JJ! JJ! JJ!

MW: Looks like they are gonna get JJ out of here....

Two medics emerge from the back carrying a stretcher. The camera pans to a young fan in the front row being comforted by his mother as another couple look on in distress. A medic leaves the ring and address RJ and Wire on commentary....

Medic: Can you relay this to the people watching. JJ Johnson is stable. He has a pulse. We believe he has suffered a post traumatic stress concussion, which can cause temporary paralysis and unconsciousness. We're getting him on a stretcher and take him to a nearby medical facility....

The crowd erupt into a cheer as the body of JJ Johnson begins to move but the cheers turn to gasps as the body of JJ Johnson begins to convulse...

RJ: Oh god, you better get in there...

The medic heads from the announce table and enters the ring, dashing to the side of the champ....

Cassius : Because when your asphyxiating addiction to me takes over, consumes your very being, and you become history yourself… then is too late! When the ashes of your memory are indistinguishably ground into the scorched earth that is left behind… then is too late.

Cassius steps back up to the looming frame of Takeo, and smiles at him with a crazed glint in his eye

Cassius : When you choose to stoke this fire, Lucas Takeo… THEN…. IS TOO….. LATE!

Chris shakes his head from side to side and inwardly smiles to himself

Chris: I would love to stay out here and listen to more of your crazy ramblings but I have a match to prepare for and a Title to win...but you 3 stay and knock yourselves out dont let me stop you

Chris jumps off the turnbuckle and pats the Title on Saints shoulder

Chris: Until Sunday Champ

Chris turns to face Mike and Marshall before rolling out of the ring

Chris: Ladies

*Mike Hill waits for Chris Patricks to leave the stage before turning back to his opponents.

Mike Hill:Well at least we've managed to get rid of he fan favourite, the sympathy vote, the hanger on. We're now left with the cream of the crop, well we're left with Mike Hill and then you two fellas.

Marshall, It does amuse me that you mock Mike Hill for being in the minor leagues. You see it is often a criticism that is levelled at guys like Mike Hill, at returning legends, that they expect to come back to 6WF and slot straight back in at the top of the card. Honestly, Mike Hill kind of thought that when he returned.

But seen as Mike Hill pissed off all the wrong people, he was never given that chance. Mike Hill has had to fight his way up from the very bottom of this company. Mike Hill has fought those lagging at the bottom of the card, fighting his way up to the very top. Mike Hill has gone past Mr Kenty, past Cameron Faith, past every flash in the pan, flavour of the month. Mike Hill has shown that he is the best GOD DAMN WRESTLER in this company.

You two haven't had to do that. Marshall Murdoch you don't have the legacy to be considered a legend yet you come back with a degree of protection and security, you were afforded the chances that Mike Hill has had to earn. Mike Hill can't understand why you paint yourself as some sort of victim of the regime. Need I remind you Marshall, it was you who decided to follow Hero into his little cult. When we fought each other as part of the tag division, Mike Hill warned you. Did you listen? No. You held yourself back, no-one else.

The Saint is another who has come back to 6WF and given the shots at different titles, he's the man who goes straight back to the top. If it was the old Saint I could accept that, but not the man who stands in front of me today with the world title strapped over his shoulder. That world title should mean that you are to be feared, that you are the best in the company.

Sainty, you are living a lie my friend. The fact you have that belt doesn't make you the best, not anymore. You are using it to convince yourself that you are still the best, to convince yourself that you are still the ultimate weapon. The truth is, you aren't the standard bearer anymore Saint, not like you should be. Today, in this company, the standard is set by Mike Hill.

*Hill grins to himself, looking on at the other two.

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

Scorpion walks into the ring as the crowd still boo.

S: Redemption is the time where they will come and they will show you all their power, you will see their wrath and the suffering that will take place; they will take back what was rightfully theirs!!

Scorpion grins sarcastically

S: Finley and Abe's time has come and its time that they passed the torch and stop stealing the limelight which they do not deserve, all they are here for is a simple paycheck they are nothing but sell outs and I have exposed this over and over again and each time been ignored, you think I am insane but all you delusional mindless puppets will see when "they" arrive.

S: So you can say all you damn want Fin that you will beat me but I know for a damn fact that I have been in your head from the very start and you can’t get me out, I am the reason you are suffering a slow and painful fall which will start at Redemption when you, Abe and the so called "legends of the past" are exposed for what you truly are!

S: You say "no more mind games" but you see Fin's this is because I have driven this paranoia in your mind and that is why you can’t handle the mind games as you fear me but I am afraid Fin the mind games are only just starting and Abe knows this as well that he will feel a wrath like no other and yes maybe you all can say that I am “Insane” but I ask you what is “the definition of Insanity?” to that you have no answer.

Scorpion walks around the ring as he draws in the boos while standing with a smile on his face.

S: As for your hero claiming that he will go through hell to beat me and that no injuries will stop him all i can say to that is that "they" have already won.

S: At Redemption "They" will arrive and it will be the end of a “legacy” and the beginning of a “destiny.”

S: Fin the cheap shot had nothing to do with ending your career no as that is something “They” want to accomplish and sure Abe saved your ass but you see this just makes it easier for “They” to kill two birds with one stone, So in other words Fin I thank you ever so greatly for getting your retirement buddy to team with you. But here’s some advice and hopefully this time the two of you take it. Walk out on your two feet while you can after all you don’t want to add being in a wheelchair while already having back problems right?

S: Fin, Abe and the rest of the locker room listen closely as...

Scorpion laughs sarcastically and slowly lifts the microphone to his lips.

S: "THEY DO NOT FORGIVE"

S: "THEY DO NOT FORGET"

S: Scorpion leaves as the crowd boo heavily.

(We cut to an empty Odyssey arena where the sound of footsteps is heard. The lights go down before a sole spotlight comes on in the ring. It is illuminating a ripped and bloodied mask of Chaos. We here the crowd booing and various commentary clips from the years of Gregers, Chaos and Splinter. It finishes with:)

"Splinter may just be the most dangerous part of the broken mind of Gregers"

(Sufdenly the spotlight turns off and the arena is plunged back into darkness. "One step closer" starts to play as the arena is now full of 6WF fans. We head them chant Splinters name before he appears in a sole spotlight on the ramp. He has a microphone in hand and slowly raises it to his mouth)

S: James McManus. At redemption we are tangoing once more. You and I locked in this eternal war stretching over 9 months. Yet here I stand as Champion once more whilst you are still chasing.

Shall I describe how being champion makes you feel? After all you have clocked up 2 long years here and the closest you got was when I caused the parasitic prophet to suffer in his quest for the illusive triple crown. Think about that James.

We are, on one form or another, the most successful European Champion of all time. Surpassing the record held by Max Adamson for so long.

Yet you James are stuck on a big fat disappointing zero. Heck even Jenny has the same number of days as champion as you do.

(The crowd starts chanting Zero Days)

And what other stars have matched your achievements James? Mr Eagle, Mr Dangerous, Mr Shoe?

Whereas me James, people mention my name as a future hall of famer. They put me in the bracket with Hero, with Clarke James, with Chris Patricks.

(The crowd chants for Patrick's, causing Splinter to smirk at the chants of his long time rival)

At Redemption you will fall short once more James. That I can guarantee. For you there will be no payoff to our feud of the ages. For you it will be time to slip back into obscurity, your time with the True Future well and truly over. After tonight James you will never face me again for MY EUROPEAN TITLE.

Salvation for my sins, no longer
Punished by those that for a time
Lamented my ways.
I now stand tall as the True Future. The
Never ending feud between us soon to be
Terminated. As the cogs of
Eternity that entwine us finally break free as I get my
Redemption

I am the Host, I am the Prophet, I am the Future.

I am the True Trinity

I am...

SPLINTER

*The scene goes backstage to find Cameron Faith in a locker room. He is sitting topless on a bench with a towel around his shoulders staring up at a muted TV in the corner of the room showing 6WF Rundown. Cameron suddenly jumps up to turn the sound up on the TV to listen to the reporter as a graphic saying "Under the influence of Kristal?" Flashes along the bottom of the screen.

"This week on Lockdown, Cameron "Nay Bother" Faith turned up to his match in some degree of intoxication, costing his team the match. Though in the post match interview he was clearly unconcerned claiming everyone has the occasional off day. Yet this isn't the first instance recently of Cameron not fully concentrating in the job at hand as the week before saw a somewhat interesting stint on commentary with his girlfriend Kristal.

This has led many viewers to question whether or not Cameron can separate his private and professional life and if Kristal is really the influence he needs in his career right now.

One things for certain folks, at Redemption we should get some answers when Cameron and Kristal team together to defend the Freeweight Championship against Max Adamson and Clarissa."

*Cameron mutes the TV again and throws his towel to ground turning around to find Kristal standing in nothing but a towel*

Kristal: At least they didn't mention the couple of times the Sun caught us crawling out nightclubs this week Ha ha.

*Cameron burst out laughing*

Kristal: Besides if they think we are out of control now wait till the victory party after Redemption.

*Cameron sits back down on the bench and turns to Kristal looking more serious*

CF: The only problem is we have to make sure we win, I cant afford to be as sloppy as i was last week. Max knows that this is his last chance and him and Clarissa will do everything they can to pick up the win. We need to forget about the partying for a few days and get focused on winning this match.

You just need to concentrate on keeping Clarissa quiet for just now.

K: Look Cam, you don't have to worry about that skank, I have beat her down twice and she ain't got nothing new to bring to this party. Now babes stop worrying, you asked me to come here remember and this is what you do best.

You need to stop worrying about what people think and just go out there Sunday and have a good time.

*Kristal leans over and kisses Cameron as the scene fades*

We cut to James Mcmanus' locker room where we see him perched on a bench finishing off taping his wrists, he bangs his two fists together before looking up to the camera and smirking

JM- Not long, Not long until, I once again meet Splinter in the middle of the ring, when I meet the man who I have beaten more times than he has beaten me. But I go into the ring tonight with a little bit of trepidation, because I don't know what im going to do and I don't know what Splinter is going to do, All I know is that tonight's match will be a war. And wars are where I am at my best, where I am at my most dangerous and violent, a side to me that Splinter is yet to see and feel from me. Tonight Technical Violence will prevail and that little belt that Splinter holds so dear and that I have been trying to win for close to 2 years to win, will be coming home with me.

Mcmanus bends down and ties the laces of his boots before looking up again.

JM- Tonight is proberly my last chance to win this belt for a while and I will do anything not to lose, I will do anything to take that belt home, Splinter beware because its time for me to show what I can do and the world will know, the world will know what James Mcmanus is all about. It's my time to shine.

We are shown footage from "Earlier today" of Max Adamson and Clarissa arriving at Belfast International Airport. Clarissa is wearing over the top dark sunglasses and Adamson is wearing a lime green Adidas tracksuit and tinted sunglasses. A familiar face is seen behind the pair as Max's old Project X tag team partner Marlon is carrying the bags of Max and Clarissa. A reporter approaches the pair and some young 6WF fans run to Adamson looking for an autograph.

Reporter: Any chance of a quick interview?

Child: Can we have an autograph please?

Max: Well I was hoping to not be recognised...

(Max scribbles a poorly written autograph for the child and nonchalantly waves him and his friend away.)

Reporter: Why have you left it so long to arrive in Belfast? Redemption is tonight, and the rest of the roster has been here all week.

Max: In case you hadn't realised, my match against Cameron Faith isn't just a normal match. It isn't a one on one match between the Freeweight Champion and his challenger, like it should be. It's Cameron Faith and Kristal versus Max Adamson and Clarissa. See, while the majority of people are talking about Cameron Faith and his "intoxication" issues, i've been having to deal with the realisation that the destiny of the Freeweight Title, the destiny of MY match is not even in my hands. So we've been away. Marlon was out of work, so i've rehired him as mine and Clarissa's personal fitness instructor. He won't be present at ringside tonight but he has been training Clarissa as have I.

Reporter: So where did you go? Anywhere nice?

Max: Well, you've just seen my flight arrived from Doha, you figure it out. Some middle eastern sunshine and time away to prepare for my Redemption. See, this is my "Last Chance Saloon". I don't care one jot if Cameron Faith is drunk, wasted, whatever. I have had to prepare for MY match. Max Adamson has had a poor run of results. I have lost to people that Max Adamson just doesn't lose to. At least, people Max Adamson never used to lose to. I have lost to Uryu Ishida and Kuinshi, in the space of four weeks. Neither version of that idiot is even close to being good enough to lace my boots, yet the fun loving skippy impersonating Uryu and the faceless fearful afraid of skipping Kuinshi both pinned Max Adamson. How do you think that makes me feel?

Reporter: I don't know.

Max: No, you don't know. I've lost to no-marks, morons and idiots. Do you know who I am?

Reporter: You're Max Adamson.

Max: You're damn right i'm Max Adamson. I'm the Australian Phenom. I'm the former 6CW World Heavyweight Champion. I'm a two time 6WF Tag Team Champion, a two time 6WF European Champion and the next 6WF Freeweight Champion. AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'M GONNA KEEP LOSING TO NOBODIES!

Reporter: Clarissa, what sort of preparation have you been undertaking?

Clarissa: Well-

Max: Clarissa has been mentally preparing, getting herself into a specific state of mind to ensure that by the time the bell rings tonight, Max and Clarissa do whatever it takes to win. I can't jeopardise that by allowing her to speak to journalists so close to the match.

Reporter: And Marlon, what did Max do to convince you to rejoin forces with him after all you've been through?

Marlon: The paycheck...

Max: Marlon jests. But I am employing him, not 6WF. He has been drafted in to ensure Max Adamson becomes Freeweight Champion. First and foremost, that is his job description. He has to do that by ensuring he gets Clarissa in the right frame of mind and that's exactly what he has done up to now and exactly what he will do up until the match. Whether or not he remains is dependent on the end result. If Max Adamson is the Freeweight Champion, it's job done. If Max Adamson isn't the Freeweight Champion, it's job failed.

Reporter: Wouldn't Xanthi Rose have been a better trainer for Clarissa, seeing as she's a former two time 6WF Honeyz Champion and equally close to you?

(Clarissa looks annoyed at the mention of Xanthi's name)

Max: Clarissa and Xanthi don't... Get along. But irrespective of that, Marlon is more than adequate to do the job required. Cameron Faith may have Kristal, but no-one has seen what Clarissa can do. No-one has seen what she can do with the right training, the right preparation. If the Freeweight Title has been taken out of my own hands, out of my own destiny, then I am doing whatever it takes, whatever I can to bring it as close as possible to being in my control. Training Clarissa to be an equal partner in my aim of wearing the Freeweight Championship does just that. I am the womaniser, the lady stealer. I took Clarissa from the harmful sanctimonious clutches of Uryu and tonight, I take Lady Luck away from Cameron Faith. The only lady in this whole scenario who can stop me is her. Clarissa can do her bit, Kristal will no doubt fight for Cameron, but Lady Luck is who has been credited with Cameron keeping that Championship this long. Tonight, Max Adamson goes from having one beauty on his arm to three. Clarissa will be joined by Lady Luck and the 6WF Freeweight Championship.

(With that, Max beckons Marlon and Clarissa to follow him as he walks away from the reporter and towards the Taxi Rank of Belfast International Airport. Another autograph hunting child runs towards Adamson but Marlon cuts him off and blocks his route to Adamson.)

*Takeo gets in the face of Cassius, both men boiling with anger*

Takeo: "You've done some good things in your career, some barbaric beatings, some wonderful wins. I'm well aware Cassy."

*Takeo presses his forehead against Cassius's*

Takeo: "But come Sunday night I will be the one victorious. It's my time now Cassy. MY TIME! Bring your best, get fired up. I want to go toe to toe with Cassius Zhi, and I'm going to beat him."

*Takeo smirks at Zhi now, still forehead to forehead*

Takeo: "Lets get a chant going while I leave the ring shall we people?!"

*The crowd cheers loudly, Takeo still stares at Zhi*

Takeo: "Ok chant me out to this. Lets stoke the fire a bit more! Here we go, "Jessica's better than Zhi, Jessica's better than Zhi!"

*The crowd start roaring the chant, as Takeo drops the mic at Cassius's feet and exits the ring. As he heads up the ramp he chuckles and mouths at Cassius "The Era of Darkness will engulf you". He gets to the top of the ramp, raises his arm, and heads to the back*

Hidari Kenji AND Dopant Zero RP
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(The scene takes place in the 6WF Backstage Arena)

Hidari- This is only the beginning for my road to redemption. I'm not going to let no zoo zee talking frenchie stop me from reclaiming what I once lost. I want to embarrass him like he embarrass me. Jerome defeated me once before to be #1 contender back when that idiot The Fantic took the title off of me but I want my title back and I would do anything to get it back!

(Tsukasa laughs)

Tsukasa- Oh yeah so what makes you think one win would make a difference huh?

Hidari- You two need to worry about not getting your asses handed to you by The Consaultancy!

Tsukasa- We defeated those clowns before! We kicked their asses and quite frankly they can't and won't take these belts away!

Kenzaki- We will be in our 6 month reign as champions whether you like it or not!

Tsukasa- IF DOPANT ZERO LOSES TONIGHT THERE IS NO TAG TEAM DIVISION IN 6WF!

DOPANT ZERO IS THE MAIN REASON WHY THE TAG TEAM DIVISION IS ON NOTICED!

WE WILL BE SUPERIOR!

BUT HIDARI YOU WILL ALWAYS FALL SHORT!

Hidari- We'll see smart ass

(Hidari walks off)

(Scene fades away)