6WF Lockdown! - Monday 3rd February, 2014

A young clean shaven man with black hair walks to the side entrance of the 6WF Arena wearing a casual yet smart suit and tie. He carries a black metal briefcase as an average security guard stops him from entering the building. They look at each other silently for a few seconds before the guard clears his throat.

SG: Sir, where do you think you are going?

The suited man smiles and examines the security guard, wondering how many ways he can either bypass or neutralise him. He decides to take the civil approach, knowing in his future it may not always work and especially here.

???: I am here to join 6WF, I believe my contract has been signed by Mr McGraw and since his rather unfortunate health issues it has been sitting on a dusty desk waiting for me until now.

The guard seemed spooked by the mention of Danny McGraw, his health was still on everyones mind and the transition period was bound to bring chaos, he quickly grabbed his radio to double check that a meeting was taking place. The mysterious man simply smiled and walked into the building before the check was complete. The security guard tried to stop him.

SG: Sir you are not allowed in until you are cleared! You could be lying!

The suited man spun around on the spot and glared at the guard who froze in place unexplicibly. He cleared his throat and walked right up to the guards face, the smile gone from his face as the guard worried.

???: Never accuse me of lying again, do you understand?!?

Time for the guard seemed to stop, he wondered where the nice guy had gone and this lunatic came in. He didn't need to be yelled at, it was only his third day on the job. Luckily his radio bleeped, confirming the suited mans appointment as he smiled, turning back around to continue his walk to the offices. The guard shook his head and tried to comprehend what just happened but he had to get a final piece of information.

SG: Can I just confirm your name sir?

He stopped, bemused by the question and shook his head.

???: Read your appointment sheet, my name is Dylan Armstrong. Learn it.

The guard nods as Dylan continues to walk towards the 6WF offices.

*The camera pans around the Birmingham Arena revealing a capacity crowd patiently waiting for there favourite superstars. The camera finally settles on the announce table just as "I fought the Law" blasts around the arena. Cameron Faith, wearing blue tights, orange knee pads and boots, a beanie hat and the Freeweight Title over his shoulder steps out onto the stage to a deafening roar. He takes a few steps forward stops at the top of ramp and lifts the belt over his head as blue and orange pyros go off at each side of him. As the pyros settle down Cameron makes his way towards the ring*

RJ: What a reception for the Freeweight Champion!!!!!!!!!!!

RJ: And it's good to see Cameron finally wearing a wrestling outfit and dressing the part of a champion.

MW: Is that what you call it? He looks more like a clown to me RJ, It's a disgrace that he can call himself a three time Freeweight Champion.

RJ: There are many who agree with you Michael, that's why Cameron's only focus is to prove the doubters wrong. 

MW: Yes, He thinks he can be the greatest, I'll be amazed if beats Lex Hart tonight. Now theres a guy who has what it takes to be the best. A ruthless self centredness.

RJ: I'm not going to argue with you there Michael, Lex is among the best, a former 6WF world champion and a man determined to become champion again. This is as tough as it gets for Cameron.

*The camera focuses in on Cameron who is stood in the centre of the ring, microphone in hand. He waits for the  crowd to settle a little before lifting the mic to his mouth*

CF: First up, I would just like to wish Danny McGraw a speedy recovery.

Crowd: GET WELL DANNY, GET WELL DANNY, GET WELL DANNY!!!!!!!!!

*Cameron face stiffens in anger as waits for the crowd to quieten down for a second time *

CF: Now before I get to talking about my match I also have a message for Kristal.

What the fuck was that about, I thought we had finished these games, no scratch that I know we finished full stop. So what the hell was that about last week. Did you just feel like costing me a match for old time sakes or was there a purpose to your visit.

In that messed up head of yours did you really thank that was the best way to get my attention? Well here's an idea, the next time you want to get my attention try picking up the phone, I'll know it's you when the word bitch appears on my screen.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW

CF: Kristal, do us all a favour and stay the hell away from me, OK!!


*Cameron laughs to himself as the crowd start chanting his name*

MW: That's no way to speak to a woman, further proof that Cameron isn't the nice guy everyone says he is.

RJ: Come on Michael, She cost him another match, It's not like she doesn't have previous in that department, I think he has every right to be annoyed.

*Cameron strolls around that ring as the chants calm down*

CF: As for Lex Hart, The landscape of 6WF may be changing, there may be a new breed of young hungry stars trying to a make a name for themselves but Lex Hart without a doubt remains one of the most dangerous individuals around. The problem for Lex is so am I.

Once upon a time facing someone with a reputation like his, facing some the stature of Lex would have intimidated me but not now. Now he will  just be another notch on my ring post when I lay him out with one kick and listen to the ref count one - two - three.

Trust me when I say I may have 99 problems but Lex Hart won't be one.

*Cameron walks to the corner of the ring facing the ramp, lays the mic on the mat before climbing the turnbuckle and raising the Freeweight Belt over his head to another huge ovation as the show goes to commercial*

Hidari Kenji RP
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(The scene takes place inside a 6WF Arena. However the lights are out and it's pitched black. The fans are all hyped and anticipated when the lights turn on revealing a hooded man. The hooded man speaks)

....- Ladies and Gentlemen of the 6WF Universe. This Monday on 6WF you will witness the return. No you will witness a new and improve.... Nope this Monday you will witness the dominance of my client and soon to be your savior of 6WF. He is Hidari Kenji!

(The man pulls the hood off his head revealing to be Foo Poo newly known as Mr. Po.)

(The fans boo)

Mr. Po- You see Hidari Kenji like us all have gone through stages and these stages are just a bit of clarification just to find who we are as people. Hidari Kenji has indeed found himself and Hidari Kenji will be back next Monday ready to Fight and make no mistakes about it! Hidari Kenji will walk through each of those superstars in the back locker room and take them all out until no is left in our way!

(The fans boo)

Mr. Po- Hidari Kenji is a man of wisdom and Hidari Kenji is the sole reason why 6WF is where it's at right now! Hidari Kenji makes his own rules and Hidari Kenji spits into the face of authority! Hidari Kenji is a man of dominance and dedication! Hidari Kenji will seek revenge on those who has crossed him and Hidari Kenji will defeat them!

(The fans boo)

Mr. Po- I am a believer and the future is now of 2014! I will guarantee you that 2014 will mark if not the best year but the most dominant year to date for Hidari Kenji. I believe in Hidari Kenji because I believe in talent and yes when I say this correctly Hidari Kenji will soon be the face of 6WF!! Whether you like it or not!

This Brotherhood!

This Cult!

This lifestyle is all Hidari Kenji needs to be successful!

(The fans boo)

Mr. Po- Starting Monday witness a New Hidari Kenji! A Hidari Kenji who will walk in and defeat CM Funk! A Hidari Kenji who is serious! A Hidari Kenji who is dominant!

WALK WITH HIM!

(Scene Fades to Black)

Dylan continues to walk towards the 6WF Offices, passing a few of the locker rooms, some empty, some with the doors barely on one hinge and large holes in it, one even had caribbean music and smoke pouring out of it. He shakes his head disapointed as he passes a few of the stagehands who don't bat an eye at him. He soon round a set of stairs leading to a lone, dusty office. It had not been used for many months and still had the name "McGraw" plastered everywhere as it hid grafitti of "Walker is king!" but just barely. He casually entered the room and sat behind the desk, looking around and smiling as he flips open his briefcase.

Dylan: Some day, this office, the management and the guys beneath me will understand...

???: Mr Armstrong?

A chubby elderly man wearing a suit and glasses was looking directly at him and smiling. He approaches Dylan and coughs. Dylan raises out of the chair and offers it to him before spinning the briefcase around and looking serious.

Dylan: I assume you are the one I am here to meet. We spoke on the phone about a month ago.

The gentleman looked nervous, seemingly caught off guard by the immediate seriousness.

???: Well, not exactly. He sent me in his place as he has more important matters to deal with.

Dylan slammed his briefcase closed and stood up.

Dylan: I was told he would be here, I do not want his lackey to delay our talks any longer. Many federations are interested in me, most noteably 6CW.

The elderly gentleman flustered and stood up as he pulled out a phone from inside his jacket.

???: W...wait, let us not be hasty, just let me contact him.

He quickly dialed a number and spoke a few nervous words before Dylan snatched the phone, hearing gulls and giggles before suddenly smashing it to pieces on the desk and looking unimpressed at its destruction.

Dylan: Look here, I came out of good faith to meet your boss and he has the audacity to send you, an almost useless lackey out to me while he sips drinks on a fancy beach! Did he think he could lie and be dishonest with me? does he think that I am stupid and not worth his time?

Dylan suddenly pins the elderly man against the wall with his forearm. He flails weakly.

???: Sir, sir please let me go! we can arrange something out of this!

Dylan had a near soulless look in his eyes, smiling as he threw the man at what once was McGraws chair, toppling it over. Dylan stood over him and sighed.

Dylan: For your attempted deception, I luckily drafted a new contract that you will sign with immediate effect. It has increased pay, my own locker room and my own immunity to being fired for any, unneccesary roughness. It also grants me a 'Truth Clause' where if I discover any member of senior management lying to me about anything, I get to deal with them personally and in my own way.

Dylan knew he had control so saw no need to raise his voice much, yet he thought he had not hammered the point in, so he threw the man towards the desk before casually handing him a pen and the improved contract from his briefcase. He hurridly signed it before passing it back to Dylan.

Dylan: Before you go, I want you to send a message to your employer. I am here to clean up this place, remove all the faux smiles and dishonesty that haunts this place. I am here because this pitiful place needs a fresh start, no Danny McGraw, no Alex Walker. The dust should tell you the effort so called 'honest men' have put into maintaining this place. Their efforts do not amuse me and neither does yours!

Dylan Armstrong leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he leaves the elderly businessman in the dust filled room, coughing and spluttering at what he just let into 6WF.

"Turn up the trouble" hits and the crowd erupts, the fans go berzerk and a loud "Kenty" chant echoes around the arena.

RJ: Here he is, the TAW Champion...

MW: Wait a minute...

(The jubilation turns to jeers as Max Adamson walks out wearing a "Mr Kenty" t-shirt and has a huge smile on his face in an attempt to mock Kenty. Adamson walks to the ring and reaches up for a microphone to drop from the roof. Adamson smirks as the music stops but the booing and jeering continues. Adamson looks around the arena with a confused look on his face, he pauses before speaking into the microphone)

Max: Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting somebody else?

(Adamson grins as the crowd continue to boo, a loud "You Suck" chant begins)

Max: Ed Kenty can't be with you at this moment, he's pre-occupied with an after dinner speech. Although the guy talks so much it's also an after breakfast speech...

(Adamson laughs at his own joke as the crowd boo)

Max: And that's the thing about Kenty. He talks so much, but he never really says anything. It's just static. White noise. Kenty is the perfect golden boy for 6WF, he's the World Champion, he's on a hot streak of form right now, he attends every single 6WF fan event going because despite being a World Champion, for some reason he wants to spend every waking hour, surrounded by full on, bonafide nerds who just want want want all the time. I have no issue with Kenty wasting away his life like that, after all it's his decision. But I fail to believe that anybody is as clean cut as that guy portrays himself to be.

(The crowd boo once again as Adamson continues)

Max: Kenty is the man who stands between me and what has eluded me for far too long now. I don't need to invent a reason to dislike Kenty, I don't need a reason to make things personal between us. Because frankly this is already personal to me. I've already got personal issues with not being the World Champion. I have had to compete with the death of my best friend Chris Patricks...

(The crowd boo but Adamson cuts them off)

Max: Don't get me wrong, I'm done with Patricks, but it still affected me at first. I've had to deal with an interfering TGA doing everything in his power to stop me from achieving my goal, purely because I lied about who winning the title would be for. I said it was for Chris.

(Adamson shakes his head)

Max: Nah. Not a chance. When, not if, but WHEN I win the World Championship, it will not be for Chris Patricks. It will be for one man, and one man only. Me. In my 6WF career, I've had to deal with never being World Champion. In five and a half years I have had about twenty World Championship opportunities, but events have always conspired against me. But now it's time I put that to bed. Kenty is the man right now, even if he's a bland, boring man who I don't get along with, he is the man and he is the Champion. I promise you this Kenty, this is a personal issue between you and I because when I get my shot, when I get my opportunity, YOU will be the only individual standing between Max Adamson and the TAW World Championship. By default, I will have a personal issue with you because my personal dream will not be achieved all the time you remain as the Champion.

(Adamson's demeanour changes as he relaxes a little)

Max: Which brings me to this week. The main event. Clarke James, Thunder, and Mister Kenty, versus Max Adamson, "Standard" Mike Hill and Logan Kincade. That is the time and the place where Kenty will be officially on notice that Max Adamson is coming for the title. Because he seems pre-occupied with Mike Hill, and with last week ending in a brawl between the two, it's almost as if he isn't thinking about me yet. Well you should be Edward. You should be. And by the end of Lockdown, I assure you, if you haven't started thinking about Max Adamson, you will have. I stand before you all and announce that the next TAW World Heavyweight Champion is here and he goes by the name of MISTERRRRRRRR...

(Adamson looks at the crowd who finish it off by shouting "KENTY", he smirks, and he looks up again)

Max: ...AAAAADAMSONNNNNN...

(Adamson climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and has his arms outstretched)

Max: ...Adamson.

"Lonely Boy" hits and the crowd boo as Adamson releases the microphone from his grasp and exits the ring, walking up the ramp with a purpose.

Be Myself blasts through the speakers and Lex Hart strides through the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp he waves at Nay who is still stood atop the turnbuckle

LH: Nice outfit, Is that because you're made from Girrrrderrrrrrs?

Lex laughs to himself as the crowd stay silent, Nay jumps down from the corner and picks up the mic

NB: Really, you're giving out fashion advice?

Lex removes the sunglasses from the top of his head and checks himself out in the reflection

LH: Looks good from where I'm standing

The crowd start to shout You Suck. Lex hushes down the noise

LH: Panto season is over, let's have a little dacorum. I know Nay here isn't used to civilities but where I come from we are learnt a little thing called respect

The crowd boo and Lex smiles

LH: And another thing we learnt is that a good woman should be seen and not heard

Nay shrugs his shoulders

LH: What's the matter Nay, you got all that new ring attire because somebodies stolen your trousers

Lex smiles

LH: From where I'm standing it looks like they've stolen your dignity and respect whlist they were at it. How can you bare to look at yourself knowing that you are running around one step behind a woman

I have half a mind to offer you a pass on Monday. It looks like you need to get your house in order before you can even think about that ring!!

Lex is smiling as Nay raises the mic

*Cameron holds the mic up for a second before lowering it again and jumping down from the turnbuckle into the ring. He takes a few steps towards the ropes facing the stage and places the Freeweight title on his shoulder. He stares at Lex stood on the stage before raising the mic once again*

CF: Sorry Lex, didn't realise you wanted Gokwans job so badly. 

What's the problem, worried what the world will think when a man in orange trunks beats you? That pretty much sums you up though Lex, all style no substance.

I mean ever since your return to 6WF, what have you really achieved Lex? Yet you still have the cheek to offer me the pass. You are living on a dwindling reputation Lex and the sad part is that you have no one else to blame for your failures. Because as everyone knows, Lex Hart has no friends, that Lex Hart looks after number one.

So yes Lex, Kristal seems to have reared her head again and sure she cost me my match last week but let's get one thing straight. I have no problems being one step behind a woman because that's still puts me a couple of steps ahead of you.

*Cameron stares at Lex for a few moments*

CF: Lex, you stand on that stage checking yourself out in your glasses, posturing like your still relevant and making your jokes about how I need to get my house in order! But the truth is from where I'm standing, my house looks in pretty good shape.

*The crowd starts chanting Cameron's name as he takes a few steps back lifting the Freeweight title over his head

The show returns from a small commercial break to the backstage area where Jack Reynolds is standing by in the brightly lit and welcoming 6WF interview area. The official 6WF logo is shown on the large plasma television behind the standing roving reporter who is dressed in a expensive grey suit with a silky red tie hanging long over a black shirt. His hair is stylishly jelled and held immaculately by hair spray and hair wax. The crowd can be heard warmly cheering Reynolds who smiles at the camera before speaking into his 6WF microphone.*

JR: Welcome back Ladies and gentleman, my guest at this time is none other than our current TAW world champion.. Mr Kenty.

*Walking into shot, Kenty receives a huge cheer from the audience as he enters the shot looking to the side and smiling warmly. Kenty jokingly mouths "call me" at two ladies who are giggling uncontrollably and uses his hand to do a call me sign also as Reynolds clears his throat. Kenty is dressed in a official "Live Life Loud" shirt with a pair of blue Levi jeans and a pair of black and white Nike shoes. His baby blue eyes light up as he realises he is in the interview with his smile widening as he greets the audience by looking into the camera. He then turns to Reynolds who returns a grin before raising his microphone to his lips as Kenty bites his lip, bubbling with excitement.*

JR: Mr Kenty! Last week ended you suffered a lost to our 6WF World champion.. Logan Kincade. This week, you face Logan Kincade, Mike Hill and the Number one contender to your TAW world championship, Max Adamson. Your of course team with 6WF newest recruit, Thunder and 6WF legend, Clarke James. Your thoughts?

Mr Kenty: My thoughts? Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce, King of the stupid questions, Jack Reynolds! I got a question for you though, Jack. How would you feel if someone wanted to fight you. And I really mean, wanted to fight you. Like right now, how would you feel? Now hold that thought. Times that by three! and those three individuals are perhaps the three most dangerous men 6WF has to offer. Multiple championships, multiple success, Standard success and hardcore success. One comes from the land down under and he is with a lady who by all accounts is always down under on a didgeridoo!

JR: Well.. it wouldn't be good. 

Mr Kenty: Now you know how I feel. But, I told everyone last week and to Logan in that ring, I fear nothing and regret less. And that goes for Mike Hill and Max Adamson. I have never backed down in my life from any challenge. Like tonight. Max Adamson, Mike Hill and Logan Kincade.. they all want to stamp their authority on the new landscape of 6WF. Their reputations, still highly regarded but raising them to levels on an unprecedented level in 2014. Hill want's his title back, Adamson want's the title and Kincade want's the world to know he is the greatest 6WF champion. But I got some news.. they picked the wrong guy to choose. Jack you know what that means?

JR: That they will all be in for a tough match tonight?

Mr Kenty: No, that means tonight I will show the world that the only standard thing about Mike Hill is that he just isn't up to my standard! See Jack, It doesn't matter if your the 6WF champion, the Australian phenom,  The epitomy of excellence, Strong, weak, black, white, red, brown, giant or a "little person" you want the TAW world championship, you got to go through me. And if that means you got to push yourself to your absolute limit to a point where you drop to your knees, then and only then will you experience how far you have to come to try and take the TAW world championship away from me and those fans in that very arena tonight. 

JR: And your tag team partners and they are big names in the wrestling business, Thunder and Clarke James?

Mr Kenty: They are big names, no question. And Clark James, it doesn't get much bigger. And for all you ladies out there, you haven't seen him in the locker room either! But! Clarke James maybe big, but he isn't as big as the main event tonight on Lockdown. For the first time in the history of 6WF history.. This crackpot team of 6WF superstars will be kicking asses, taking names, cashing cheques and cracking necks with the intensity of the fans here tonight and the millions of fans watching worldwide, all eyes on the LG arena in Birmingham in the United Kingdom! Clarke James! Faithless. And if we need you to, you will save them from Alex Walker once again. Thunder.. The oncoming storm to wash away all that stands in his path! Thunder! one short shot of Tequila bomb and its lights out. Aswell as the guys on this team we have yours truly who enjoys the simple things in life yet enjoys rough and tumble every Monday night on Lockdown and there is one thing Adamson.. Hill and Kincade will have to go through before they talk about what happens tonight and that is a Mic-check.

JR: I must ask also Kenty, Max Adamson had some pretty tough words for you this evening also. Putting you on notice essentially.. 

*Kenty's demeanor changes to a more serious tone as Reynolds ask the question, as he lets the question sink in, Kenty scratches his brow before answering looking into the camera.*

Mr Kenty: I wan't you to listen really close.. for the past few months and especially tonight, I saw something in Max Adamson that I have never seen before in my life. I saw serious hunger and fire, and man to man and eye to eye. I respect you for that. But if you want to come out to that ring in the middle of the LG arena and talk like that about me right now, what I do and who I am.. the way I see it you got yourself two options.  

Mr Kenty: Option A, because your the Australian phenom, have a gigantic chip on your shoulder after beating a former champion twice..Go let Clarissa give your ego a further boosting. Or Option B, put some action with your words and rock up to that ring and fight like I know you can and lets tear this house down. 

Mr Kenty: But wow.. big words tonight Max. It took about ten seconds for those people out there in the LG tonight for their expectations to be raised and exactly in the same ten seconds all these people in this very building wan't me to beat the holy hell out of you. I got news for you, Max Adamson. You may have that fire in your belly and you may have the hunger to tear me to pieces but I have that exact roaring fire in my belly and the hunger of an entire army to hold onto the TAW world championship. And if you weren't out there just now to throwdown then your words are just as fake as Clarissa. How many years now have we been doing this for Max? plenty of years now. How many years have we both strived to be on top of the mountain, how many years have we both have had our ups and downs, titles and success. For years we have both been to cities around the world and torn the place down. We have crossed paths occasionally, but both of us know not as much as we would have liked. Because we both know.. how good we both are. 

Mr Kenty: And despite all this.. the reason why all those people come to the LG, paying their hard earnt money on buying tickets to come watch the shows weekly. Whether, there coming here too boo you, Max Adamson or cheer me or even the other way around. They know every time that when they see our names.. they know that whatever either one of us do. Something big, something controversial.. whatever it is. Were making a point to raise the bar. And try to go the extra mile. Tonight, you have the opportunity to meet me in that ring and show the 6WF world about what could possibly be one of the biggest showdowns in this company's history. Instead, so far tonight, to tell those people out there that I'm bland. That I'm boring. That this thing between us is personal. If that's all you got to say about me.. then I think we both know that when we finally do meet in that ring we both know the result. That I will be walking out of that ring still the TAW world champion.. Don't underestimate me. Because your just wasting my time, your time and the time of all those people out in that arena. But if you wan't to get gritty Adamson, we can get gritty. 

Mr Kenty: Make no mistake about it Max.. this maybe a little six man tag team match but make no mistake about if, my focus is squarely on you. Mike Hill and Logan Kincade have plenty of beef with me.. but I know for a fact, looking to the future that our matches will be based on punishment. Our matches will boil down to which man is the toughest and I know when I look at you in that ring, deep down I know I'm tougher than you. And if you don't believe that now, when I look into your eyes in that ring later on tonight then you will know I will be telling the truth. That's why I will be remaining TAW world champion and that's why you wan't to make this personal because I will still be holding onto the TAW world champion after you have thrown everything at me. Because you know that all the matches over the years and all the times we have been beaten down and broken by different matches and superstars, both you and I know that I come back fighting stronger both mentally and physically. I have had everything thrown at me and everytime you will know from watching me as you said last week I get back up swinging. 

Mr Kenty: You wan't to make it personal because you wan't to finally keep me down. that's fine.. you now have the opportunity to put your money where your mouth is. But in that ring later tonight and defending the TAW world championship against you Max Adamson, I will unleash hell on you for myself and for the 6WF world. So bring as much as you can and more because despite our clear differences I'm excited to finally meet you in that ring with the lights on brighter than they have ever been and when the stakes are higher than ever.. with the TAW world title on the line. But as far as tonight goes.. I have no doubt in my mind, that we will show the world why we are two of the best athletes in this business. See you out there, Max. 

*Nodding at Reynolds with some purpose, Kenty walks away from the roving reporter as Reynolds looks on before leaving the scene. The audience let out another roar of anticipation which is audible from the camera. The camera keeps on Kenty as he walks away from the 6WF interview area picking up a bottle of water from the top of a equipment container in the corridor as he goes. Kenty continues to walk down the corridor but a beautiful blonde haired lady from the make up department approaches Kenty with a glowing smile.She is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a 6WF official top. She taps Kenty on the shoulder, smilingly warmly as Kenty turns around looking pretty happy and chirpy now as the lady begins to speak.

??: Um, Hi Kenty! How are you?

Mr Kenty: Pretty good Kim! How are you? 

Kim: Not bad.. Just checking up on you!

Mr Kenty: Well, thank you very much! I see your looking pretty well this evening. So, I imagine your okay! 

Kim: Ahh, that's nice. Thank you.

Mr Kenty: Well, I would like to apologise for something.. for last week "you guys make a great couple" "You guys should make something of it!" And I know some of the guys around here are crazy but.. everybody is talking. 

Kim: I know right, it's insane. It's like you can't be friends around here anymore. It's weird.. it's almost like they don't understand. 

Mr Kenty: I guess because they see a beautiful women and obviously they think..

Kim: Oh, but your pretty hot too. 

Mr Kenty: Thanks. But I just wan't to apologise for the gossip of everyone else! oh yeah.. they can all hear me down that corridor. But.. you left something. You left something behind.. last night. 

*Kim looks slightly confused as Kenty rummages in his back pocket before clutching something. He hands it to Kim as she opens it up in her hand, the camera picks up some red racy underwear as she quickly scrunches up as the crowd wolf-whistle and laugh. She holds her hands up to her face, going slightly red in embarrassment as Kenty looks on struggling not to laugh but maintaining a serious look, biting his lip. 

Kim: Oh my god! I have.. to.. go now! I have an appointment with Michael Wire.. he needs his hair doing. Thank you so much! bye!

Mr Kenty: Yeah.. go and see Michael. He needs it!

*Kim quickly exits the scene with a smirk and a giggle, quickly hurrying along the corridor to the make up area. Kenty looks on at the departing Kim with a cheeky smirk, his eyes glint mischievously before clutching his water and necking a vast amount of water from the bottle. He exhales as he finishes off the water bottle as the crowd continue to cheer and laugh. The scene ends with Kenty continuing to look down the corridor, his eyes lighting up mischievously still before raising his eyebrows up and down looking off into the distance as the scene returns to the LG arena.*

We are moments before Lockdown going to air and a cameraman is rushing backstage towards a commotion coming from the direction of the jobbers' locker room. The door is ajar and the cameraman nudges through to see what is kicking off inside. 

Rasta and Chad Dack are trying to hold back CM Funk who is all decked out in his diamanté studded purple jumpsuit, impossibly shined black platform boots... and sunglasses ON! 

Rasta : Now Mon. Think about dis mon. 

CM Funk : No way G! I'm going home. I'm going home right now, G! 

Chad Dack : Rasta is right. You need to calm down. 

CM Funk shakes his head vigorously

CM Funk : Are you crazy G? Are you happy with this? Are you happy G? Because CM Funk isn't happy. Is CM Funk happy girls? 

In the corner of the room is CM Funk's three glamorous backing singers. 

Girls : NO WAY!

CM Funk : I said is CM Funk happy?

Girls : NA-UH! 

CM Funk : HUH! Damn right. They can't do this. They can't do this G. Thunder has only just got here.. he can't be in the main event! No way G. I'm going home. I'M GOING HOME RIGHT NOW! 

First Hero gets to walk in to the Born in Fire main event and now this? 

I'm going home. I've saved every match fee I ever got - I'm made - I don't need this I'm going home. 

CM Funk reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out two twenty pound notes and throws them down on the table. 

CM Funk : And what about Rasta? That G is hot with this crowd. Those G's love him like a fat kid like joint problems in later life. Yet is Rasta on the card? 

Hell no he ain't! These people don't know what they are doing G. I'm going home. Write me out, I don't care. I'm going home. 

I am taking my ball and going home G! 

Funk turns around and picks up his disco ball then makes a break for it but Rasta snaps and slaps Funk across he face. Chad Dack audibly inhales deeply in shock. 

Rasta : SNAP OUT OF IT MON! 

Don't sweat bout me Mon. You got a BIG opportunity mon. You beat Kenji Hidari and you on the map mon! 

It suddenly seems to dawn on CM Funk. 

CM Funk : Is he right Girls?

Girls : HMMM... MMMMM! 

CM Funk : I said IS HE RIGHT GIRLS?

Girls : YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH! 

CM Funk flicks out his oversized diamond studded collar. 

CM Funk : Damn right he's right that's right. So id better get on it!

Girls : GET ON UP!

CM Funk starts busting a shoulder popping move 

CM Funk : Get on the scene!

Girls : GET ON UP! 

The girls start to gather around Funk, dancing around him 

CM Funk : Like a wrestling machine! 

Girls : GET ON UP! 

CM Funk : You know what I mean? 

Girls : GET ON UP! 

CM Funk : Though I'm feeling green.

Girls : GET ON UP!

CM Funk : My skills are mean 

Girls : GET ON UP! 

CM Funk : Hanging with my G's!

Girls : GET ON UP!

CM Funk : Crackers and Cheese

Girls : GET ON UP! 

CM Funk startles, throwing his hands up in the air

CM Funk : OWWWWWWWWW! NOW STOP! 

Funk's got to go to Kenji Hidari's locker room right now and drop his ass a pipebomb! 

Funk takes a step towards the door but then swings back flicking his collar again. 

CM Funk : Well... I would... but I've got my sunglasses on! 

So I'll just do it here. 

CM Funk faces the camera 

CM Funk : Kenji Hidari.... I'm not sacred of you. You've got no friends any more. And no-one to tell you when all that sushi you eat makes your breath smell like Moses!

I'm going to show you that it does!

We cut to the lair of the fanatic it as usual is lit in its bright red light as the camera flickers in and out of focus as it scans round the room. eventually after several moments it picks out the massive frame of the fanatic

F- Oscar Wilde once wrote that man is least himself, when he speaks in his own person. 

Fanatic leans forward and stares sadistically into the camera

F- Give him a mask and he shall tell you the truth.
Fanatic continues to stare into the camera
Well mr berg I have some truth for you, February 3rd, is going to be a very bad day for you and Mr Stevens


Fanatics stern look becomes a sadistic grin

F- You see mr berg as impressive as I know you are. You need to ask yourself just how far you are willing to go, to attempt to stop me. 
Fanatic leans in even further to the camera.
What will it be Mr berg, pick your poison
Fanatic raises his voice
BECAUSE I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE IT IN YOU
Fanatics voice lowers again
Prove me wrong Udo. You see Mr Berg

Fanatic licks his lips as a blood red liquid trickles from his mouth

F- I know the rules, but the rules dont know me


Fanatic now sits back deep into his seat

F- As for you Mr Stevens, you may not be a stranger to this buisness but you are indeed a stranger to me. You have never experienced anything like me.
I am the unloved, unwanted child of that wretched whore known as professional wrestling.
And Mother I'm coming home.

And Blue Dragon, do you trust me? because I sure as hell don't you, you cross my path and you will be made to pay, just like every other person, you will become a victim 

Fanatic again laughs manically  before he throws his hand forward covering the camera lense and we fade 

Lex spits at Faith
LH: Put that peice of crap belt down. You talk about relevance and you parade that piece of tin like it makes you important. I am not the one who has to prove myself.

You are the underdog here Cameron. You really think you can get under my skin with talk of a dwindling reputation??

I have shown what I can do Cameron - Potential is not the same as achievement. I know what sins I have comitted in the past and I have come to the comfortable realisation that you know what, I'll probably committ some horrible things in the future, and I am happy with that, because you know why Cameron?

I will do what ever it takes to get back to the top!

People are saying 2014 is a big year for 6WF. And their damn right it is because its going to be all about me!!!!!!!!

Be Myself blasts out of the speakers as Lex mockingly salutes the crowd before returning backstage

We see a locker room with the lights on, it is dark in the corridor as the sound of a television can be heard.

The camera moves to show it is the locker room of Logan Kincade, we peer in to see him stood, still in his in ring gear, looking at the TV which is showing the main event of Lockdown last week.

He smirks at his victory of Mr Kenty, then as Hill looks towards him and they begin to beat down on Mr Kenty he chuckles to himself before grunting in annoyance as Mike Hill begins to disrespect him. Then as the two ReGenesis members begin to square each other up and Thunders music hits Logan's face drops and an almost visible red mist descends over Logan's eyes as Thunder makes his appearance.

Kincade pauses the video on Thunder and throws the remote control across the room causing it to smash into tiny pieces. He takes a deep breath before he slowly breathes out. He continues to stare at the screen for a few seconds before he slowly begins to shake his head.

LK: Well... this won't do. Not at all...

He walks over to a mirror and glares at himself.

LK: I'm gonna smash his fucking face into the hard floor, then I'm gonna do the same to Clarke James before I embarrass Mr Kenty for the second time in two weeks. The plan remains the same. This isn't professional this week, this is personal. I am gonna make them all pay. Everyone! Adamson and Hill better understand their place in this match and stay the fuck out of my way.

The powers that be are pulling their strings again.... I can sense it, I can tell. They are terrified of me, Well they can throw whatever they like at me. This week I will show everyone just why I am champion. I...

hnn.......

The camera man makes a noise and Logan turns towards the door, before he can get close the camera man makes a run for it and the camera cuts off.