6WF Lockdown! - Monday 24th February, 2014

Dylan Armstrong walks around backstage as the usual stagehands get out of his way very quickly. He examines their fear and smiles as nervous sweat runs down their cheeks. He sees a nervous intern walking up as he goes to pass him a coffee, He found the kids initiative a neat twist on the typical stagehand.

SH: Y...your coffee s..sir

His hand was shaking, he was holding it out to Dylan at arms length before it was snatched away from him. Dylan took a sip and nodded, the stagehand backing away quickly and fumbling into an IT guy in the process. They start arguing and blaming each other for the minor bump, catching Dylans attention as he soon steps inbetween them, unimpressed.

DA: What is going on here...

Both men froze and stammered, tripping over their own words trying to defend themselves as Dylan grabs them both by the throat and holds them up against the wall.

DA: All of the future is looking at you two right now and it is shaking its head. You argue over petty things and that leads to lies that spiral out of control. You both do not understand what the future holds, you are not the centre of it yet you could be. You could be the centre of the future with honesty, clarity and a little thing called Truth yet you try to save face here and now when clearly you are both to blame. Look at yourselves and look hard, where have little white lies gotten you? what has become of them? They have grown into the men I see before me and I pity them. You two disgusting, whimpering carcasses of liars do not deserve to be here!

Dylan pulls them away from the wall and goes to slam them against it but stops just before they hit the wall and lets them go. They flee together towards the car park as Dylan smiles.

DA: I have more important liars, decievers and dishonest men to deal with. James McManus, I have the pleasure to deal with you first here in 6WF and once again, you lie. Last week you threatened me to come after you with the threat of you being ready. I came to the ring and I was dissapointed, you were not ready. I took you down easily and gave you an Open Mind, It is the continuation of punishments you will recieve until I get what I want. I want your European Title and I am the only one who deserves an opportunity at it. If you think just being ready will deter me from proving my point then you are sadly mistaken. I have a question for you James, what makes you stay here and take the punishment I am giving you? Are you accepting it as a penance for your dishonesty? I hope you understand then that this will not stop for you, I am your punisher and I say when I stop and when you have had enough! I am the leader of the truthful generation, I am your future and you cannot escape it McManus! D...T...A

"Breathe" plays around the arena and Vortex appears at the top of the rampway. He holds the tag team title over his shoulder but lets it drop to the floor as he starts to stride towards the ring. The crowd chant NO WIN NO FEE, and Vortex visibly grimaces and scrunches up his eye. He takes a microphone off of the commentators desk before entering the ring. "Breathe" dies down and Vortex begins to speak.

Vortex: Thank you for the original welcome. I never tire to hear it.....

He sarcastically looks out around the crowd before continuing.

Vortex: 2014 hasn't been the best of starts for me. Yeah, I won last week.....but against the comedy duo. It's as if all the hard work of 2013 has vanished. I have lost my way and am missing a vital piece that I used to have. Something that has been lying dominant inside me and it only came back to the surface on the 3rd of February this year.

He looks into the camera and motions a belt around his waist before smirking.

Vortex: What has been awoken is now how I will conduct myself in 2014. That fateful date made me realise that hard work doesn't get you anywhere unless you have the balls to take things one drastic step further. James McManus found that out two weeks ago. He begged and pleaded his innocence after our match. Armstrong screwed me and McManus was happy to take the win. But the match was only over when McManus felt Rupture. Then last week, during a tag match not even worth my time, the same thing happened. At the end I decimated the legal man and when Funk ran in, I destroyed him too. For the match was only over when they both felt Rupture.

He cracks his knuckles.

Vortex: And now we come to this weeks opponent....Thunder. I watched in interest at your last match. Hill coming down, distracting you and Hidari getting the pin. I know I don't need the Standard Sideshow to interfere in my business for our match. Because if he does, and it causes me to pick up the win, I will be straight out of that ring and killing Hill on that aisle. Because.......THE MATCH ISN'T OVER UNTIL YOU FEEL RUPTURE!!

He screams aggressively at the ceiling and the crowd are shocked. He calms down almost instantly and stares back at the camera.

Vortex: Do you see a pattern here? Do you people understand what I am saying? The rules are not meant to be abided by anymore. Not by me. So I lose.....big deal. Now when I taste defeat, in my mind, it hasn't happened. We are still fighting. You are still fair game. An opponent still there to be destroyed.

He looks down at the ground and feels his forehead.

Vortex: In the dark spot of my mind, I have forgotten what I used to say. Some statement that I said with meaning. With purpose. A phrase that meant something.........NO WIN!

Crowd: NO FEE!

Vortex: No, no, no, no! That isn't it! You guys need to look to the future now. A future where a defeat means that the match isn't over. A future where the bell ringing and an opponents hand raised means the match isn't over. A future where only I, standing over an guy broken with Rupture, signifies that a match isn't over. Because at that point......he will get another.

He points to the camera with feeling.

Vortex: The humiliating loss to Crime Lord caused this. At that point, when I was lying there, I should have got back up walked down that aisle and Rupture-d the smug git through the floor. I should have stood over him there and then. Congratulating him on his win. Then with a mouthful of spit, I should have looked down and bellowed..........THE MATCH ISN'T OVER UNTIL YOU FEEL RUPTURE!!

Vortex suddenly motions as if holding someone and then drops himself down to the canvas with authority. He stays lying there for a second before he gets back up to his knees. He quietly whispers into the microphone.

Vortex: Maybe I will get that chance. Maybe. But I should thank him. Thank him for shaking my head to the core with that lock and load. Because that phrase that I had forgotten had at last appeared at the forefront of my mind. A phrase that now describes what I am about. Defeat is irrelevant now. Winning is irrelevant now. Only one thing is important......THE MATCH.....ISN'T OVER.....UNTIL YOU FEEL.....RUPTURE.........

He looks about at the audience with a smirk on his face.

Vortex: And that phrase.....that sweet description of how 2014 will be for me now......four words when uttered signifies everything that will be. Covering me for the 1.....2......3 only means that you need to get out of that ring faster. Because.....from now on..........

He gets up and walks towards the camera.

Vortex: NO WIN. NO MERCY.

He chucks the microphone down as "Breathe" plays. He then walks to the centre of the ring and bellows with both arms raised. After this, he slowly exits the ring and heads back up the aisle. He awkwardly bends down and retrieves the tag team belt he dropped earlier; letting it drag along the floor, before going through the backstage curtain.

“Sir Psycho Sexy” by Red Hot Chili Peppers begins to play and CM Funk and Rasta slink out from behind the curtain. Rasta is in his usual Rastafarian get-up, and Funk is in an extravagant full length fur coat with matching fur top hat. Both men have their sunglasses ON!

Funk is holding two dog leads with women attached, dressed in leather, crawling down the ramp ahead of him. They both also have sunglasses ON!

Wire : What in the blue hell is this? The freak show are here.

Rasta looks down at the two women who seductively snarl and snap their jaws at the crowd with an anxious look of worry etched on his face as the music cuts. Rasta turns to Funk and begins to talk, but is cut off by the exuberant fur covered whirlwind.

Rasta : Hey mon….

CM Funk : OH WHAT A BIBLICAL NIGHT!

ARE YOU WEARING YOUR SUNGLASSES, G?

Rasta raises his hands to his eyes and pulls the glasses down his nose, and then pulls them back up again, looking surprised at the presence of his sunglasses. This has the momentary effect of making Rasta forget his worries, and become enlivened with the same level of excitement as Funk.

Rasta : I GOT THEM ON!

Funk : OOOOH YEAH I GOT MY SUNGLASSES….. ON!

Rasta : ON!

The two men begin whipping each other up into a frenzy as the crowd join in.

Funk : I GOT THEM ON!

Rasta : I’VE GOT MY SUNGLASSES… ON!

Funk : ARE YOU WEARING YOUR SUNGLASSES?

Rasta : I’VE GOT THEM…. ON!

Funk : I’VE GOT MY SUNGLASSES…. ON!

Rasta : ON!

Funk : I'VE GOT THEM ON!

Rasta : ON!

Funk : ON!

Together with the crowd : ON!

CM Funk : WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rasta calms himself down.

Rasta : But hey…. Mon…. Mon. Let’s chill alright. We got ‘tings to discuss.

Funk looks at Rasta incredulously as he points to the two women on leashes

Rasta : I can’t help but ‘tink this is a bit derogatory.

Funk looks down at the girls again and then back to Rasta, before looking back at the girls, worried.

CM Funk : OWWWWWWWW! You might be right, G. We might have ourselves an emergency right here, G. Hold these girls…. I need to put a call into the Mothership.

Funk passes the leashes to Rasta who holds them uncomfortably as Funk takes out a giant, glittery phone and punches in some numbers.

CM Funk : There’s only one number to call in an emergency, G…. and that’s NILE NILE NILE!

YO NILE… WHERE YOU AT?

Man you always chillin’ with those robot fuckers these days.

You got your sunglasses on?

Yeah I got my sunglasses on!

Is Bootsy there?

He got his sunglasses on?

Damn straight G.

Oh you’ve seen it?

Does it look sexist?

Sheeeeeee….. OK. I’ll sort this out, G.

We still good for that Thai on Tuesday though right?

Two for one Thai Tuesday?

Me you Boots and Clints.

Sweeeeeeeeeeet!

Funk hangs up and turns to Rasta

Funk : Yeah. It looks sexist.

Rasta slaps his head in disbelief.

Rasta : Oh mon, I told you mon! Alrigh’ lets chill mon. I’ve got a better gimmick idea anyway that will get us out of this hole Mon!

CM Funk : OK. Can we just do the promo that this whole thing sets up first though?

Rasta looks flustered

Rasta : Yeah mon. But just cut to the chase though mon. Damage limitaTION, you get me? Just the final bit!

CM Funk nods and takes the leashes and turns to the cameras.

CM Funk : …. That’s why Visage…. Udo Berg… you’ll set these sexy pieces free at Lockdown.. because you’ll be our bitches then!

POW!

POW!

Rasta : POW!

Funk : POW!

Now then G, lets…. LET’S MOVE ON UP, and do this new gimmick you got. Let’s save some face, G.

Funk, Rasta and the two girls leave the stage and everything falls silent.

After about two minutes there is a rolling sound, and suddenly a Jamaican bobsleigh flies through the curtain and chugs down the ramp, crashing into the apron, toppling over.

CM Funk and Rasta get out of the bob without saying a word, and Funk turns to walk away up the ramp.

Rasta : HEY NOW BREDREN... HAVEN’T YOU SEEN THE FILM MON?

We need to show our guts, mon.
Our team spirrrrrrit, mon.
We gots to pick this cart up and carry it over the line mon!

YOU AND ME, MON!
TOGEDDER!

Rasta thumps his heart passionately and Funk looks down at the bob, and then at Rasta, and smiles as if an epiphany had happened.

CM Funk : OWWWWWWWW you’re right, G. Come on G, I’m getting this bob up on my shoulders and carrying it into that ring RIGHT NOW!

Rasta nods excitedly, shaking his dreads and kneels down to pick up the bob. Funk goes to do the same, but then stands back up

CM Funk : Well…. I would.

But I’ve got my sunglasses ON!

With that, Funk leaves Rasta and the toppled cart and strides away up the ramp. He wolf whistles and the two women on leashes run to him from the back.

Funk : We could do husky shit!

Jack Reynolds is standing backstage, mic in hand.

JR: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Blue Dragon..

Blue Dragon steps into shot, a serious look on his face and a glint of anger in his eye

BD: Thanks Jack.. Now I asked for this interview so that I could get a few things clear.. You see last week I was really looking forward to putting the big German sausage swallower down and using his gargantuan arse as a stepping stone, away from this Austin Stevens bullshit and into the higher leagues... You know? Where I belong.. But no, that little homeless looking twat decides to get involved.. And drag me back down to his level. And now I hear that he's 'taking 6wf by storm'?? Are you fucking kidding me?!?

Dragon looks at Reynolds who panics and blurts out an answer...

JR: He has taken out some really quite quite formidable stars.. Last week he took down you, Udo Berg, Fanatic and Visage.... That is the former Tag Champions, The Hardcore Champion and yourself. That's no small accomplishment...

Blue Dragon smiles and rests a massive hand on Reynolds' shoulder

BD: You don't see it how I see it Jack, not many people do. You see he's been going around here, acting out, making himself look, oh such a bad ass. He's been going out getting smashed and drugging cameramen, he's abused 6wf staff and he's threatened a woman. He's done all of this as if he's keeping it secret. But we've all seen the tapes play on air. He goes around here like he's some phycopath, that doesn't care about what people think, and yet he tries his best to uphold this stereotypical persona of a 'bad guy' treating weaker people like shit and beating down other wrestlers when their back is turned, and he thinks that will make him famous? Let me put it to you this way Jack.. You are the voice of 6wf..

The young man Blushes and fiddles with his suit jacket as he struggles to get a coherent sentence out...

JR: Oh well I don't know.. I wouldn't say...

BD: No Jack, you are. To me, and to most of our fans you are. But let's say that your doing your job right now, interviewing me, talking about all this bullshit, when Mike Wire comes running down that corridor and twats you one across the head with a steel chair, then beats you senseless and runs away again... Would that make him a better interviewer than you?

JR: No...

Reynolds looks quite stern when he answers, to the surprise of Dragon.

BD: So why, if Stevens comes out and attacks me, Udo and Fanatic while we are doing our jobs, does that make him better than us? I mean, to me, taking this company by storm is coming in and taking on all comers, from the bottom of the card right the way to the top, taking beatings and getting back up and constantly nesting yourself each and every week. This kid has had a hand full of 'impressive' wins, and has spent the rest of his time bullying staff and sneaking up behind me and Fanatic before running away again when we get back up. Does that really say 'future Hardcore champion' to you. Because, I for one, am not all that impressed...

Blue Dragon turns to walk away as Reynolds calls him back..

JR: While I have you here..

Dragon turns and smirks..

JR: This week we see the return of the 'pick your poison' matches and you have no match on the card.. Can I ask, have you Infact received an offer for any of these surprise matches and if not then what are you plans for the show? It's not like you to stay out of trouble Dragon...

Dragon smiles at Reynolds he puts his arm around him and he leans over speaking into Jacks mic..

BD: I'm not very well going to tell you what's going to happen am I? I mean, give me some credit. As far as we know.. This could be the last you see of me until next week.. Right?

Blue Dragon winks as Jack before walking off chuckling to himself..

The show is ticking along nicely when the screen begins to crackle, a warning sign begins to come through as the live feed is interrupted.

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

A live shot of what appears to be the basement storage area of the arena is shown.
It is dark but the silhouette of a man can be seen, the lights begin to flicker showing it is in fact Logan Kincade. He is stood with a towel on top of his head, The camera is close in but the harsh light is casting a dark shadow from the towel, so much so that we can not see Logan's eyes.

LK: It's becoming too easy Crime Lord...

the tone of Logan's voice is one we haven't heard for a while, an almost out of breath, manic voice. The last time this voice was heard, was when Logan faced Blue Dragon.

LK: Haha....hahaha...hnnnnnnnnnnnnn I mean haha, every week, you waltz around here, with your suits... and your cigars, like the big "I am"...... instead of the the big "I was" that you really are...

Logan smirks briefly but it soon returns to a scowl.

LK: I can't pretend that I don't love spilling your blood... all over the mat. I can't pretend I won't enjoy doing it again... but I have been thinking Crime Lord... I was thinking about fairness... is it fair? is it FAIR... to allow you a shot at the world title? When you can't even beat Mr Kenty? Hell there are people in this company right now I KNOW... will be pretty unimpressed if you got a title shot over them.

Lex Hart for one. That new guy Stevens is another... Hell Rasta and CM Funk are more deserving than you right now. All you do, each week, is lose, then bleed. Is that the behaviour of a champion elect? 

Logan pauses for a second.

LK: No... it isn't is it Crime Lord? But then again... who said life was fair? Look at this weeks show. Pick your own poison matches... they're not fair are they? Oh.. not for me. I mean for whoever I pick to face me, it's not fair for them. It's an impossible match for them, facing one such as me... in one hand it is the making of a man to face his fears, but to have your career put in such jeopardy for the entertainment of these sheeple? 

That's downright unfair Crime Lord.

Logan raises his head a little almost showing his eyes before he lowers it again.

LK: Something happened to me this week Crime Lord, something profound... something enlightening.... I had what people might call a "re evaluation" I asked myself..

"Logan?"
"Yes Logan?"
"What is it you love?"
"Love?... well that's a tough question Logan, I am not the loving type, but if I had to be honest"
"please do"
"..well I suppose I love... fighting"
"fighting? that's a strange thing to love Logan"
"Why do you say that? It is the only thing that makes one feel... alive, it is the only way to feel in a world that has numbed our senses to an almost vegetative state"
"wow. well when you put it like that, fighting... is all we have"
"exactly Logan, I love fighting, because I must fight"
"but Logan... do you not love your world title?"
"this?... No, this is just a key"
"a key?"
"Yes, a key, I have opened the door, this key... is useless"
"then what are you doing?"
"what do you mean Logan?"
"Why are you so obsessed with being world champion?"
"I am....not obsessed? I am just focused..........................."

Logan jumps forward a little.

LK: Then it hit me!... I have been focusing on the wrong thing all this time, I was worried about making this company better, then I remembered who I truly am. There is no need to make this company better, I just need to make everyone in this company know that their current best, isn't anywhere near good enough.

Logan snarls and tries to control himself as the anger swells in him.

LK: ......And now here we are. Pick your poison. and you are, all poison... Hahahaha hnnnnnnnnnnn! FUCKING POISON! I hate each and every single one of you fucking tumours. I resent that I have to look at your stupid simpleton faces on the side of the company coaches, and posters. Your fucking putrid stench fills my nostrils when I enter the arena and doesn't leave for hours after I leave. I am re focusing my attention, no longer do I wish to destroy and rebuild this place. I plan to evaluate each and every one of you. If you do not meet the criteria I set, well, you won't enjoy what I do to you.

Logan composes himself.

LK: I AM your World champion.And while I am, you will live up to my expectations. hahahahaha...hAHAHAHAHAHA hnnnnnnnnnnnnn hahahahahaa

Logan pulls off the towel from his head showing his head has been re-shaved and the war paint is back but it is all over the place, the usual careful and neat tribal shapes replaced by crudely dragged black finger marks. the manic look in his eyes worse than ever. He walks close to the camera spitting with his words as he salivates at the thought of hurting people.

LK: Remember this 6WF. You are all to be evaluated. Each one of you is a disappointment to me, all of you are ripe for the picking. So all of you should be prepared to face me at Lockdown, cos right now, even I don't know which of your poisoned fuckers I will pick.... hahaha............

The screen begins to crackle as Logan continues to laugh as Logan Kincade's warning logo appears on screen before the show cuts to a commercial.

*The show returns from a short commercial break and the scene reveals itself to be a medical room, deep inside the LG arena, away from fans and any kind of disturbance. The room itself is large, warm and welcoming as the camera shows many medical posters, inspirational quotations are also painted in large white italics over the painted blue walls. Pieces of medical equipment are also shown on wooden tables to the side of the room. Cupboards are also stacked with first aid equipment and painkillers, ready to be used. The camera then focuses in on the 6WF official doctor examining a weary looking Mr Kenty. The doctor is dressed in a smart black suit with a red tie while Kenty is dressed more casually in a official Kenty shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black and white Nike Air maxes. Unusually, Kenty seems quite flat, missing his usual spark and flamboyance. His hair is not jelled and the look in his eyes seem distant and cold. The TAW world title remains on a table to the opposite of the big, white comfortable chair Kenty is sitting in while being examined by the doctor. While the doctor examines Kenty with his right hand, Kenty winces in pain as his ribs are felt by the doctor.*

Mr Kenty: That's the spot Harry.. But trust me I'm fine. I will be fine to compete tonight.. they may have done a number on me last week but, I trust my body. I'm ready to go out there tonight and face what's coming to me. 

Harry: Kenty.. I can only give you my opinion but it would be wise to sit the night out.. last week, you suffered a slight brusing to the ribs and if the injury is made even worse this evening then you could be facing a tough road to recovery. I can only advise you of course as the official 6WF doctor..but with no GM to agree with me and prevent you from fighting tonight.. I can't fight my cause. It's down to you. 

Mr Kenty: You know what I'm going to do, Harry. Both you and I know.. I must go out and there and fight. If I don't then I will let every single person in that arena down. All the people who work so hard to prepare these shows down and let the millions of fans around the world, watching on their television sets and devices down. We have both known each other for a few good years now, Harry. I have lost count of the times I have been told by you that I shouldn't do something, I will regret it. But tonight, I have to go out there and face whatever Max has thrown at me tonight. I can only thank you enough for what you have done for me this week and the rest. But trust me, I will be fine.

Harry: Okay. Well Don't say I didn't warn you, Champ..

Mr Kenty: Cheers Doc, I appreciate it.

*Warmly, Harry pats Kenty on the shoulder before heading off looking slightly concerned at Kenty's choice. Meanwhile, Kenty continues to look at the TAW world championship infront of him, almost lost in it's glory. A few moments pass before roving reporter, Jack Reynolds enters the scene dressed in a typical fashionable suit with his crew. Reynolds quickly clears his throat to greet a weak looking Kenty, his head resting on his knuckles in deep thought staring at his title.*

JR: Mr Kenty, good evening.. 

*Slowly turning his head, Kenty nods in the direction of Reynolds who smiles sheepishly as he walks over to begin his makeshift interview with Kenty. Kenty stands up on his two feet, wincing slightly at the slight pain and discomfort he is after the events of last week's Lockdown. Reynolds then holds the microphone to his lips and begins speaking as Kenty looks on slightly weary but intentive to Reynolds nevertheless.*

JR: Ladies and gentleman, I'm joined at this time by none other than our TAW world champion, Mr Kenty! now, Kenty.. last week's Lockdown wasn't the most memorable one for you.. We witnessed what could only be described as a brutal, vicious and calculating attack by Max Adamson on yourself leaving you here. What are your thoughts?

*Sighing deeply and then coughing immediately afterwards, Kenty speaks.*

Mr Kenty: Well, I gotta say I got myself into this situation last week.. I would be lieing to you if I said I was one hundred percent.. As soon as everyone saw the card, they knew exactly what would happen. I haven't got a problem with Max Adamson wanting a fight.. there is only one TAW world championship and if somebody want's the TAW world championship they have got to beat the guy with the target on his chest to claim it. Bold move by Mr Adamson.. I knew he wouldn't hold back with that Gore. But I have told everyone I'm not going to give that TAW world title up without one hell of a fight.. I won't let this go lightly. 

JR: How about the pressure of having a target on your back holding onto the TAW world championship..?

Mr Kenty: Well, I have held titles before back in the day if you will. Tag Team champion, twice.. International champion once, Freeweight champion. But nothing like holding onto the TAW world champioship. That's no disrespect to the titles I have held before but I understand what it is like to be champion. I have lost championships in the past and also lost out on massive opportunities but one thing I know how to do is how to carry yourself as a champion.. it shouldn't matter what title you hold it's how you carry yourself as a champion.

Mr Kenty: There is a few folks around here who are talking like champions but not exactly being champions. So I fully plan on adding plenty of shine to the TAW world championship and taking on all comers. It doesn't matter if it's Max Adamson all the way down to the locals. Anyone who want's a shot at that title is welcome to it. Max maybe front of the queue but I plan on holding the TAW world championship for a very long time. 

Mr Kenty: People might like to think that since.. since, I go to that ring out in the LG infront of sixteen thousand on a weekly basis and say I will fight anyone, anything whatever and say I won't back down in the face of adversity. People like to think that is stupid.. not smart. But I do know.. fortune favours the brave. You make your own luck in this world.. and I firmly believe that. Bravery is the thing that keeps holds champions in that esteem in the locker rooom. Bravery is also the thing that gets you out of bed in the morning and let's you face the day whatever might come your way.

Mr Kenty: Just like Harry, just now even as a matter of fact.. people have been telling me what I would be doing and risking tonight when I face a hand-picked man to face in that very ring and the damage that could be inflicted on me. What Max did to me last week was nasty, brutal.. whatever you wan't to call it.. but it made me realise even more that I'm human just like everyone else in this world. Even though I'm a champion.. I'm vulnerable to a beating. Everyone is.. as far as tonight, it's anyone guess who Max has picked. But I have a slight inklin who I may be facing and it won't be pretty. 

Mr Kenty: Bottom truth is, Max Adamson is a power hungry, bully. And a pick your poision match is exactly up his street.. We know exactly what your going to get with Max Adamson. For the past few months he has embarrassed, humilated and harmed people with his words and with his actions. In his eyes.. I'm just a bump in the road to his ultimate goal. But, we both know that's very much different. This is personal. This is a war. Max Adamson had the audacity to walk out to that very ring and talk about the late great Chris Patricks in a disrespectful tone used his name and what happened that night in Germany as a scapegoat to his actions.. that doesn't sit well with others and that doesn't sit well with me. 

Mr Kenty: So here we are.. in a few weeks it will be Max Adamson vs Mr Kenty for the TAW world championship. In a match that will be everything these people deserve and the match Max deserves for winning at Born In Fire, to be a rightful contender for that TAW world title. I cannot imagine any other match which is more eagerly anticipated than this match because it's between two guys who have got the world at their feet. With Everything to lose and everything to gain.. It's going to be that special at Survival. 

Mr Kenty: Sure, going back to Chris Patricks it was tragic.. Max had some tough times, some rough patches and some defeats. But we all go through tough times, we all did especially through the Chris Patricks tragedy. But during tough times.. we all have to make a choice. Max Adamson chose the easy way out.. Max Adamson became something in his worst nightmares and accepted it to further his career. I don't judge anyone but that is his decision. And he needs to stick by his recent actions.. but when he has the audacity to talk down to those fans out in the arena like they are trash and use the name Chris Patricks so disrespectfully.. he turned his back on everyone and that is fact.

JR: You mentioned the fact, Max Adamson can pick your opponent, "Picking your poision" if you will.. however, it has been confirmed that you have also the same privledge tonight to pick an opponent for Max Adamson..

M Kenty: Hmm.. interesting. I can pick anyone I wan't to face Max Adamson.. just like he can do the same to me tonight? Holy smokes! this is the first bit of good news I have had all week! Because it's just hit me who would wan't a big piece of Max Adamson..Someone who I have watched for years and someone who deserves this shot at the Number one contender of the TAW world title! 

Mr Kenty: In the past I have scouted this individual relentlessly.. and the scouting report simply says ace. Let's just say tonight's Lockdown will be extra special for us all and especially for Max Adamson! Because my pick is..!

JR: Who?

*Mr Kenty bites his lip, smirking as he reaches out and takes his TAW world title and slowly places it over his right shoulder. At this particular moment, you can see the white tape around Kenty's ribcage under his official red Kenty shirt.*

Mr Kenty: Wait and see Jack.. it will be a special match.

*Nodding and wincing at the same time, Kenty makes his way gingerly but slightly more confidently away from the medical area as he strides towards the corridors of the LG arena. The scene ends with Jack Reynolds nodding in approval, hastily checking his Iphone and Twitter for more leads to follow as the scene fades back to the main action.*

Lex Hart is backstage at the 6WF arena, carrying a gym bag over his shoulder Lex is dressed in baggy grey sweat pants and a red 6WF hoody his Beatz by Dr Dre headphones are round his neck as he casually strolls along the corridor. He stops at a catering table and pours himself a small black coffee taking a quick sip before continuing towards the locker room area.

Reaching the door Lex throws his gym bag into the corner and steps back into the corridor, looking left and then right surveying the scene he slowly takes a second sip of coffee, as he turns to return to the locker room he hears his name called from the hallway

??: Lex!!

Hart sighs before poking his head from the doorway as Jack Reynolds and his camera crew approach. Lex gulps down the remainder of his coffee, screws the paper cup into a ball and throws it off the head of Reynolds who is now only a few feet away

LH: Think fast hot shot!

Reynolds rubs his head as the camera crew behind laugh. Lex smiles briefly
LH: You've got one minute Jacky boy. Choose your words wisely

JR: You're on a hot streak at the moment Lex

LH: Good start

JR: But yet you find yourself missing from tonights card, are you making the same assumption that we are

Hart raises an eye brow as Reynolds continues

JR: That you'll be somebodys pick in one of the four pick your poison matches?

Hart smiles again
LH: For once it may be that you're on to something Jack. I mean it would make sense to pick the most in form guy on the roster wouldn't it?

JR: And which of the four opponents do you think you will be facing

Lex shakes his head
LH: Have you not learnt anything over the past few weeks Jack. The name of the opponent is immaterial, the result is always the same. You have seen since the turn of the year, so called champions pitched against me and yet who has always come out on top?

JR: You are on a rich vein of form

Hart snaps
LH: Form has nothing to do with it............. form is temporary, class is permanent Jack. And that is what I am here to show, there are a lot of people in this company that claim to be the next big thing, that claim to have made it because of a piece of gold around their waist. I have shown that means absolutely nothing in my world

In my world it doesn't matter what you have won, it doesn't matter what you have around your waist 

In my world............... ITS ALL ABOUT ME!!!

Lex steps back into the locker room and slams the door on Reynolds and his camera crew

The crowd are excited as they wait impatiently for the beginning of Lockdown, with every seat taken and plenty of banners and signs on display.

"Lonely Boy" by the Black Keys begins to play inside the LG Arena, the crowd boo as the Titantron flickers on, and Max Adamson is shown dressed to compete, with a "6WF Lockdown" t-shirt on. He is sipping a protein shake as he clears his throat, waits for the booing to cease and he addresses the fans;

Max: So Mr Kenty admits his vulnerability to being attacked... Hashtag old news Kenty. You've always been vulnerable, ever since Max Adamson became the number one contender to your much coveted Championship. And it's not like I haven't warned you. I told you this was personal, because by default you are the sole obstacle in my path as I attempt to become the new TAW World Champion. But this is only the beginning. I shall not rest until I have that Championship around my waist. But as far as tonight goes, it shall continue on last week's... Poisonous theme...

(The crowd boo as Adamson drinks more of his protein shake)

Max: Obviously this is a two way street, Kenty is picking someone to compete against me in an attempt at some instant revenge. But there are some mitigating circumstances. Namely, I didn't become number one contender by not defeating tough opponents. I defeated TGA at Born in Fire to become number one contender, but I didn't just defeat him, I retired him! And just last week I showed Kenty how dangerous I can be when I Gored the holy hell out of him, injuring him and his ribcage in the process. If Kenty is going into tonight's show expecting to get retribution for last week, when he steps into the ring with the man I've selected as his opponent, the word on his lips wont be retribution... It'll be continuation. It'll be two weeks in a row with Max Adamson standing tall and Mr Kenty laying on the floor.

(Adamson grins as the booing continues and he drinks some more of his shake)

Max: Tonight is just the continuation of what will be weeks of torment culminating in the moment when I take the TAW World Heavyweight Championship away from MISTERRRRRRRRRR... KENTYYYYYYYYY... Kenty.

(Adamson finishes his shake and winks as the crowd boo once again and he walks off camera)