6WF Lockdown!! - Monday 24th March 2014

We cut backstage to see Dylan Armstrong applauding and smiling with vigor.

DA: Well done James well done! I was mighty impressed with your display last week and I would not expect anything less from someone who knows their fate is sealed. Was this your last desperate effort to show that you have a will to carry on? Was it to vent frustration out of your system at the fact that you cannot beat me. I was suprised however at how fallabile you still are. You walk out there and beat up two opponents all by yourself, showing me more of your movements and weaknesses. You have shown me how I can counter your abilities and you have only hastened your fall.
You must be close to understanding that you have to speakthe truth and I understand that it can be hard for someone in your position, dangling over a cliff and looking down into a pit of your own making yet the people who have repented have been in similar situations, under extreme pressure Richard Nixon was forced to apologise, men staring down the barrels of guns have wept and pleaded for their lives but you stand there defiant and hoping deep down that I do not pull the trigger.

Dylan chuckles as he stares into the camera

DA: Well I am not hesitant to pull the trigger and you do not get any last words James, when  I get my opportunity and I will get it, I will put you down and watch your dishonest carcass fall to the ground with a thud. Truth hurts James, it never stop hurting those who are constantly dishonest like yourself. Just be glad when I put you out of your misery and take the European Title away...

The tron flickers into life and we see Blue Dragon sat in an armchair. In a burned out building. Ash and soot covering everything, family photos smashed on the floor and what remains of a homely kitchen can be seen through a hole in the wall. Blue Dragon is wearing a hooded top. His face barely visible, his expression solemn as he takes a deep breath...

BD: sometimes, I come here to think. Sometimes I come here to greave. You see it's not jut the place where I grew up as a kid, it's the place where I was created, that kid, Damien Andrews jr. Son of a sick father and a downtrodden mother. The kid with no one to turn to but violence, around every corner behind every door in this place was a vision of pure violence. He saw his mother beaten at the hands if his father, he saw strange faces come and go in the middle if the night. Talk if deals and of hits, of prices on heads and of stolen goods for sale on the streets. He saw drugs, so many drugs coming through these rooms. Stored inside couches, under floorboards, inside his toys and he saw the look on his mothers face through all of this. Utter shame, shame that the did nothing to stop it, shame that her son was seeing all this and shame of what had happened before.

Blue Dragon picks up a picture of a small boy, wearing a cowboy hat and a sherries badge..

BD: He recognised that look, fit he has it too. So young and yet so guilty, he has seen it all and understood most if it. He saw his father beat her countless times and he would watch, an anger, a fury would rise inside him and he'd push it deep down into a pit inside himself.e wanted to act, he wanted to attack, but that was the man who had brought him into this world, not only that. He was far too big and to strong to even think about fighting... One night the boy heard it again, the all too familiar shouting. The raised voices that eventually became screams. The boasts of the crime lord known as 'the blue dragon' threatening his wife with another beating as she pleaded him to stop. The boy was about to leave his room when he looked out of his window, he saw a boy, sitting opposite the house..

Blue dragon rises from his seat and he walks towards the window as the camera follows and we see an old bench by some bushes across the road opposite the house.

BD: Little Damien sneaked downstairs and out of the front door, over the road he sat beside the other boy, he was one, maybe two, years older than him. Both boys sat, for a few minutes before Damien introduced himself, the two hit it off, in what seemed like hours of conversation, the boy explained that he had run away from his foster parents, he had been walking for hours when he came across this bench, he felt the need to stay, like he had some sort of connection with the area. The list boy told him that he was adopted from around here and that he wanted to find his family.. They spoke about everything and instantly became friends...  Damien went inside to get some food for the boy but when he got there his dad had gone, his mum laying on the couch, empty vodka bottle in her limp hand, half empty bottle of pills in the other....

Blue Dragon looks at the burned remains of a sofa...

BD: By the time the ambulance showed up, the boy over the road had gone.... He never came back. That was the night that I was created, the look in my mums eyes on the way to the hospital, the times when she knew what was going on, the fear for her life and the shame of her actions. Even though she recovered, I didn't. That look woke something inside me, something that would later manifest and put my dad in a coma. 'Blue Dragon' was born that night. But something else was born that night too... A brotherhood that had existed since day one... I need to tell you Logan.. I know that boy grew up and I know he found his way home. 

Blue Dragon sits back down and looks into the camera as he speaks..

BD: That boy came here for a reason, and that was to see what his father was capable of.. But he didn't see it, he should have seen what a man with no soul looked like, but he missed it. He would have became something so much more... But he didn't.... 

Dragons hood drops down and we see his eyes for the first time, blackened with dust from the house, red and sore from the soot and ash in the air...

BD: YOU BECAME HIM LOGAN!! YOU BECAME YOUR FATHER!! MY FATHER!!! YOU ARE EVERY BIT THE MONSTER HE WAS!!! Logan Kincade, I took out that old cunt once, he came back and you took him out. Even you seen the poison he is, he always was, and now you are becoming exactly like him.. Logan, that boy on the bench all those years ago, my first true friend, my brother... You need to see what I see, you need to realise before it's too late. You have a few months, I'm distracted with my hardcore shit but after that Logan.. After I have what I have worked for.. I'm coming for you!!!!

The tron becomes static and cuts out..

The scene opens on a vast plain of grassland. A lone tiger stalking through the long grass, the camera picks up its movements and it zooms in on the silent killer. The tiger snarls as it notices a deer walk by, it's antlers standing out high above anything else in the area and it's walk slow and almost self assured. The tiger looks around for any other predator before slowly sneaking through the grass, it's sharp and beady eyes focused on the deer. The tigers breath is steamy, like dragon, it's back arched so as to keep out of site and all the time slowly but surely making it's way towards it's intended victim, unaware of what approaches, the deer grazes, puffing out its chest and looking as Regal as possible. As a wildlife VoiceOver starts..

VO: Here we see, the vicious Tiger. It's one purpose it life is it's survival, these harsh lands are sparkly populated and that means that opportunities like this, for a meal of this size... Don't come along often..

The deer is shown, it's long and thick body is stretched out as it's leaning down, it's antlers are sharp and long, like a giant bony bramble bush.

VO: This stag is probably the largest of its kind, it's body housing the strength of any predictor, but it's instincts are for survival, not for hunting. Unlike it's stalker...

The Tiger is about ten metres away now and is out of the long grass, sneaking up directly behind the stag, it's back legs open to attack as the Tiger slowly puts one claw in front of the other and eventually reaches the deer. It rests back on its hind quarters and takes a second to study his target..

VO: This is unusual.... The tiger seems to be planning an attack, this is something that would not normally be seen in a pack hunt. Usually prey of this size would fall victim to a pack of big cats, but this tiger seems to be sieving alone here...

Suddenly the Tiger pounces, it's claws digging deep into the tissue of the hind legs of the stag, his teeth sinking into the ankle as the Achilles' tendon snaps on one leg and the deer tries to flee dragging one leg behind in a bloody mess. The tiger easily keeps up and then takes a bite from the other leg, rendering that immobile. The deer rises up, as much as it can on only it's front legs. It tries to turn its sharp antlers on the Tiger but he's too fast and instead he pounces on top of the deer, he sinks his teeth into the back on the neck and the deer seems to shout out in pain, all the time the Tigers claws are dug deep into the back of the deer as blood pours out and the stag loses consciousness. The Tiger rips away at the flesh and sets about its huge meal, blood covers everything as purring can be distinctly heard and the tiger begins to consume its kill...

VO: A successful hunt, the much larger prey taken down by an unexpected and admittedly unrelenting assault. From a master hunter, and an efficient killer... While on the other side of the globe....

The scene is one of a cold, empty, frozen landscape, a calmness juxtaposed with the extreme environment fills the air. The camera moves to a frozen body of water. The camera cuts inside the frozen lake to show a seal swimming around the ice. 

VO: In this harsh environment, animals have learned to adapt, they have honed their skills to be able to survive the icy conditions, but avoiding the cold is not the only thing to look out for.

We see a Giant Polar bear moving across the ice, unmoving, unafraid, safe in the knowledge that it is the dominant predator in these parts.

VO: The Polar Bear, the ferocious killer on the ice, don't be fooled by it's appearance, this killing machine may look slow, but it is meticulous in it's planning and execution.

We see the polar bear striding across the ice, the camera cuts to inside the water as the pounding of the giant's footsteps can be heard booming within the water. The Seal moves towards one of the holes in the ice that is in the opposite direction to that of the sound of the bears footsteps.

Suddenly the sound stops. As does the seal. Now it is a waiting game. The seal, has to come up for air, but it must be sure that the hole it appears from is not the one the bear is waiting by.

VO: This standoff could last hours, The seal knows if it chooses the wrong hole, it won't be able to get away fast enough. The fat from one seal can sustain the Polar bear for one whole week, this is a question of survival.

The seal begins it ascent to the surface as tense music begins to play.

VO: This is it, the seal must resurface now, and it has picked a hole.

The seal pops it's head out of the water and looks around. The coast seems to be clear, it  attempts to jump out of the water when suddenly as if from nowhere the polar bear leaps into the hole grabbing the seal with it's huge jaws, dragging it from the hole as blood and water mix together to turn the polar bears once bright white fur into a bloodbath, his face bright red as he devours the seal right there on the ice.

VO: The bear is the victor, it out smarted it's smaller opponent, it lay in wait and it struck with devastating accuracy. This giant is truly a monster, an ice breaker and a killer.
 
The screen splits in two. The tiger shown attacking its prey and cutting it down one limb at a time, the polar bear  effortlessly ripping apart it's victim and consuming it messily...

VO: Watching these two experts in their own surroundings, these two expert hunters and master assassins, one has to wonder... If these two where to, somehow, form some sort of bond, to work together and learn from each other... What kind of prey could they take down? It has to be said, as a pack, these two would truly be killing machines. Capable of dominating everything in their wake...

*As the intense promo from Project Fear comes to a conclusion, the scene returns to the packed out LG arena where the camera pans around the arena picking up the emotions of some of the fans. Fans young and old look concerned and slightly intimidated by what they have just witnessed on the titantron. The familiar voices of RJ and Michael Wire can then be heard as the images of the arena continue to greet the world audience watching on their television sets and media devices.*

RJ: Chilling.. intense and intimidating. A very mysterious piece of footage we have just witnessed here in the LG arena. Something I didn't expect to see.. can we link it to anyone in the back?

MW: I don't know what to make of that footage.. it was something I have never seen before. It made me feel cold.. isolated and pretty drained. Something very strange.. and these fans in the arena I think agree.

RJ: For sure partner.. very cold. Folks, we would like to apologise if anything you have just witnessed may have distressed you or any of your family but I'm sure as the show goes on we will get to the bottom of it. 

MW: Indeed.. But for now, the show must go on. And I think Business is about to pick up.. big time Arj!

RJ: For sure Micheal.. here he is.. the man who was standing tall last week on Lockdown our TAW world champion!

*Turn up the trouble roars over the soundsystem in the LG as the feeling of fear is banished as the sixteen thousand in attendance rise to their feet, united in support of Mr Kenty. Pandemonium takes over the arena as the fans go wild with a wave of loud cheers and support as Mr Kenty makes his first appearance of the night. He is wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a official Red and white Kenty shirt with the words in bold italics "Live Life Loud" etched onto the shirt. He is also wearing a pair of smart black shoes. His brown hair is jelled perfectly and he is looking very clean shaven, gaining plenty of wolf whistles from some of the female audience in attendance. Rotating his neck from side to side and a proud smile on his face, Kenty soaks up the atmosphere before nodding in warm approval on the top of the ramp. As the camera approaches him, Kenty looks into the camera and says "Let's make it awesome, Birmingham!" before storming into the ring with a continued wild ovation.*

RJ: Nobody can dispute the fact, these people love Kenty.. I can't seem to remeber a superstar that shows as much passion and emotion to these fans on a daily basis. 

MW: Without question Arj.. He may not be everyone's cup of tea but there is no doubt in my mind that Kenty is one of the finest and most physically fitest athletes we have on offer here in 6WF.

RJ: High praise from Michael Wire.. who would have thought! 

*Heading over to the ropes, Kenty is handed a microphone from Mike Bird who Kenty thanks warmly with a smile. Moving swiftly back into the middle of the ring, Kenty stands tall as the fans continue a wild Kenty chant. Smirking and shaking his head, his blue eyes light up with warm pride at the fans. As the fans slowly simmer down, Kenty raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak with a cheeky grin.

Mr Kenty: On behalf of the whole of the 6WF business.. superstars, myself, media, the board, catering and even Gav in props. We would like to whole heartedly apologise for the footage you all just watched on the big old screen up there. Especially those of you who suffer from a medical condition, suffered a heart attack or are pregnant. However, what I'm about to say may shock you all more than that so if you are easily shocked, muffle your ears. You people won't believe this, But apparently there are some people out there who don't like me. 

Mr Kenty: I know! I know! it surprised me too, but apparently.. I can get under people's skin I guess. Apparently some of those people are here tonight, Some of those people aren't here tonight and some of them are somewhere in the back hatching a master plan of evil. And one of those guys I can imagine is Logan Kincade! The man who brings his boots to asses and firmly has Mr Kenty straight in his crosshairs. 

Mr Kenty: I know your watching this very closely and I can see you Logan.. your hurting from last week and every inch of you want's to tear me to pieces. You will get your chance.. both you and I both know that. But Logan.. I just wan't you to know. I'm ready for war. Any day and time.. I'm ready for war with you Logan Kincade. But, I can understand why Logan Kincade does not like me. What I don't understand however is the fact there are two monsters on the loose. Running around causing pain and agony to all in their path. Raising fear..

Mr Kenty: One monster likes to be known as the "Face of Fear" wearing full length tights and a lion mask. The sound of african drums roar as this man walks down to this ring.. tormenting anyone in his path with his words and in this very ring. Bitter, twisted.. Visage. And the other man.. a man mountain. Cold and emotionless.. Udo Berg. These two are a pretty interesting couple of dudes.. They like to fill people with fear but the only thing I fear about these two is their home decor. But this week.. I will be facing fear in this very ring. 

Mr Kenty: Both of these guys like to strike fear into the hearts of men who they step into the ring with. So I would like to think that perhaps I could be the guy who will be the man not to tremble with fear when I look into those eyes tonight. But if not.. I'm ready to face my fears regardless. Anything can happen on Monday Night Lockdown.. so if this is the night I face my fears in the eyes and come up on top, so be it. We will all move on.. letting bygones be bygones. Project Fear has no problems with me and we go our seperate ways. 

Mr Kenty: But Project Fear.. I wan't you to listen to me. If tonight you wan't to strike me full of fear and try and intimidate me.. Turn me into something that I'm not.. then we will have business. And right now the mood I'm in.. you both know and these people know that I like to handle my business, leaving no stone unturned. 

*The crowd begin to chant warmly for Kenty while some members of the audience boo in some quarters of the LG. Kenty continues to look intensly into the camera, clutching the microphone. He then raises the microphone to his lips once again.*

Mr Kenty: Living life loud.. I'm proud of who I am and do what I do. Words like courage, honesty, truth and respect do not fall to pieces because guys like to strike fear into your heart with words and their actions. If Visage and Udo Berg think for one second think that they can intimidate me with their actions.. their words of venom. They are sorely mistaken.. The saying Sticks and stones may break my bones but words cannot harm me is a perfect quote to desrcibe what I feel towards your "Project of Fear"

Mr Kenty: You want your words to inject fear into the halls of the corridors around this arena.. you want your words to infect these people and fill them with fear. Then boys.. your in the wrong place. Your in the wrong place.. because people like me will always be around to stand up to fear. And if I wasn't here, there would be people to fill my place and so on.. Bravery is infectious and stronger than fear. If one person can rise above fear.. then sooner than later, an army will rise above fear. 

Mr Kenty: Lucky for you boys then I have got some back up tonight.. Max Adamson. And see, I'm sure as hell Max Adamson doesn't fear anything. Nor does he regret nothing.. and that is what I respect about Max. He doesn't let things keep him down. He keeps his chin up and rolls onto the next battle because he knows that with every week he is getting stronger. But don't let that fool you.. I haven't forgotten about last week. Last week, I got laid out on my back once again by a gore..

Mr Kenty: I would like to think, last week was a misunderstanding.. a miscommunication. A crossed wire.. I'm prepared to let it slide for the sake of the bigger picture and for the sake of our match tonight. But, I know you Max.. a opportunist. You wan't something which I have and I'm no fool.. I know what that means. You crave championship gold.. and you will get your chance again to dance with me, this I know is what the people wan't to see and it's what you wan't to happen. But as far as tonight goes.. We shall not fear anyone. We are going to prove why Max Adamson and Mr Kenty are two of the roughest, toughest and downright ruthless superstars this company has to offer. Project Fear.. you better be ready boys. Because the Hunters are about to become the pray..

*The crowd go wild at Kenty who is standing intensly in the middle of the ring looking deep into the camera. His eyes filled with passion and intensity, his face flushed with a built up anger bubbling inside. Kenty then drops the microphone to the Mat before rising to the top turnbuckle and saluting the fans with the same intensity as his words. The crowd cheer loudly as Kenty smiles warmly at the fans in the front row as the scene fades away to a commercial break.*

The show returns from a break to show the office of Alex Walker. Alex is shown leaning/sitting on his desk looking at Logan sat on a couch who appears preoccupied.

AW: Logan! Are you hearing me? This can not be allowed to stand.

LK: Did you hear what he said about me?

AW: You're not listening to a word I am saying, McGraw Sainty and Kenty made fools of us last week Logan!

LK: I remember that day, but it didn't go down like that...

AW: Now they have seen fit to put you against your brother, don't you see!? They're trying to make you lose your focus.

LK: I was there... I remember.. but I wasn't lost...

AW: Logan there are more important matters that need addressing, you have got to snap out of this and focus!

LK: I had followed a man, someone was sneaking around my foster parents garden....

AW: Aarrgh! Logan!

LK: I followed him to find out why...

AW: McGraw is trying to position himself and his little golden boy at the top of the tree. We must act swiftly to put a stop to this and it must be decisive I need your head in the game Logan.

LK: I never did, then something happened and I had to run away.... now he brings it up...

AW: LOGAN!

Walker attempts to slap Logan to snap him out of his daze but Kincade grabs Walkers hand.

LK: I wouldn't suggest you try that ever again Alex.

Walker looks terrified as Logan stands up still holding his wrist.

LK: I am very aware of the situation Alex, I know what's happening here, why do you think I have been throwing people off the scent for weeks, I haven't mentioned you for this very reason, then you feel the need to show up and ruin the plan, but as ever this is what our contingency plans are for. I told them I have foreseen every possible outcome and I haven't been lying. 

It was a matter of time that old shit head came back granted I never suspected him to bring Sainty in, what with his shady past, but it matters little, I have his number and I am very much more than a match for Mr Kenty. No the plan has changed but the ultimate goal stays the same. I agree that last weeks action were unfortunate but we can make a statement.

Logan walks towards a preview poster of Survival 2014, it has the logo and silhouettes of superstars.

LK: See the problem... with McGraw, is he doesn't understand how to truly make a statement... So to this week, I will smash that big blue bastards lying teeth into his fucking beardy bastard face!

Walker looks shocked at Logan's sudden angry outburst

LK: I am NOTHING like his fucking dad! That piece of shit will learn that there are consequences to insulting my name. I will break him Walker... I WILL BREAK HIM! AND I WILL PUT HIM DOWN LIKE THE DOG HE IS! YOU HEAR ME!

Walker smirks as the camera begins to slowly back away from the scene as Logan stares at the Survival poster

*The show comes back from commercial as "I Fought the Law" blasts out around the LG Arena. The capacity crowd explode as a scruffily dressed Cameron Faith steps onto the stage and heads straight the for ring.*

MW: Nice to see our Freeweight Champion making an effort on his week. His joggers hanging from his backside, crumbled T-Shirt, worn hat. He's a Freeweight champion for god sake, he should be an ambassador for this company, not looking like he has just collected an ASBO.

RJ: What with Kristal, Lex, his recent losing streak I'm not surprised he forgot to run his outfit passed you Michael. Cameron has a lot on his mind the last few weeks and it looks like it's finally got the better of him. He looks pissed.

MW: So what RJ, to be frank no one give a foxes glacier mint about his personal life and the sooner he realises that the better. Now shhh RJ Cameron in the ring ready to whine about something or other. The deluded fool thinks he can become a legend, he can barely even win a match for gods sake.

*The camera turns to the ring where Cameron is stood microphone in hand*

CF: Lex, for someone who walks around claiming it's all about themselves you seem to have an unhealthy obsession with me. I mean really what the fuck is your problem? What does me personal life have to do with you? Me and Krystal that shit ain't got nothing to do you. it ain't no ones business but mine.

*Cameron lowers the mic for a second and looks to the roof*

CF: I get that you are a cold calculating piece of shit who doesn't give two hoots who he uses and abuses, that it's all about getting to the top for you, but not me. I'm not like that Lex. When shit happens I may not handle it the best, I can't keep that shit bottled up and hidden from the world but I will always find a way to deal with it. That passion is why at Survival I will be be walking still your reigning, defending Freeweigjt Champion.

*Cameron adjusts the belt on his shoulder*

CF: Lex, that's the difference between me and you, I care. Thats why when everything is said and done and I have disposed of you like a bloody tampon, I will go back to my train wreck of a life, but you will be the one picking up the pieces.

*Cameron drops the mic and raises the belt over his head to a huge pop as "I Fought the law" starts blaring out again

With Faith stood in the ring By Myself blasts out of the speakers and the 6WF arena erupt in a chorus of boos and You Suck chants as Lex Hart saunters through the curtain and out to the top of the ramp

Lex is dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, his hair is freshly shorn a pair of dark sunglasses sit atop his head

MW: Lex has that familiar swagger back

RJ: He's on a big run Michael, he senses gold is in his immediate future and based on his performances lately who would bet against him beating Faith at Survival

MW: Especially with Faith seemingly focused on matters outside the ring

Lex rolls into the ring and picks up a mic, he narrows his eyes and smiles smugly, Faith keeps his eyes firmly fixed on Hart

LH: 6WF as always it is an absolute pleasue to be stood before some of the biggest retards, fucknuts and complete wastes of oxygen I have ever seen

The crowd boo as Lex continues to smile as he turns his attention to Faith

LH: Which brings me on to King Fucknut Cameron Faith and his lady in waiting the Whore Princess Kristal

MW: Lex holding nothing back

LH: I get that you care Cameron, it's lovely, it really gives me a warm feeling in my tummy wummy, but that feeling you have, that passion as you call it let me tell you now that is you downfall right there

You see, for once you're actually right, I am a cold hearted son of a bitch and I don't give a rats arse if your junkie girlfriend is lying in a hospital bed taking her last breath

You and her, your special relationship means nothing to me Cameron. The only thing I care about is taking the Freeweight Title from you at Survival

And trust me, even with all your passion, there is nothing you can do to stop me!!!!

Lex takes a step towards Faith who drops the Freeweight belt to the floor as the two men go nose to nose

Backstage CM Funk and Rasta are chilling out sat on the floor of their locker room, with their backs up against a sofa. Rasta is in a casual looking black tank top and low slug jeans whilst Funk is in full pimped up regalia - purple diamanté jumpsuit, fur coat and fur top hat, and sunglasses ON! 

Rasta : Mon... I can't believe dey got us on opposite sides of the ring mon. Who would do a ting like dat? Tell me. TELL ME BRUDDA WHO WOULD DO A TING LIKE DAT? 

Rasta takes a toke on what looks like an electronic spliff 

Funk : OW G. I'm feeling you. But a couple of funked up mothers like us dumped straight outta the mothership and onto a cruel, sadistic, mistress of a land like this have got to see the potential fruits of her forest and reach out and seize them G. 

Funk licks his finger and dips it into a gigantic pot of lemon sherbet and rubs it into his gums, juddering at the sharpness. 

Rasta : What you be sayin' mon? Spiddit out! 

Funk spits the sherbet out and looks at Rasta

Rasta : I meant yo' teery mon. Not yo' sherbet. 

Funk puts a wise hand on Rasta's shoulder and points towards an imagined horizon.

Funk : There is a bright future ahead of us G. It's real bright. You just can't see it because you ain't got your sunglasses on, G. 

Rasta takes his sunglasses out and puts them ON! 

Funk : You got your sunglasses on?

Rasta : I've got them ON! 

Funk (hushed tone)  : Do you see it? 

Rasta whips the sunglasses back off and looks at Funk infuriated 

Rasta : SEE WHAT MON? DERE BE NUDDIN DERE! JUST A POSTER OF DONNA SUMMER MON! 

The camera shows the poster of Donna Summer on the wall then pans back as Funk takes a frantic finger full of sherbet. 

Funk : I've got an idea G! An idea that will put us on the MAP! And it's only possible because sweet lady fate has put us at either end of the roped spectrum. 

Funk puts his arm around Rasta and draws him close 

Funk : We should have the greatest match of all time! 

Rasta stares blankly at Funk but then begins to smile as it dawns on him. Funk greets the realisation with an inane grin of his own

Funk : Think of all the G's who've had the greatest matches of all time in the past! They've become legends! We just need to do... 

Rasta : THE SAME MON!

CM Funk : Exactly! So are you in?

Rasta : I'm in mon!

CM Funk : You got your sunglasses on?

Rasta takes them back and puts them on again

Rasta : I've got my sunglasses ON!

Funk : I've got mine ON!

Rasta : I've got them ON! 

Funk : ON! 

Funk dives into his bag and takes out two additional pairs of sunglasses 

Funk : Now let's go and make those two other jokers see the light! 

Rasta : YEAH MON! DEM CLOWNS!

Funk takes one more finger of sherbet and Rasta a drag on his electronic spliff and they head off.