6WF Lockdown Results April 30th

The lights in the arena begin to flicker as 'Rest In Pieces' blares out through the speakers and a vast array of pyrotechnics expode off at the top of the stage. The crowd are cheering as a rundown of the Lockdown card appears on the titantron.

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to 6WF Lockdown, live from the sold out LG Arena in Birmingham. I'm RJ and as ever I am joined on commentary tonight by Michael Wire.

MW: Good evening RJ, and good evening to the millions of you watching live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD!

RJ: Some fantastic matches lined up for the folks at home tonight, which match are you most looking forward to Michael?

MW: Well I think the Main Event will be fantastic, particularly as we are joined by 6WF World Champion Logan Kincade on commentary. But also, I'm really looking forward to the clash of champions between Dylan Armstrong and Cameron Faith. What about you RJ?

RJ: Honestly, I think that the opening match could set a very high standard for the rest of the competitors tonight.

"6WF Needs some new catchphrases"
"I have Faith in Cameron"
"Clarke James is our saviour"
"Who wants some chutney?"
"Has anyone seen my bus?"

Cameron Faith is shown backstage in the locker room as Clarke James walks in....

CJ: Hey man, how’s it going?

Faith turns round looking a little stressed....

CF: Man, everything is just a mess you know?

CJ: Kristal?

CF: Yeah, that’s part of it....

CJ: Lex?

Faith chuckles...

CF: That’s the other half. I know people probably think I’m stupid for standing by Kristal, but you know, we went through alot together...

CJ: I sense there’s a but coming....

CF: But, there’s a part of me that thinks that maybe Lex has a point....

James looks surprised at the comment....

CF: I dunno, I guess it’s just Lex being Lex, but you can’t deny what he’s saying isn’t correct? It’s not my kid. I’m hardly a great advert for 6WF, am i? Issues with drink, taking on somebody elses kid, letting it affect me career?

CJ: Listen man, whatever Lex says, you need to disregard it. Lex is and always has been, out for himself. He’s trying to get inside your head, and you can’t let him, if you’re questioning things it’s because he’s got what he wants. When it comes down to it,, the only thing he’s interested in is getting that title off you, and he’ll do whatever it takes. You carry on down this path, you’ll end with no title, no Kristal; and if Lex has his way, no career....

CF: What makes you so sure??

CJ: Look around.... do you see Perfect Jack or Miss Jessica anywhere? Abe Abercorn? Anyone who’s ever had any contact with him, any sort of bond or friendship is gone. Left out in the cold. Lex is a cancer. You need to steer clear of him and not let him cloud your judgement...good luck out there man.


James pats Faith on the shoulder and heads off out of the locker room.

*The show returns from a small commercial break and the scene returns to the brightly lit and packed LG arena, filled with sixteen thousand of 6WF's finest fans in Birmingham. The camera pans around the arena, showing fans jumping up and down waving frantically at the camera as it slowly turns around the arena. The camera then slowly turns to the commentating table and duo of Michael Wire and RJ. Both Wire and RJ are wearing casual grey suits with yellow ties, as they begin speaking, the pair greet the camera with a warm smile and the excitement in their eyes is easily seen.*

RJ: Good evening one and all, welcome back to the pinnacle of wrestling entertainment, 6WF live exclusively on ESPN. What a show we still have left tonight, Michael. Were only just getting starting and already the pace has been set.. it's going to be a wild night.

MW: You bet, RJ. It's been a electrifying start and if you to the rest of the show we still have, it's going to be fascinating. Our main event in particular is striking.. the aggressive, cruel and our Hardcore champion, Austin Stevens taking on the TAW world champion, Mr Kenty in what promises to be highly interesting match. Don't forget, Logan will be down on commentary too!

RJ: For sure, Michael. Stevens taking on Kenty is a mouthwatering prospect.. and we don't have long too wait now. Champion vs Champion in what promises to be a match up that these fans will savior. A match of such contrast.. I cannot wait!

MW: Well, We won't have much longer too wait to see what happens.. and speaking of the main-event here comes one half.. and listen to the ovation!

RJ: Here he is.. the TAW world champion.. Mr Kenty!

*Turn up the trouble reverberates around the LG arena, sending the fans to rise to their feet in wild adulation and admiration of the TAW world champion. A few seconds pass before Kenty bursts through the curtain and onto the top of the ramp as the crowd nearly take the roof off with loud cheers and a rapturous welcome. Kenty is wearing a pair of bright blue jeans, his official blue Kenty shirt with "Live Life Loud" in white lettering on the center of the shirt with a small white microphone just on top. With the TAW world championship resting on his right shoulder, Kenty soaks in the cheers from the fans and the praise. His baby blue eyes look on warmly and slightly emotionally at the reception he has received. As he looks around the arena with a smile across his face The camera then approaches close to Kenty before Kenty then sees the camera, looks into it and then shouts "It's go time!" before marching to the ring with a glowing face. The voices of RJ and Michael Wire then can just be heard.*

RJ: The TAW champ in buoyant mood tonight, despite what happened last week..

MW: Indeed. It's been a tough few weeks for the champ.. and it doesn't get any easier this week. He's going to have to be at his best against Austin.. that kid will show him a thing or two tonight. That I guarantee..

*Kenty slides through the ropes on the apron as the fans continue their wild reception for the TAW champion. Mike Bird then passes through a microphone which Kenty graciously accepts, smiling warmly at the ring announcer. Bouncing back into the middle of the ring as the fans continue their chants of Kenty, Kenty smiles and shrugs his shoulders warmly. Staring around the arena, Kenty rubs his brow a glint of emotion in his eyes as the fans continue their warm welcome for the TAW champion. After the chants die down and the fans simmer down, Kenty raises the microphone to his lips beginning to speak his blue eyes lighting up in excitement.*

Mr Kenty: Well, well, well.. have we got a humdinger tonight folks! Get this right.. Our general manager, a former champion is bringing back something very cool and something so personal and exclusive to this very ring. That's right.. a little later on tonight we have The Saint's Row with none other, than Max Adamson! The same Max Adamson who sent out a very clear and very direct statement last week, not only to myself but to the 6WF world champion, Logan Kincade! Last week Max sent out a message.. and that message was that he is coming to get one of us. Or even both..

Mr Kenty: But what Max fails to remember is that despite week after week of gores, the pain.. the torture.. the constant psychological games and the cold words.. I'm still standing right here. Logan Kincade.. is still standing too. See, when the time comes.. Max will face either one of us for one of our titles. It will be a match of massive proportions.. then, all the words.. all the actions over the past few weeks and months will be for nothing. It will be put up or shut up time and Max Adamson will feel the pain and bottled up anger that has been building inside me.

*The crowd cheer loudly as Kenty brings intensity into his words, his face has a confident glare and his eyes have a steely edge. Adjusting the TAW world championship belt on his shoulder, Kenty raises the microphone to his lips again.*

Mr Kenty: Max Adamson has systematically caused some of the greatest damage to the careers of superstars in 6WF currently.. whether it be TGA or Crime Lord, they have all fallen to his ruthlessness, violent and evil actions. They have all brought their A-games and some how, giving Max the credit he deserves has overcome that and we find ourselves here. Max Adamson has risen to such heights he already thinks he is the champion. He already thinks he is the undisputed champion of 6WF, never to be challenged or usurped. But that is untrue..

Mr Kenty: Many believe that their is an issue between Max and I and as a matter of fact, this isn't true. Quite simply, it's this title over my shoulder that is the issue. The TAW world championship..Max Adamson want's to be the TAW world champion or even the 6WF world champion. And I'm currently the TAW world champion. See, Max Adamson has worked his way up to a point that he deserves an opportunity, I respect him as an athlete and as a competitor. And if it's anything to go by, if we step into this ring again it will be one hell of a fight.

Mr Kenty: Max Adamson is as good as any superstar that has graced this wonderful company and he is currently the hottest property in 6WF right now. A incredible roll that will only continue to become more stronger and more hungrier for glory. But, the problem being with such a roll is complacency.. one false move and it all comes tumbling down. One ill judgement, one poor choice and it all comes crashing down for Max Adamson..

Mr Kenty: But, that works both ways. If I place one foot wrong as champion in this very ring against a competitor like Max Adamson.. it all comes tumbling down before my very eyes. In a bigger, badder and nastier way than if your Max Adamson. That is the pressure of being a champion. Yes, I might get a short at my own personal redemption, yes I may get another chance but it won't matter. No, because this on my shoulder, the TAW world championship.. it will be gone. It will be around another man's waist and it burns any guy up with bitterness and anger..

Mr Kenty: As it so happens though.. I'm not like any other man. I'm Mr Kenty.. and Mr Kenty doesn't back down from one single challenge. Living life loud.. the code that I live and stand by. Integrity, respect and consistency.. the three things I keep close to my heart in this crazy life. It all matters.. the day will come when this TAW world championship belongs to another guy, but for now.. I'm loving it. I'm relishing the challenge of Max Adamson, Logan Kincade.. Alex Walker. You name it.. I'm relishing it.

*The crowd ramp up the cheering as Kenty continues to speak with a purposeful tone. Though, his intensity has slightly dropped, he remains focused with his eyes burning with desire and passion.*

Mr Kenty: That brings me nicely on to tonight.. I'm relishing it. Austin Stevens.. A man that has broken new ground.. A man that has been in other wrestling corporations and taken men apart piece be painful piece.. I like you kid. You have got guts and talent.. and the words to back it all up. Your words are outspoken, sharp tongued and straight to the point. On top of that, Austin Stevens is currently the Hardcore champion..But in a way, I get the feeling he sees me as a parody of a modern day hero..

Mr Kenty: The reason I'm out here doing what I do, is the same reason why Austin Stevens comes to this ring and does what he does, regardless of what he thinks, is because of all of this. These fans and this magic arena. And perhaps, I would have thought Austin would have understood this, despite everything. All of these people, with their signs and shirts. They chant and cheer for whoever they wan't even you, Austin. Some of them believe in you..And you hear that.

Mr Kenty: You hear that and when you hear that and you know someone believes in you, it empowers you.. it gives you emotion. And all you wan't to do, is stay in your make shift gym and talk about how you wan't to make the "heroes" of this company left in a bloody mess, leaving fans destroyed. no.. that's not the way. 6WF isn't just about grabbing the spotlight.. it is these people being able to come to this arena, choose their favorite superstar and cheer them to the sky or boo them into oblivion. They wan't to share the moment with their hero's not see their hero's torn down by some smart mouth punk who believes he is above each and every superstar by his actions and words.

Mr Kenty: What I'm wearing right now to you Austin, might seem like a commercial ploy. Not just a shirt, but a ploy. It Might seem like "the management" is trying to sell out as much merchandise as they possibly can from my name, the hero if you will. But, see.. that's where you could be mistaken. It's about the message in which it represents. Living life loud.. the underlying message of never backing down and walking away from adversity. I have been in hostile environments, I have walked into some sadistic playgrounds in the past, I have walked into rings where the guys on the other side of the ring wanted to tear me down piece by painful piece but through it all I still have my critics but even despite that there are still people who are loyal to me and as long as they are here, I will fight for them and loyal to them.

Mr Kenty: You might think I'm a parody of a modern day hero. Because of the way I look.. because how I act. Because deep down Austin, you don't approve of Mr Kenty. Your kidding yourself if you believe your the first person to say or feel that way Austin and say how you will leave heroes in a wreck. We have seen enough of these heroes! we have seen enough of the grit and determination of hanging on in there for long periods of the match and then storming back into it like a runaway train! We have seen enough of a microphone descending, get Mr Kenty out of here! I bet that is running through your mind right now Austin. I don't know how smart you are but I know your not deaf you can hear it tonight.. It's been going on for years, even in 6CW. Your not the first.. and you won't be the last.

Mr Kenty: I show up, every day for the past three and a half years and bust my ass. Not for people like you Austin Stevens.. who clearly don't respect me. I do it for the people who support me, who wear my shirts and wear my colours. I do it for the fans who queue up in the pouring rain for hours just waiting to meet me and when I walk into that room of a hotel, a school or a building where they get to meet me and all they wan't to do is say my catchphrase or saying hello, their eyes light up with glee. And when parents of children who say you are their biggest idol, pull me to one side and tell me, I'm the reason they get over adversity by never backing down and thank me for the hope and inspiration.

Mr Kenty: Austin Stevens.. you are red hot right now. But you will always have critics.. you should be proud of every single accomplishment you have so far in your wrestling career. But you should be smart enough to know that I'm proud of what I have done. I'm proud of who I am and proud of what I have become. Because what I have become is a man that has been wrestling for years, traveling the world from Germany to China, New York to Belfast.. Glasgow right here to Birmingham. Sometimes they cheer, sometimes they boo but I have stood here and taken it all. Even in some of the most hostile environments you could think of, sharing the ring with some of the biggest names in this business has to offer. And the difference between you and I, Austin Stevens is not a hero parody in everyone of those big time matches, I have walked away with my head held high.

Mr Kenty: So please.. think I'm a joke. Please think I'm a hero parody and please walk down to this ring for the main event and think im a shell of a man who's just a "Shirt" A witty catchphrase, Red wrestling trunks and a pair of black wrestling boots. Please.. think that about me Austin Stevens. Because that's what every one of your peers has thought about me and I have taken them all to the limit. I have wrestled and beaten former indy stars and hardcore stars in the past in this company and the old company up north. And that's a pretty long list kid.. Respect isn't given out here. It is earnt. You listen to me Austin, and you listen good. If your good enough to hold a championship which you are then you are good enough to take on some of the best. And if you get the better of me tonight.. you will have my respect.

*The crowd are electric and on their feet at Kenty's words as he stands in the center of the ring, standing tall and proud. The words are intense and strong as Kenty almost quivers in anticipation, his face raw with emotion. Kenty then cracks out a smile before dropping the microphone to the mat and then walks over to the turnbuckle before rising onto the top of the turnbuckle and salutes the fans in attendance. Turn up the trouble roars once again from the speakers as Kenty continues to soak up the adulation before the action fades away from ringside to the backstage area.*

Match 1
Clarke James vs Lex Hart
RJ: We have a fantastic match to kick Lockdown off with, as Clarke James faces off against Lex Hart.

MW: Two of 6WF's biggest names really looking to propel themselves back towards the Main Event scene where they clearly belong.

RJ: It's certainly a measure of the talent here in 6WF that not only are we showing this match on Lockdown when it could easily be a pay per view contest, but also that it is the opening match of the night.

MW: Shows the folks at home that they are certainly in for a treat this evening.

‘Be Myself’ screams out of the speakers and the crowd boo as Lex Hart confidently walks out onto the stage. walks down the ramp, fans shouting and booing as he strides down to the ring. Hart slides under the bottom rope and leans on the ropes as he looks down the ramp, awaiting the arrival of James.

RJ: Hart will be looking for some revenge tonight after being pinned by James last week in tag team action.

MW: That was only because of Kristal, she's one crazy chick.

RJ: Lex didn't need to get involved in that Michael, it was his own fault.

The crowd begins to grow louder, awaiting the arrival of their hero. The lights go down and a siren sounds out, as lights flicker. Chase and Status’ ‘Blind Faith’ booms into the arena and the crowd go wild. The lights go up and there, stood with his back to the crowd, arms outstretched, is Clarke James. He turns to face the crowd and grins, he raises his arms and then walks to the ring. James stands in the opposite corner to Hart, staring him down.

MW: Last week showed there isn't a lot of love lost between these two.

RJ: You're right there Michael, it's a rivalry that has simmered a long for a while now but they've just found other rivalries first, what with James saving 6WF and all that.

MW: You're not going to start using that line as well are you? He never shuts up about it!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

James goes in for the lock-up, Hart ducks under and quickly applies a waistlock. He throws James into the mat, dropping him face. He quickly piles knees down into the back of the former European Champion, before waiting for James to rise. He then kicks James in the gut following that up with a snap DDT. Cover.

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

James forces the shoulder up. Hart quickly synchs in a sleeper hold, James gets up to his feet and smashes elbows into the head of Hart until he releases. James bounces off the ropes and knocks Hart down with a leaping forearm smash. Lex rolls up and walks straight into a spinning heel kick from James, who then hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Quick-paced start to this match-up.

Hart gets the shoulder up, James allows him up to a vertical base before smashing some European Uppercuts into the chin. Hart responds with a couple of punches of his own, and then lifts a knee up into the gut of James. Hart starts pummeling away on the back of James but he counters with a Northern Lights suplex.
Both men roll to their feet but James quickly hits Hart with an elbow to the side of the head, before lifting Hart onto his shoulders and nailing a Samoan Drop. He hooks the leg.

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

Hart kicks out again, James lifts him to his feet in an armbar hold but Lex counters, spinning out and sending James to the mat with an arm-drag. He rolls up, Hart pokes him in the eye and James is temporarily blinded as the crowd boo loudly. Hart takes a couple of free shots at James before hitting an inverted atomic drop.
Lex then runs the ropes, hitting a neck snap on James. Hart quickly goes up to the top rope, diving off and nailing a big leg drop across the throat. Cover.

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

RJ: That thumb to the eye has given Lex the advantage, resorting to tactics like that is disgraceful.

MW: If it gets the job done, Lex won't mind one bit.

James forces the shoulder up, Hart gets to his feet and proceeds to stomp away on the head of James until the referee steps in. Lex then allows James to his feet before hitting him with a backbreaker. James gets to his knees only for Lex to run in and knock him down with a knee to the head. He hooks the leg.

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

Lex locks in a front facelock on James. He lifts him to his feet, before throwing James to the mat with a suplex. He keeps the hold applied, lifting James up and nailing a 2nd suplex. Again the hold is kept in, Hart gets to his feet...

MW: He hits the third suplex!

RJ: Tremendous strength, athletic ability and technical wrestling from Hart!

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

James kicks out, Hart lifts him to his feet. He sends James into the ropes, he leaps into the air going for a dropkick but James holds the ropes and Hart crashes to the mat. James rushes in at Hart as he rises but Lex counters with a snap jawbreaker. He then runs the ropes, hitting a springboard moonsault.

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

Hart lifts up James, he goes for an Irish whip but James reverses the momentum, sending Hart into the ropes. On the rebound, he hits a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker. Cover.

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

Clarke James takes his time getting to his feet, Lex rises up just after him. James goes for a kick to the stomach but Hart grabs the boot...

MW: Every time James looks like getting back into this match, Hart stops...

RJ: ENZAGURI KICK!

James nails the enzaguri and Hart hits the canvas. James quickly goes up to the outside, before springboarding in and nailing a plancha down on Lex. Cover.

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

James allows Hart up to his feet before hitting a big atomic drop. He stumbles into the ropes, CJ whips him out across the ring and on the rebound hits a leaping tiger calf kick. Hart rolls up and James crashes a roundhouse kick into the side of the head. Cover.

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

RJ: James in charge now.

James lifts Lex to his feet, he hits a couple of big body blows before hitting a gutwrench suplex. Hart rolls to his feet, James runs the ropes and takes him down with a leaping elbow smash. He hooks the leg.

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

Hart forces the shoulder up. James waits for him to rise before whipping Hart into the ropes. On the rebound he nails a huge spinebuster. James then goes up top...

RJ: CORKSCREW SENTON! Cover!

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

Hart gets the shoulder up just in time. James allows him to rise, he hauls him in for Faithless but Hart spins his way out...

MW: FLATLINE!

RJ: OUT OF NOWHERE!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Lex Hart wins it!

RJ: What a fantastic match-up that was, and what a big win for Lex Hart!

MW: Picking up some revenge for last week, a real springboard for Hart here.

Lex rolls to his feet and saunters towards the corner, where he climbs the ropes to mock the fans who boos him loudly.

(Crime Lord is stood backstage, his head as some paper-stitches on after the match with Austin Stevens on Lockdown. He is wearing his usual suit and is already holding a microphone.)

CL- I get it Vortex, I get exactly what you want, exactly why you keep doing the things you are doing. Why you dressed up like me, why you tried to be edgy with your lies to get the fans talking, why you attack me after matches, why you are trying to be a cocky, controversial revolutionary...you're desperate for attention, desperate for somebody to look at Vortex and think you are anything more than a fat, decent tag team wrestler. Fodder, filler. That's why you're doing your best to rile me, that's why you're doing your best to piss as many people off as you can every time you pick up that microphone.

I shouldn't be surprised, I always saw it in you, why would somebody with the bodily dimensions of yourself try and make it as a wrestler...attention. I wouldn't be surprised that as a young man you would stuff yourself with fatty foods, sit there drinking melted tubs of ice cream, piles of pizzas just to get to the size you are now. Because then people would notice you, people would give you some of the attention you crave. All the time you've been here, you've been looking for some way of getting attention, you had the Consultant singing your praises because he could bring the spotlight on you...then you brought in Jackie Chan, you thought maybe if you brought in a man so cartoonish I'm surprised you can't see the cell shading that people would care about you. They didn't then, they don't now.

It's sound thinking, I'll give you that, pick a fight with the biggest and baddest man in 6WF. The Legend of 6WF, most decorated, record-breaking and crucially attention-grabbing. There hasn't been a time in this company where I don't get people talking, people looking, I am the star attraction and so for a man like yourself, desperate for that attention, a man like yourself, who lives for the spotlight...I was the perfect target.

(Crime Lord takes a moment and lifts the microphone away.)

CL- This is not my swansong Vortex, this is your only opportunity to get some attention on you and it won't last long. I don't like that I have to stand here and respond to your nonsensical ramblings, that I have to smell that disgusting stench you carry around with you every time you walk down the ramp to greet me, that you want me to pretend that you are on my level, that you will ever be on my level. I'm not going backwards, I'm not standing still, I'm stalking, calculating...you are the delay, you are the reason I'm not currently beating Logan Kincade, beating Mr. Kenty, beating Max Adamson. You are in my way, you are a road block that I plan to smash straight through.

You can make your excuses early by telling me Johnny Oko is a "shadow" and that is why he is going to be beaten by me this week, but the truth is that you know and I know that I will beat Johnny Oko because I am better than Johnny Oko and that it is only a matter of time before I beat you, because I am better than you, I always have been, I always will be. Your desperate pleas for attention, your attempts at being the edgy star of 6WF don't change that. You are small change, easily dispensable. I am 6WF, I am its heart, its brain, its soul, its core. 6WF relies on me to function, to exist and you are not even a cog in its machinery, you are less than that, you are the dust that lines its inner workings, just waiting for me to brush you off.

Like it or Lump it.

:::EARLIER TONIGHT:::

Blue Dragon is seen the the back, he is standing in the interview area alone holding a mic.

BD: Do we have some freaks in tonight?

The crowd cheer..

BD: Sorry, I meant to ask.. DO WE HAVE SOME FREAKS IN TONIGHT!!!

A massive pop from the crowd brings a smile to BDs face

BD: I have asked for this time to speak to you all about my goals.. Let's look at it like a job interview of sorts..

Blue Dragon straightens his jacket and pretends to tighten up a neck tie...

BD: So, first of all, why do I feel I deserve to be here in 6WF?.. Well, I think that I have a lot to bring to the company, I have boundless energy and a drive to succeed. I have a skill set pretty much made for kicking peoples skulls in and I have passion for the business unlike anyone else... Essentially I think that the company would struggle to survive if I was not here...

Dragon pretends to tick off something on a price of paper...

BD: Ok mr Dragon, that's great. So what about your credentials, we see here you have two Hardcore Championship reigns?.. Yes, I gelt the title twice. I held it, oh years ago, and I did some pretty messed up things to get my hands on it then. Up ont my return to this company, I decided to chase for the title again, I eventually got a one on one match with Hero and I kicked his arse and took it back. And that leads me neatly to the World Heavyweight Championship. I won't go into too much detail as to my reign, but I have also held that, after once again finally getting a one on one shot.. I'm noticing a pattern here...

Blue dragon ticks off another imaginary box...

BD: And finally, where do I see myself in 6 months time? Hmmm... I see myself stood in this very ring, I see myself with the Hardcore Championship title wrapped around my waist and I se myself taking on any and all challengers that think themselves capable of standing two to toe with me...

The crowd pop and Blue Dragon snaps out of his fantasy world...

BD: Ok, maybe I got a bit carried away, but I have good news.. I got the job!!!

The crowd laugh and cheer as BD soaks it all in. Knowing that it was not and will not always be like this...

BD: My Freaks, I have official word of my new job title... I have signed the paperwork and I start immediately. So say hello to me, in my new job, 6WFs next Hardcore Champion!!!!!

Dragon raises his fists into the air as the crowd chant his name and he motions the belt around his waist..

BD: this week I face a giant, a mount mountain who calls himself Udo 'Ice' Berg. He has me out sized, out strengthen and he has someone watching his back. Add to that him being on a hot streak right now and you've got to admit, my chances ain't all that good right?

The crowd cheer him on as he looks around feigning despair..

BD: But my Freaks. But what you've got to remember. Is that I am the most unpredictable man in 6WF. I am the Blue Dragon, I am the man who only a few weeks ago, choke slammed that same Giant to the mat and had him beat, only for that some of a bitch, Stevens, to come out here and attack me.. Again....

As Blue Dragon soaks up the attention from the crowd. The giant form of Udo Berg steps into shot and Dragon turns to face him.

Udo: Mr Dragon... I hear your vords just now. I F.E.A.R you have given some misinformation. Let uss review... First. Vhy it is you deserve to be in 6WF?

Answer: You do not, you are a failure, a fraud, a poor copy of your brother, but mit out the ability unt cunning required to be successful in the company.

Credentials! I noticed you glossed over a very important point, your world championship reign was a shambles Mr Dragon. You achieved the dream of every professional wrestler in the vorld, unt you made a mockery of that, you are a disgrace to this company Mr Dragon, you are a clown...

Udo has a look of hate on his face and he breaths heavily

Udo: Unt I hate... CLOWNS!

Udo composes himself before he turns his back on Blue Dragon.

Udo: Unt finally where do you see yourself in 6 months time? I heard you say that you see yourself in my ring, mit the hardcore title? Hahahahahaha meine goodt man, you vil not be here in 6 months time, you vil still be sidelined mit the injuries I will inflict on you at Lockdown.

BD looks into the eyes of Udo and the tension is there for all to see. These two men clearly don't like each other, a fact that has stood since their first ever meeting back in the days of 6CWF.

Udo Smiles at Blue who continues to stare at the German giant.

Udo: I vil enjoy breaking you Mr Andrews. I vil enjoy it immensely unt I vil take pleasure in breaking the hearts of your "freaks" the sheep, I will show them the true face of F.E.A.R unt they will never be the same again...

Blue Dragon looks up into the face of Udo Berg. Unwavering in his stance. The two big men standing almost toe to toe as the tension in the air is palpable.

BD: You want to speak about how you will damage me? You want to make threats, big boy?

Udo nods with a sick grin on his face...

BD: Udo Berg, the man mountain of 6WF, the most dominant force in this industry.. Or at least, that's what you used to be. You see Udo, you want to talk about me like you know me? You don't know shit..!

Dragon walks around Udo as he speaks Berg not moving, not even bothering to watch his back when BD circles round behind him..

BD: you tell me that I'm nothing but a cheap knock off of Logan? Are you retarded? Logan Kincade is a sick puppy, he's got more in common with Stevens than me.. If we whereby blood then I know that no one would ever make that comparison. Berg you walk around here spouting off, so called, information fro your 'files' and you think that that will help you get the upper hand, but it doesn't, the only thing you've really got going for you is your size. Your nothing but a Giant Simpleton. Your no more than 6WF's 'Hodor' carrying a dead weight on your back. Only your 'Bran' is named Visage and he's no cripple, he just uses you to carry the weight because your nothing but his BIG BITCH!!

Udo turns his head slightly to look Dragon in the eye.

BD: Oohh, you didn't like that big man? See I'm onto you.. I know exactly what's going on around here.. You and Visage have been planning this one for a long time right? Planting seeds a, throwing people off the track? Right? RIGHT?! I know who you two are Udo. One big guy, one small guy...

Udo looks a little flustered by Dragons words as he continues to speak

BD: THE HOODED MEN!!! You two have been taking out the competition and it's worked, you've weakened the Consultancy enough to take them out...

Udo Berg shakes his head slowly, he turns and he walks off camera, without saying a word..

BD: Where are you going? What the fuck? You've took the belt off Oko and Vortex, why would you still be attacking him? Udo? UDO?!

Dragon walks off as we still hear his voice off camera.

BD: Berg, you listen to me! I know what's going on here, I know it's you. You can't walk away at Lockdown Udo, you'll be stuck in this ring with me, and I promise you one thing right now. I'll beat you, and I'll get to the truth...
YOU HEAR ME UDO!??! I'LL BEAT YOU!!! YOH DONT WALK AWAY FROM ME BERG!! YOU BIG FAT FUCK, IM COMING FOR YOU!!!

Match 2
Johnny Oko vs Crime Lord

RJ: A real clash of styles in our next contest here on Lockdown...

MW: Well, at least on past reputation. But who knows what being kidnapped by those hooded men has done to Oko's mindset.

RJ: It must have had some effect on him that's for certain, but still, I don't think he will start wrestling a power game like the one Crime Lord uses.

MW: Fair point RJ. I just think what happened will have had a massive effect on Oko. We saw what he was like in that chat with Vortex last week.

"Turks Theme" blares out over the speakers and Johnny Oko walks slowly out onto the stage, greeted by cheers from the Birmingham crowd. He tags a few fans hands as he makes his way down the ramp. Oko slides under the bottom rope, leaps to his feet and then bounces off the ropes a couple of times.

RJ: his first match since Survival, and I'm sure he will be looking to get rid of those thoughts out of his mind quickly.

MW: Easier said than done RJ. Let's see how he goes tonight. A tough contest for sure but perhaps just the thing he needs to re-focus.

‘Rain Wizard’ hits and the crowd boo as 6WF’s Iron Man saunters, focused, onto the stage. Pyro’s go off either side of him, as he continues his purposeful walk to the ring, staring down at Oko.

MW: I think that Crime Lord will be using Oko and tonight's match as a way of sending a message to Oko's tag partner...

RJ: Vortex has certainly taken issue with Crime Lord, and I don't think the veteran is too happy about it.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Oko goes in for the lock-up but Crime Lord quickly kicks him in the gut. He then fires in a series of big punches as Oko falls back into the corner. Crime Lord continues with kicks and punches until Oko is slumped in the corner. Crime Lord then hits a big knee to the head before stepping back.

Oko pulls himself up in the corner, he stumbles forward and walks straight into a crashing big boot to the skull from Crimey. He hooks the leg.

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

Crime Lord rolls to his feet, he lifts up Oko and hits him with a big European Uppercut. He then lifts Oko up into the air before running and nailing a powerslam. Oko rolls to his feet and Crime Lord hits a Fisherman's suplex on Oko. Cover.

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

MW: Crime Lord really setting about Oko here early on in this match-up!

RJ: We thought he might want to send a message to Vortex, he is certainly doing that here.

The 6WF legend gets to his feet and immediately stomps down on the head of Oko. He eventually gets to his feet, only for Crime Lord to throw him down into the canvas with a suplex. Oko rolls up and sprints in at Crimey who nails a huge clothesline that flips Oko over. He makes the cover again.

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

MW: This really isn't a good situation for Oko!

RJ: Stating the obvious there Michael!

Crime Lord hauls up Oko, he then flings him into the corner. Crimey sprints in, hitting a spear but then following that up with a series of stiff shoulders up into the gut of Oko. He then allows Oko out of the corner...

MW: Powerbomb...

RJ: HURRACANRANA!

MW: Great counter by Oko, he certainly needed it!

Crime Lord rolls to his feet and Oko nails the tic-tac-toe on Crime Lord. He hooks the leg.

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

Oko gets up to his feet, he drags up Crime Lord where he then gets some revenge before firing off chops into the chest as Crime Lord stumbles back into the corner. Oko then runs in and nails a shining wizard, before clutching Crime Lord by the head and running forward, nailing a bulldog. He makes the cover.

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

Crime Lord again forces the shoulder up. Oko gets to his feet, where he allows Crime Lord to rise. He then wraps a roundhouse kick into the side, and then one to the head. Crime Lord falls to a knee and Oko hits him with a legsweep DDT before making the cover.

RJ: Impressive work here by Oko!

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

Oko stands over Crime Lord waiting for him to rise...

MW: Oh no!

RJ: NOT AGAIN DAMN IT!

MW: IT'S THEM AGAIN!

RJ: THEY'RE HERE! GET OUT OF THERE OKO!

The hooded men make their way through the crowd, they leap the apron and slide into the ring. Oko is transfixed in fear, he looks at both men before going for the smaller one, firing in punch after punch only for the numbers game to quickly take hold as the second hooded figure drags Oko back and flings him into the mat.

The duo proceed to stomp away on Oko, he rolls back to the corner but this offers him no protection as one of the hooded men removes the turnbuckle cover as the other picks up Oko and slams his head into it continually.

RJ: Who keeps allowing this to happen?! It's ridiculous!

MW: Oko has got no chance here!

The hooded pair continue stomping down on Oko, as Crime Lord stirs in the middle of the ring. The hooded pair turn around and converge on him. Crime Lord smirks, he starts firing in right and lefts, taking on both men with a degree of success.

MW: Crime Lord taking it to them!

RJ: The numbers game tells again though!

MW: You have no chance against this pairing.

After initially knocking them back, the hooded men tackle Crime Lord to the mat where they stomp and pound away on him until he isn't fighting back. The duo then split up, one punching away at Crime Lord on the canvas, the other taking choking out Oko in the corner.

MW: This is sickening, this needs to be stopped!

RJ: How can these men be allowed to do this, week after week?

MW: Surely security or something needs to be picked up. It can't keep happening...

RJ: VORTEX!!

MW: He's going to stop it tonight!

The big man strides out onto the stage, he quickly makes his way down the ramp and in the ring. He runs and boots the hooded man punching away on Crime Lord, he boots away at him repeatedly before Vortex grabs Crime Lord by the arm and drags him towards the ropes, staring down at the second hooded man who goes to help up his partner in crime.

The hooded men roll out of the ring, leaving their battle for another day as Vortex checks on Crime Lord. Only then does he roll into the ring to check on the health of his partner Oko, who has blood pouring from his forehead after being smashed into the exposed steel continually.

RJ: Although I'm happy he made the save, that was very strange from Vortex. He chose to help Crime Lord, his rival, instead of his tag team partner.

MW: There are some strange things going on in his mind at the minute RJ that's for certain. He doesn't seem to know whether to respect Crime Lord or downright despise him. To hug him or to slam him.

RJ: Well I can't imagine that choice will sit too well with Oko.

JR: My guest at this time is a man at the centre of the Undisputed Championship controversy, Max Adamson. Thank you for agreeing to do this interview.

(Adamson rolls his eyes)

JR: My first question, what was going through your head when you were stood at the end of last week's Lockdown, with the 6WF Champion Logan Kincade one side of you and the TAW Champion Mr Kenty the other side?

(Adamson is pondering, deep in thought before answering)

Max: No comment.

JR: Oh. Okay. What about when you Gored Blue Dragon to win the match. Was a part of you doing that to send a message to Kincade and Kenty?

(Adamson again considers his response, before answering)

Max: No comment.

JR: What do you make of Alex Walker holding back Kincade at the end of Lockdown. Do you think that was for his benefit, or for yours?

(Adamson glares at Reynolds before answering)

Max: No comment.

JR: Help me out here Max!

Max: In case you haven't figured it out yet, Max Adamson is a guest on the critically acclaimed Saint's Row, with everyone's favourite dullard The Saint. He is hosting the show and he is going to be asking me pointless questions similar to yours that I have to bring myself to answer in front of the world. So forgive me Jack, I can't exactly give you the answers now can I?

JR: I guess not.

Max: Saint is going to be cutting to the core, asking the question on everyone's lips, such as "Do you remember when I won the Grand Slam?" and "Who's your favourite, Saint or Hero?". Although maybe, just maybe he'll ask some relevent questions about the revelent people in 6WF. Max Adamson was lower down the food chain when Saint was Champion, but now the time has passed for the 6WF Alumni to step aside and allow those who have paid their dues their opportunity to take the ball and run. And believe me Jack, it's Max Adamson's turn. Hero played with his Church but left again. JJ Johnson has stayed away. TGA wouldn't stand aside, so I retired him. Crime Lord wouldn't stand aside, so I beat the hell out of him! This isn't about Max Adamson targetting the "legends" of 6WF, this is about Max Adamson doing what he has to do to achieve his goals. You all know what I did with the death of Chris Patricks, you all saw what I did to TGA, Saint might be back as a GM and a failed chat show host, but if he hasn't gotten the message yet, he will by the end of Saint's Row.

(Adamson walks off leaving Reynolds behind)

In the trainers room, we see Johnny Oko sitting, his head bandaged, an EMT tending to him when Vortex walks in and places a hand on his shoulder..

V: How you feeling buddy?

Oko shoves his hand away and looks at him with a scowl..

Oko: how you think I feel? Oko gets his ass kicked, last week I got free from being kidnapped by those guys and all your interested in is how it looks for you! Vortex, Oko is starting to think maybe your not who you sat you are..

V: What the hell do you mean by that boy?

Oko: Well after that last week, you should have been at my side, you should have made sure that nothing like that went down. I can understand you couldn't stop it. I understand you have your own life, but even after I was getting my ass kicked, you came the the ring you saved Crime Lord? You left old Oko to get his ass kicked by those gaijins? What the hell where you thinking man?

V: I wasn't thinking, I just saw them attacking Crime Lord and I felt like I needed to stop them... First! I needed to stop them first, then help you up... Because they where attacking him more at the time...

Oko shakes his head, while Vortex is stumbling over his excuses...

Oko: I took a beating from those freaks because you whereby there for me, you came out and you saved the guy that I was fighting, the same guy that you attacked last week. You confuse me Vortex, what in the hell is going on with you?

Vortex looks down at himself, the suit, the cigar in his hand and then back up at Oko with a cold look in his eye...

Me: I guess I'm just evolving Johnny. We've all got to grow up some time...

Vortex taps Oko on the shoulder, who winces in pain and vortex leaves, while Oko watches him go. A suspicious look on his face....

Match 3
James McManus vs Visage

RJ: After facing off in tag team action last week, these two find themselves in a singles contest this time around.

MW: It was an impressive display from Visage last week, his best in 6WF if you ask me.

RJ: And he will be looking to continue that tonight up against one half of the Parasite Killers, James McManus.

“Sad but true” hits and the crowd give a mixed reaction as James McManus strides out onto the stage. He paces down the ramp, waiting outside the ring for a moment before sliding in.

RJ: McManus wasn't happy with the loss last week, he will want to make amends tonight.

MW: It wasn't his fault, Fanatic's injuries meant he couldn't really help out. You won't Project Fear 2 on 1.

“Crystal skull” blares out around the arena and Visage strides out, eyes wide glaring down at McManus. Visage taps the tag team title belt around his waist before walking down the ramp. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he takes a few moments to stare down at Fanatic before sliding into the ring.

RJ: Visage not used to being out here with his tag team partner, I wonder how he will handle the situation tonight?

MW: I'm sure he'll be fine RJ! He can handle himself that's for sure!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

McManus and Visage go in for the lock-up. Visage forces the former European Champion back into the corner, where he then proceeds to smash a series of knees up into the gut of McManus. He then drags him away from the corner, before hitting a brainbuster. He hooks the leg.

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

Visage rolls up to his feet, he drops a number of knees into the head of James McManus before retreating to the corner. McManus stumbles up, Visage runs out of the corner and nails a spinning, corkscrew forearm smash. Cover.

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

McManus again gets the shoulder up. Visage sets up for a DDT but McManus counters this with an arm drag takedown. Visage rolls to his feet, McManus lifts him onto his shoulders and nails a powerslam. He hooks the leg.

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

Visage gets the shoulder up. McManus drags up Visage, he then throws him down to the canvas with a big suplex. Visage stumbles up, McManus kicks him in the gut and nails a powerbomb. Cover.

RJ: McManus unexpectedly dominant here!

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

James McManus drags up Visage, he goes for an Irish whip. Visage hits the ropes and McManus takes him down with a knee lift on the rebound. Visage stumbles up and McManus hits a bridging suplex. He makes the cover.

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

McManus waits for Visage to rise, before whipping him out across the ring and nailing a backbreaker on the rebound. He lifts up Visage, this time hitting an STO backbreaker before running off the ropes and hitting a double axe handle to the back of the head. Cover.

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

Visage kicks out. McManus lifts him to his feet, where he smashes in a series of European Uppercuts to the chin. Visage falls into the ropes, McManus whips him out across the ring and on the rebound, hits Visage with a belly to belly suplex. McManus then bounces off the ropes, hitting a running knee to the head. Cover.

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

Visage gets the shoulder up, and McManus quickly attempts to lock-in a boston crab but he is booted away into the corner by Visage. He then kips to his feet, sprinting in and nailing a leaping clothesline on the former European Champion. He stumbles out of the corner and Visage hits a brogue kick to the head and McManus crashes to the mat. Cover.

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

McManus gets the shoulder up. Visage locks in a sleeper hold but doesn't try and choke out McManus, instead lifting him to his feet and shoving him into the ropes. Visage then chokes McManus out over the top rope until the ref steps in. He then rests McManus' head on the top rope, before holding up his legs, and then booting McManus in the gut.

He hits the canvas, Visage quickly hits a choke slinghost on the parasite killer. Visage goes to the top rope, where he dives off and hits an elbow down into the head. He hooks the leg.

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

MW: Visage taking charge.

Visage waits for McManus to rise, he then pulls him down by the head before smashing a number of big knees into the face until McManus is backed against the ropes again, trying to shield himself. Visage whips him out across the ring, and then meets him in the middle of the ring with a corkscrew forearm smash.

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

McManus is allowed to his feet by Visage only to then be hit with a chop to the throat. Visage then grabs McManus by the throat...

RJ: Russian legsweep!

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

Visage lifts up McManus, he whips him out across the ring and nails a spinning side slam backbreaker. Visage gets to his feet, dropping a number of knees down into the back. Visage goes up top...

MW: FEAR FALLS!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: And just like that, it's over!

MW: Visage really targeted the back of McManus there, deliberately setting up for his finishing move.

RJ: It was great tactics...wait there, what the hell is he doing now?!

Visage gets up to his feet, he lifts up McManus only to hit another big backbreaker. He then pushes McManus front-first into the corner, he then runs in and hits a leaping double knee to the back.

Visage then proceeds to smash knees into the back, shoving the referee back when he tries to step in. Visage continues with the knees into the back before pushing McManus into the mat. He goes up to the top rope...

RJ: Not again, please not again..

MW: FANATIC!

Fanatic runs down the ramp, he slides in and stands between McManus and Visage on the top rope, beckoning him to dive off if he dares. Visage steps off the top rope, and drops off the apron, grinning.

RJ: He got there, just!

MW: Good job Fanatic did get there just in time though RJ, Visage was intent on causing some serious damage.

The camera cuts to Cameron Faith stretching off in his locker room, already in his wrestling gear, looking focussed as ever. Faith then looks down at one of the benches and picks up his FreeWeight Title, before throwing it over his shoulder and admiring himself in the mirror for a moment.



???: Looks good on you champ.



A slow, sarcastic clap can be heard from behind Faith, and the camera then pans around to reveal Lex Hart leaning on the back wall. Faith looks unimpressed and turns to face Lex before raising his fists and in a fighting stance. Lex though holds his hands up defensively and keeps walking toward him.



Lex: Easy tiger, I’m not here for a fight… this time, no I’m just here to talk.



Faith: Talk about what?



Lex: Oh I don’t know; the politics of the U.S., the socio-economic climate of Saudi Arabia, or possibly that FreeWeight Title over your shoulder.



Faith: If you want to try and take this away from me Lex, go right ahead, but I’ll make sure you’ve lost each and every one of your teeth before you pry this title off of my shoulder.



Lex: Now, now Cameron, I’m not interested in taking that belt from you… yet. I wanted to talk about how distracted you have been getting as of late, I mean you took a bit of a beating from me last week, and for what, that whore of yours?



Faith suddenly lunges at Lex and Lex jumps back holding up his hands to try and defend himself.



Lex: Listen to me, if it wasn’t for her last week, I’m sure you’d be feeling even more satisfied with yourself now as you may have had a chance to some damage to me, and I know you’d love that. All of this time Cameron, you’ve had such a heavy weight holding you down, and now seemingly you’re trying to add to that weight with that Church reject hanging around.



Faith: Forgive me here Lex, but I want to make sure I’ve got this right; you, Lex Hart, are trying to give me advice? Well call me paranoid but I’m not that sure that taking your advice is that good an idea for me, so if you’d like to see yourself out now, I’m fairly sure you know where the door is.



Lex: I know that you think that ignoring my advice is probably best for you, and a lot of people would agree, but you should definitely think on it. Is this just me trying to screw with you? Or maybe, maybe I’m trying to make you better Cameron, better than these beggars and hangers-on who surround you at the moment. Promise me you’ll think on it Cameron, because right now you’re ripe for the taking and fairly soon I’ll show you exactly where your weaknesses are, but chow for now and good luck tonight, I look forward to seeing your performance.



Lex Hart winks at Cameron Faith and pats his FreeWeight Title that hangs over his shoulder, before then turning and leaving the room, leaving Faith looking slightly puzzled as the camera cuts.

The camera cuts backstage where James McManus can be seen getting back into his street clothing. McManus is still stretching off as he does this as he clearly is in some discomfort. Suddenly the door behind McManus is pushed open and McManus looks over his shoulder momentarily to see who has entered, but he drops his head when he sees that it is Fanatic. McManus then continues to get ready as Fanatic enters the room.



Fanatic: Well I wasn’t expecting a welcome wagon but it’s hard to not acknowledge a seven foot monster when they enter a room.



McManus: Yeah well I’m busy right now and you’re a big boy, I hope you don’t need praise and approval every time you enter a room.



Fanatic: Well I just felt that after saving your ass out there tonight that perhaps you’d have something to say to me.



McManus turns around and has a look of mild disgust on his face as he looks Fanatic up and down.



McManus: In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve done pretty damn well without you. I’ve been European Champion, I’ve made a name for myself once again, finally James McManus is in the 6WF history books and you think that helping me out once is going to cause me to go running back to you?



Fanatic: I take your European Title and raise you a Hardcore Title reign, but this isn’t a pissing contest, this is business. We are both capable of great things in 6WF, but right now we have a common enemy, Project F.E.A.R. Now I don’t care how tough, technical or terrifying you are, without backup those guys are going to rip you to shreds.



McManus then looks down at the floor once again, seemingly accepting what Fanatic has said without wanting to admit it. McManus then raises his head slightly before speaking.



McManus: I suppose that having someone to watch my back wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and of all the people on this roster, you’re probably the one I most… trust.



Fanatic: There we go James, I’m glad you’re starting to see things from a clear perspective. We don’t have to be best buds, hell we don’t even have to like each other greatly, we only have to understand the “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch your policy.” Tonight was the first example of that, Project F.E.A.R. are a very powerful unit, but they will have a weakness, and as a team we can find that weakness.



McManus: You realize that 6WF probably hasn’t been waiting with bated breath for our return right? The Parasite Killers were never popular around these parts for the very reason F.E.A.R. aren’t now, so when the torches and pitchforks come out, we’re just as in danger as they are.



Fanatic: James, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s about time F.E.A.R. were shown what true dominance looks like, because quite frankly, they ain’t seen nothing yet.



Fanatic extends his hand to James McManus, and after a few moments, McManus shakes his hand and the two men look each other eye to eye. McManus then picks up his kit bag and walks out of the room with Fanatic following close behind as the camera cuts away.

Match 4
Dylan "Truth" Armstrong vs Cameron Faith

RJ: We sure are treating the folks at home tonight aren't we Michael?

MW: We certainly are RJ, another fantastic singles contest lined up next.

RJ: A clash between two of our champions, as European Champion Dylan Armstrong squares off against the Freeweight title holder Cameron Faith.

MW: I'm expecting a fast-paced contest here RJ, two very exciting competitors.

“Gimme some truth” blares out over the speakers and the crowd descend into boos as Dylan Armstrong strolls out onto the stage. He scours the arena, staring out into the crowd before walking down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and then holds the European Title up. Armstrong glares down the ramp, awaiting his opponent.

RJ: Wasn't a great start to Armstrong's reign as champion, with the hooded men taking him out.

MW: He'll be looking to really start his reign off tonight.

‘I Fought the Law’ booms out of the speakers and the crowd give a massive cheer. Cameron Faith bounds out onto the ramp, the Freeweight Championship in his hands. He raises it in the air and beats his chest before making for the ring, slapping the hands of the fans before sliding under the ropes and holding his title up as Armstrong does the same.

RJ: Always great to see two champions face off, they have a lot of pride in the title belts they hold.

MW: I think Faith is slight favourite here, but only if Kristal doesn't get involved.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to start the match off, Faith and Armstrong lock up, neither man gets the advantage so they break. Faith goes in for another lock-up but Armstrong locks in a side headlock. Faith quickly counters, throwing DTA into the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes into the middle of the ring, DTA sunset flips into the pin attempt.

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

Faith rolls out of the pin attempt, he quickly kicks DTA in the head and he hits the canvas. Faith quickly lifts up Armstrong, hauling him onto his shoulders and connecting with a gutbuster. DTA rolls up, Faith hits a snap powerslam into the cover attempt.

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

DTA powers out, Faith locks in a side headlock again. He lifts up the European Champion, who counters with a belly to back suplex. However, Faith lands on his feet behind DTA. Armstrong turns around, Faith brings him down to the mat with an arm drag takedown. DTA rolls up, Faith goes for a clothesline but this time DTA ducks and nails a swinging neckbreaker.

RJ: A real back and forth contest here.

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

Armstong waits for Faith to rise, he then fires in a headbutt. DTA then hits a couple of back-fist strikes to the head and then a knee to the gut. He whips Faith into the ropes before hitting a dragon whip kick. He makes the cover.

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

DTA drags up Cameron Faith in an armbar hold. Faith goes for an arm drag but DTA blocks and then takes Faith down with an arm drag of his own. Faith rolls up to his feet and straight into a big spinebuster from DTA who hooks the leg.

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

Armstrong waits for Faith to rise, before going for a clothesline, but Faith ducks underneath it. He then reels off a series of knife-edge chops into the chest, Armstrong staggers back into the corner where Faith continues with the chops to the chest until the referee steps in. He then grabs DTA by the head, running forward out of the corner and hitting a bulldog. Cover.

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

MW: As soon as either man looks to have gained an advantage in this match, the other stops them.

RJ: Two very evenly matched competitors.

Faith allows Armstrong up to his feet, he then Irish whips him into the roeps. On the rebound, Cameron leaps into the air and knocks him down with a big clothesline. DTA stumbles up and Faith kicks him in the stomach before hitting a legsweep DDT. He hooks the leg.

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

Armstrong forces the shoulder up. Faith hauls him to his feet, where he then fires off a series of kicks to the gut. Armstrong falls into the corner, where Faith retreats to the opposite corner before spinning and going for a big splash but DTA dives out of the way.
Faith crashes into the turnbuckle, the European Champion grabs him by the waist and then flings him to the canvas with a German suplex, bridging into the pin attempt.

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

DTA stands waiting behind Faith, allowing him to his feet. He then hits a chopblock to the knee. Cameron Faith falls down to one knee, DTA then follows this up with a superkick to the back of the head. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: What a great contest, it's now DTA in charge!

Armstrong lifts up Faith, he sets up for a suplex but Faith blocks. He then counters with a reverse STO, driving DTA head-first into the mat. He hooks the leg.

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

Faith is stood over Armstrong, waiting for him to rise when Lex Hart saunters out onto the stage, mic in hand.

RJ: What's he doing out here?

MW: Free country RJ!

Lex Hart: Oh don't mind me Cameron, I've just come out to watch the match. You carry
on, you're doing a great job so far.

Faith turns back towards Armstrong who is stirring. He kicks him in the stomach, before throwing him into the mat with a suplex. He keeps the hold applied, lifting up DTA and nailing a 2nd and then a 3rd suplex. Cover.

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

Lex Hart: That was a good move Cameron, looks like you were watching my match earlier.
Faith lifts up DTA, before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a back body drop on the rebound.

Lex Hart: Do you know what I find strange? How us wrestlers get distracted so easily. Every week, at least one of us loses because of a distraction, or at least gets taken out of the match.

I mean look at you last week Cameron, Kristal took you out of the match. And she's done it before. She even managed to distract me at Survival, so you got to keep that title a little bit longer.

I don't know why we get distracted though. We're in a dangerous situation, fighting against people with the ability to seriously injure us yet can be distracted by the simplest of things.

MW: What is Hart doing?

Lex has now reached the bottom of the stage. Faith is staring out at him.

Lex Hart: I mean I've only come out here to get a few things off my chest, have a little chat and pose a question to these fans, and look at you, already you're distracted. You keep staring at me, when in fact you should be a little bit more worried about who's stood behind you...

Before Faith can turn around, Armstrong sneaks up and levels him with the Open Mind!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: The European Champion gets the win!

RJ: All thanks to a distraction from Lex Hart.

MW: He was just thinking out loud, and I think he made a very interesting and correct point.

Hart points to his head, smirking as Lockdown goes to a commercial.

Backstage we see a camera following The Saint as he wanders around looking a little worried. He spots the Consultant and he quickly makes his way over to him. The Consultant turns and he looks at Saint with concern on his face..

TC: Saint, what's wrong?

The Saint leans in close to The Consultant..

S: What's going on around here? Who are these hooded men?

TC: I don't know Saint, they seem to be attacking at random. The other week they took Oko away, god knows where...

S: They sent him back with that message... 'Coming back to take what's theres'.

TC: What the hell does that even mean? They're coming back? I don't ever remember them being here in the first place, I can't be sure, we've not seen their faces...

The Saint is listening but is highly distracted, he's looking around uncharacteristically nervous.

S: Now they attack Crime Lord too?! What the hell would they bring him into it for? At first I thought it was a targeted attack on the tag devision, but now? These scum need to be men and come out and state their purpose...


TC: I agree with you, but you need to be careful. These, hooded men, are an unknown entity here. We have no control over them, we can't stop them being here because we have no idea who these two are.. They could be anyone, they could be 6WF fans who infiltrate through the audience, they could work with the crew and sneak their way to ringside to attack anyone, at any time..

S: Or.. Or they work for me..

The Consultant looks at Saint, a worried look on his face. Saint puts his hand on The Consultants shoulder

S: Not like that, I mean, perhaps they are 6WF wrestlers.. Perhaps that's it. Maybe it's all a dramatic way of then taking out the competition.. We're looking for two guys, one smaller man, and one big guy. Who tho.. Who could it be?

TC: Fear? Revolution? The big guy could be Solomon....

S: No, it's not them.. I can't be sure, I just know that there are two guys somewhere out there who have been causing havoc in 6WF. I just need to figure out why...

TC: It could be anything Saint, maybe they're simply trying to shake thing up, to make a babe for themselves, but maybe it something more? Maybe it's a targeted attack, we can't rule out that these guys could be current stars, that they are trying to take out any competition...

The Saint looks around one more time...

A: Right, it's time for Saints row. No matter what these two are up to. I need to show them, and everyone else. The how must go on..

Saint walks off towards the entrance way as The Consultant looks on, a grim look crosses his face as he shakes his head...

RJ: Folks, what a night it’s been so far, and let me assure you it’s about to get better...

MW: Better for who, ‘Arj? I can’t imagine things are going to get any better for The Saint....

RJ: You could be right, Mike. The Saint is about to come face to face with Max Adamson for the first time since Max made his statement back at Survival, let’s take you back to that night and show you exactly how the Thunder from Down Under laid down his marker....

Saint then rolls into the ring, he grabs the referee and begins explaining to him what happened, all the time Logan Kincade stood behind, waiting menacingly...

MW: This can't end well for The Saint...

"Lonely boy" blares out through the speakers and everyone turns to the stage...

RJ: What in the hell?!

MW: Now the N01 contender is joining the party!

Max Adamson strides out onto the stage, bottle of water in hand. He pours it over his head and then strides down the ramp. Max slides into the ring, Kincade goes for a clothesline but Adamson ducks...

RJ: GORE! GORE! GORE!

Adamson leaps to his feet, Kenty is beginning to stir to his feet...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE!

RJ: ADAMSON HAS JUST LAID OUT BOTH CHAMPIONS!

MW: And now he is laying out his plans!

Adamson rolls out under the bottom rope, he grabs the TAW and 6WF world titles before sliding into the ring. He holds them high above his head, staring right at The Saint, nodding at him!

MW: Safe to say ‘Arj that Max has made it his mission to not go unnoticed this time, and can you blame him?

RJ: You know, I agree that Max has got the rough end of the stick, he was screwed out of his world title shot by Logan Kincade, but that doesn’t give him the right to become a one man wrecking crew and try and take his revenge, he should wait for his chance...

‘Monster’ by Skillet blares through the speakers and the crowd erupt into cheers as The Saint strides out onto the ramp dressed in a suit with an open shirt and his trademark sunglasses, he raises them above his head and smiles to the crowd as he walks down to the ring where his set is waiting...

MW: I still can’t believe we have The Saint as our General Manager...

RJ: I know, it’s hard to believe how far he’s come in his 6WF career...

MW: I didn’t realise how much Danny McGraw hated this place and wanted us to suffer.

RJ: Oh shut up.

The Saint climbs up the ring steps and climbs the turnbuckle to soak in the atmosphere before dropping down and picking up a mic.....

TS: Good evening...

*Crowd Pop*

TS: You know, this might just be the first ever Saint’s Row I’ve held where I wasn’t an active wrestler...how times change, you know, I remember the days where I’d come out here and strip my opponents down, try and make my case for whatever it was I was gunning for, now the shoes on the other foot and I have to listen to the guys doing it... which quite quickly brings me round to my guest this evening....

The Saint takes his glasses off his head and places them on the small table in front of him...

TS: It was never going to be an easy transition into being General Manager, you can’t always get everything right, and at Survival, it appears I got it wrong when I excluded Max Adamson from the main event and made him compete for the chance. Admittedly, I should’ve seen it coming, I mean, I would’ve done the same. The big stage, the main event, the emotion, the frustration, everything boils over and you want to make a statement, it’s a classic Saint tactic, take out the guys at the top and show you intentions....

MW: Oh god....

TS: That’s exactly what Max Adamson did at Survival, and to an extent, I applaud him. When I took this job on I didn’t wanna be the man recycling the same old guys at the top, I wanted to see the guys in the back step up and show me how much this business means to them....

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

MW: I think his guest got tired of waiting....

The crowd boo as ‘Radioactive’ by Imagine Dragons roars around the arena and Max Adamson walks out on to the ramp with Clarissa, she motions a belt around his waist and leads him to the ring as The Saint rises from his chair and moves towards the apron, pushing the ropes down as Clarissa walks up the ring steps, she glares at Saint before moving through the ropes and waiting for Max to join her. Max stands on the top step, looking at the gap in the ropes before climbing the outside of the turnbuckle and raising his arms aloft, he jumps down inside the ring and stares The Saint in the eyes before brushing past where Clarissa is waiting with a mic in hand...

TS: Thanks for interrupting...

Max Adamson turns and smiles at The Saint...

MA: You’re welcome...

TS: I guess...

MA: I guess, infact, I know, that already we’re already sick and tired of hearing what you have to say, Saint. You’ve been in the job a month and already I’m bored of you. It’s as if you never left your so called career behind. If ever you wanted proof how to dress an ego up for retirement, you slap a cheap suit on it and give it a position in upper management. The only saving grace for you, Saint is you managed to get the brown off your nose before you walked out here.

RJ: Ouch.

The Saint raises his eyebrows at the comment....

MA: Oh, please don’t take offense at that, I’ve got plenty more where that came from. The sheer fact that you stand there and try and compare what I did to you makes me sick to my stomach. I am nothing like you, Saint. I never have been, I don’t ever want to be like you. What I did, I did because of the pure frustration I felt at being held back. You? You did those things as a cry for attention. You did them because you’re a petulant, egotistical attention whore. You hated it whenever anyone new came along. You hated it when you weren’t in the spotlight. You hated it that guys with more talent and more charisma than you were pushed, you constantly tried to one up them, tried to manipulate management. You whored yourself out to every faction going in the hope you could somehow stay relevant. I am none of those things, Saint...

None of them.

Max runs his hand through his hair as Clarissa rubs his back. He stands looking at The Saint....

MA: What I am, is the heir to the throne. I’m the man who would be king. I’m the black runt of the god damn litter and it’s time I got what’s coming to me.

I’m owed my shot, Saint. I’ve worked hard, busted my ass, sat in the background, taken the flak. I’ve said the things nobody wanted to hear and I’ve been ridiculed, scorned and spat in the face by those who wanted to keep me down. I’ve risen above it all. I’m everything you never were. I’m everything you could ever aspire to be, except one thing.....world champion.

The Saint smirks at the comment....

MA: See, it’s funny right? Cause I know how that small, shallow little mind of yours works. You’re thinking that you’re the man now. You’re the man standing between me and my shot, and you think you have me over a barrel, but believe me, Survival was just the beginning.

I’m not going away quietly, Saint. I won’t go play in the corner and hope for another chance. I’m telling you now, give me my shot, or I make your life as a GM a living hell....

Max stares emotionless at The Saint whose smirk recedes...

TS: After all that? Your vitriolic rant, you expect me to hand you your shot? You expect me to just bow down to your demands....

MA: I don’t expect you to do anything, Saint. I expect you to be the coward that deep down you have always been.

The Saint looks around the arena, looking pensive before looking back at Max Adamson who stands expectantly....

TS: You’re on.

RJ: WHAT?!

MW: YES!!

The crowd are stunned into silence...

TS: You’ll get your shot. At 6WF Chaos, you’ll get your chance at the World Title....but....

MW: BUT?!

RJ: It was always coming!

TS: It won’t be a one on one shot....

*CROWD POP*

TS: It won’t be for the TAW Title....it won’t be for the 6WF Title... at Chaos it will be Max Adamson...versus Logan Kincade....versus Mr. Kenty....for the 6WF Undisputed World Championship!

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

RJ: MY GOD, WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!

MW: MAX ADAMSON GETS HIS SHOT! HE’LL FACE THE TWO WORLD CHAMPIONS IN A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH TO DETERMINE THE UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION!!

The Saint nods at Max Adamson who continues to remain emotionless, he tosses his mic down and heads out of the ring as Max and Clarissa embrace in the ring....

RJ: I think The Saint has shown that regardless of personal opinion, he’ll do what’s best for business.... wait a minute....

MW: It’s them again....

The Saint is walking up the ramp when two hooded men walk out on to the stage. The Saint stops looking puzzled....

RJ: I guess they didn’t take too kindly to his comments earlier....

The two men stand motionless as Max Adamson looks around the ring before one of the two men steps forward as the titantron begins to flicker....

MW: It looks like we’re about to hear from them....

The hooded figure stands for a moment before raising his hand up and the screen flickers into life, split into multiple cameras, it shows the crowd stood looking stunned and shocked as the camera zooms in on more hooded men dotted around the arena, their hands raised...

RJ: What the hell is going on here?! This is surreal!

Max Adamson is stood in the ring looking puzzled as the figure stood in front of The Saint drops his arm and the titantron flickers off before he moves back to the top of the stage, the two figures turn to walk off as The Saint shouts at the two men to stop....

MW: Maybe not the wisest of moves....

The two figures turn and face The Saint, they both shake their heads before turning and walking off the stage and out of sight as The Saint stands staring at the screen...

RJ: I’ve never seen anything so surreal here in 6WF, Mike....

MW: That was eerie, who are these people? What do they want with 6WF?


The camera zooms in on the stage as 6WF heads to commercial.

Jack Reynolds is standing by in the interview area.

JR: Ladies an gentlemen, my guest at this time. DTA, Dylan Armstrong...

Armstrong steps into view and eyeballs Reynolds up at down before tutting to himself.

DTA: You? They sent you? A delusional naysayer... A pest and a plight to this place who comes up with questions so dull and bland that they nearly manage to hold place in the show just long enough for the sheep out there to go deficate. To go spread their pestilence like only they can. And yet you stand here before me with a question on your lips that you think will justify your existence, I'm the European Champion Jack, no matter how much these people try to deny my superiority, I will always prove them wrong. So you go on Jack, you ask your oh so important question and I will answer you, then we can go about our lives and never speak again....

Reynolds looks at him, confused by the tirade of abuse but continues anyway..

JR: Mr Armstrong, we have just witnessed you pick up a win against Cameron faith, you seem uninterested in any potential threats to your Championship. Can I ask if you can give us any hint of who will be deserving of the next title shot for trout European Title?

DTA: Who will be deserving? Jack, I have proved myself to be the best, I have taken this title for myself, and shirt of a world champion dripping don the card to come after me, I would consider anyone, any challenge an insult to my credentials. I am the future of 6WF, I am a champion, and I intend to stay that way for .....

A man in a cap walks past the screen and slightly knocks into Armstrong as he does.

??: Sorry pal, my bad....

Armstrong looks at the man and he smirks with arrogance.

DTA: Your bad? Indeed it is you idiot!!

The man removes his cap and turns and we see Mike hill staring back at Armstrong.

Hill: I said I was sorry kid. Take the apology and drop it..

DTA: How dare you lecture me, Old Man. First of all you knock into me while I'm being interviewed and now you try to belittle me. You listen to me you washed up, broken down, bland over the hill, Mike Hill...

Hill laughs to himself mockingly.

Hill: Over the Hill.. How clever kid. I'll give you this kid, you've got balls, but that's about all you got.

DTA holds up the title and Hill looks at him shaking his head

Hill: That doesn't prove anything, the only thing that proves is that you managed to pick up a single win on the right night against the right guy. That doesn't mean that you e paid your dues or that you've cut your teeth in 6WF.

DTA: THIS!! Proves that I'm relevant Mike. THIS!! Proves that I am the best and THIS!! Proves all you naysayers and disbelievers wrong.. Whereas you Mike Hill, YOU!! Prove your critics right, YOU!! Are far from the best this place has to offer. Finally Mike Hill, YOU!!! ARE!!! NOT RELEVANT!!!

Hill stares at Armstrong for a second before leaning in close stating into his eyes.

Hill: How would I become relevant Truth? I've got an idea. What if I was to take that belt from you? Would I be relevant then? Would I?

DTA and Hill stare at each other as the show goes to a break...

Match 5
Blue Dragon vs. Udo Berg

“Sonne” by Rammstein kicks in and the crowd starts booing,

Eins..
zwei..
drei..
vier..
fünf..
sechs..
sieben..
acht..
neun..
aus!

The guitars explode out of the arena speakers as the giant frame of Udo Berg steps out of onto the dry ice filled stage as the crowd descend into Boos. Berg stands at the top of the ramp for a moment before making his way down the ramp and clambering over the top rope into the ring.

RJ: One half of our tag tea champions out first here, and what a half he is! One of, if not the, most physically imposing competitor 6WF has ever seen.

MW: And since being re-christened Project F.E.A.R, he's been in unbelievable form.

"Freak on a leash" sounds out across the arena as the crowd start to cheer. Blue Dragon appears on the top of the ramp and soon starts to head down it, giving every fan a tag in the process.

MW: I don't think much of Blue Dragon's chances tonight...

RJ: No change there, what exactly is your problem with him?

MW: Too many to list RJ.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Berg and Dragon go nose to nose, the three inch height difference definitely noticeable. The bell rings and the two men lock up. It is a futile effort for Blue Dragon, who struggles to shift the near 500lb Berg, who grabs Dragon by the throat and flings him into the ropes. Dragon holds his throat and looks at Berg, shaking his head. He runs in and ducks a clothesline attempt by the big German, coming back on the rebound, hitting a running shoulder into the sternum. Berg doesn’t move but doubles over slightly. Dragon repeats this and takes the giant to his knees. Dragon hits a bull dog, and makes the cover.

Ref: 1……………2..Kick out!
Berg powers out of the pin attempt and sits up, instantly getting struck by a running knee by Dragon. Dragon pulls his opponent up and hits an uppercut knocking Berg back, following through with a UFC style high knee, putting Berg into the corner. Dragon charges in…

RJ: Nobody home!!

Dragon collides painfully with the steel, as Berg steps out and helps him on his way. Udo immediately goes to work, pulling Dragon away and almost decimating him with a powerslam. Berg goes for the cover himself.

Ref: 1………..2.Kick out.

It’s BD’s turn to power out of a cover, Berg looking unimpressed with his opponents resolve. He hauls BD up and brings him close, rocking the Liverpudlian with a series of headbutts that send Blue Dragon jelly legged. Berg follows the attack with a DDT, covering again…

Ref: 1……….2…….Kick out.

Dragon breaks the count once again and Berg retreats, stalking his prey before grabbing Dragon by the throat, showing immense strength to pull him up. Dragon throws a weary punch, Berg dodges running the ropes and coming back with a rib crushing spear!

RJ: That must be like being hit by a damned stampede!

MW: COVER, UDO MUST HAVE IT?!

RJ: Trying to finish it off early!

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

MW: How the hell did he kick out of that?!

Udo looks livid, once more grabbing Blue by the throat and effortlessly hauling him up…

MW: ICE…

RJ: NO!!! WHAT STRENGTH BY BLUE DRAGON, WHAT RESILIENCE!!

BD chops away the arm of Berg, who attempts a chokeslam but doesn’t account for Blue, who manages to fight his way free. He then drops Berg to the canvas with a Russian legsweep. He hooks the leg.

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

BD takes a few moments to recuperate before getting to his feet. Blue Dragon drags him to his feet and hits headbutts and punches on the big man in the centre of the ring. He then bounces off the ropes, hitting a clothesline. This doesn’t knock Berg down so he bounces off the opposite ropes, hitting a knee to the back. Berg lurches forward slightly, Blue Dragon then begins to lift up Berg...

RJ: No way...

MW: That didn’t just happen...

RJ: BLUE DRAGON JUST POWERBOMBED UDO BERG!

MW: How the hell did he do that?

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

Udo only just kicks out, Blue Dragon then rolls to his feet where he fires in a number of big punches. Berg falls into the ropes, Blue Dragon runs in at him...

MW: Back body drop to the outside!

RJ: Great counter by the tag team champion!

Berg rolls to the outside, waiting for BD to rise only for him to counter by pulling Berg down head-first into the announce table. Blue Dragon then climbs onto the announce before punching away on the head of Berg continually, greeted by loud cheers from the crowd.

He drops down eventually, he grabs the head of Berg before running and smashing it into the steel ring post. BD does this a few more times, before irish whipping the monster firmly into the steel steps. He then lifts up Berg, rolling him into the ring before going to the top rope...

RJ: Five star frog splash!

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

Berg forces the shoulder up. Blue Dragon waits for him to rise before hitting a leaping high knee tot he back. BD then bounces off the ropes...

MW: Spear!

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

Berg forces the shoulder up. Udo is dragged up by BD, he hits a big boot but it doesn't knock Udo down. BD runs the ropes going for another but this time Udo grabs the boot. He shoves it back before knocking Blue Dragon down with a big boot to the head.
Blue Dragon rolls to his feet and Udo hits him with a gorilla press into a powerslam. Cover.

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

BD Forces the shoulder up, Udo allows him to rise before whipping him firmly into the ropes.. On the rebound, Berg crashes a huge boot to the skull. He hooks the leg.

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

Berg gets to his feet, he clenches BD by the throat and hauls him to his feet.

MW: Ice-breaker!

RJ: DDT COUNTER!

Blue Dragon counters with a DDT, but he doesn't cover, instead waiting for Berg to rise...

MW: DEATHNOTE!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Tell me that didn't just happen...

RJ: It happened Michael! Blue Dragon beat Udo Berg!

MW: I can't believe it.

RJ: Fantastic win for Blue Dragon!

We once again find ourselves in the makeshift gym of the 6WF Hardcore Champion Austin Stevens, we join the champ stood in the centre of the ring wearing an old school WCW Raven t-shirt underneath a black hoody that has the 6WF logo over the heart, Austin adjusts the title belt over his shoulder before speaking in to the camera, a smug smile crosses his face as he begins to speak.

“So once again someone finds out that Austin Stevens doesn't make empty threats and that when you underestimate me, you end up getting your ass kicked...you see Crime Lord or whatever bullshit name you want to give yourself, I told you to treat me with a little respect but you decided to do things your way...you decided to underestimate me as a nothing, a nobody...as somebody that didn't deserve to step foot in the ring with a 'legend' such as yourself...”

Austin looks down at the belt before spitting on the floor

“...now tell me, how did that go for you?”

Austin smiles as CJ laughs in the background

“I'll tell you how it went boy...I took you and treated you like a little bitch because to me your accolades meant nothing and you might have got the DQ victory but what everyone saw was Austin Stevens slamming you head first in to the ring post, what everyone saw was you getting your ass kicked...what everyone saw was cause and effect...you see, you already had the match won in your head...you were going to 'teach me a lesson' and show me my place...well you fucked up son, you got cocky and paid the price...I hope everyone watching took note?”

Austin adjusts the belt again before looking in to the camera and speaking

“Don't worry though Crimey, you're not in my targets anymore...you're old news...you can go back to being the guy who isn't number one contender and having to deal with that fat piece of shit Vortex trying to suck your dick in your sleep...you make a cute couple, I hope I get an invite to the wedding...”

“...No...this week I come face to face with the TAW World Champion Mr Kenty...a man who some may say offers me the chance to prove myself against the best but we all know that I could beat Kenty and the world would turn around and look away like it never happened because that's the truth isn't it? The management...the 'fans'...the boys in the back...they don't want me to succeed...they want to watch me fail...to them I'm just some indie upstart who will never live up to the billing I've given myself...”

Austin pauses

“You can all deny it and say I'm paranoid but lets take a look at the facts...I walk through the doors and destroy two hardcore 'legends' and I get called a coward...I then beat them and show the world just how far I'm willing to go? Well then apparently I'm 'sick in the head' and shouldn't be part of this company...and finally, I beat two men who people claimed I couldn't and I become the hardcore champion? Well all of a sudden the hardcore division means nothing anymore...”

“Well I'm here to tell you this...to the management, keep setting me up for a fall and keep putting me up against your biggest names because before long...you'll realise that the titles around their waists mean nothing when up against an animal like me...to the fans? Keep doubting me and hating me and wishing I'll fail because it drives me to be the best more than anything else...the sight of your dumb fucking kids crying when I beat their heroes in to bloody messes is like heaven to me...and to the boys in the back? Keep telling me that the hardcore division isn't what it used to be and I'll agree because I'm not here to replicate the past and the former glories of what came before me...NO...I'm here to create a new vision of the hardcore division...I'm here to create a new vision of what the hardcore champion should be and I'm here to create a new vision of hell...”

“...6WF will never be the same again!”

The camera stops recording and the scene fades to black.

Main Event
Mr Kenty vs Austin Stevens

RJ: Welcome back to Lockdown, where it is now time for our MAIN EVENT!

MW: And what a main even it is 'Arj!

RJ: Another champion vs champion clash for you, this time involving one of our world champions.

MW: And he faces off against Hardcore Champion Austin Stevens.

RJ: But we also need to add into the equation Logan Kincade on commentary.

DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS PROGRAMME, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...”Edgecrusher” roars out around the arena. Logan Kincade steps out on to the ramp, the 6WF World Title clipped around his waist. He removes the belt and holds it high above his head as he strides down the ramp, Alex Walker following him down to the ring.

RJ: Good evening gentleman...

*Kincade just glares at RJ and Wire.

Alex Walker: Spoke when you are spoken to RJ, you don't want to be on the wrong side of Logan.

The stage begins to fill with smoke and the lights go down as a figure appears amongst the smoke, the lights go on as “Defective Breed” begins to blast out of the speakers. Austin walks down to the ring and rolls under the ropes before standing in the centre of the ring shouts out “Motor City Massacre!” making an M with his hand before pointing to the Hardcore Title around his waist.

MW: Austin Stevens has already drawn comparisons to you Logan, with his prowess in Hardcore matches and his attitude.

Logan: His radical behaviour is cute Michael, but that's all it is. Austin Stevens is nothing like
Logan Kincade. Stevens hasn't achieved anything in that division, he hasn't achieved anything in 6WF. Perhaps once he has proven himself to be more than some kid who runs his mouth and swears a lot then I'd give him the opportunity to face me, in a one on one hardcore match, when he'd soon realise that he has a long way to go to be even mentioned in the same breath as me.

‘Turn up the Trouble’ plays and the crowd explode as Mr Kenty bounds out onto the stage. He stops and breathes in the atmosphere, looking round and mouthing ‘wow’ before making his way towards the ring, slapping hands with people on the front row. Kenty slides into the ring, he then sits on the top turnbuckle facing his opponents.

RJ: Kenty truly believes he will be the Undisputed Champion, and I can't blame him for that. He was very impressive at Survival. What are your thoughts on him Logan?

Walker: What did I tell you RJ?

Logan Kincade: It's alright Alex, let RJ ask his little question. The thing about Kenty is that he is merely a man, just another wrestler. The latest in a long line of false idols, of golden calves that the fans...the sheeple.. worship. Because they are told to, Because they fail to grasp the greatness of Logan Kincade, they fail to realise that Logan Kincade IS 6WF.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

It’s the TAW World Champion Mr Kenty who steps up to the plate for his side, squaring off against newcomer Austin Stevens. They go in for the lock-up and it is Stevens who gains the advantage, pushing Kenty back into the corner. He goes for some quick shoulder thrusts into the gut but Kenty blocks, he then escapes from the corner before rolling up Stevens.

Ref: 1……………..Kick out!

He powers out of the pinfall, both men get to their feet and Stevens catches Kenty off guard with a flurry of punches. He follows that with a kick to the gut before lifting Kenty high into the air and dropping him into the mat with a delayed vertical suplex. The TAW Word Champion rolls up and walks straight into a Yakuza kick from Stevens.

Ref: 1……………….2……….Kick out!

Stevens gets to his feet, where he immediately starts stomping away on the head of the TAW World Champion. He then brings Kenty up to his feet, before going for a kick to the stomach. Kenty grabs it only for Stevens to hit an enzaguri kick, Kenty staggers around and Stevens bounces off the ropes before taking Kenty down with a spinning lariat. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1…………………….2…………Kick out!

MW: Austin Stevens is one of the most impressive newcomers I’ve ever seen in 6WF, he has no fear of anyone.

RJ: He’s got one hell of an attitude on him, but at the moment, his actions are backing up his arrogance.

Kenty drives the shoulder up, Stevens hauls him to his feet before throwing him into the ropes with a gutwrench suplex. Kenty rolls onto the apron where Stevens hauls him up, he makes the Motor City Massacre hand gesture, but this allows Kenty to counter by pulling Stevens down neck-first across the top rope. He then turns the tables on Stevens by putting him onto the apron and then hitting a spike DDT! Cover.

Ref: 1………………2………Kick out!

MW: You can’t waste any time in a match against competitors like Kenty, Stevens’ cockiness cost him there.

Kenty kips up to his feet, he waits for Stevens to rise before lifting him onto his shoulders. Kenty then runs forward, nailing Stevens with a rolling firemans carry slam. The newcomer staggers to his feet, Kenty hits him with a knee to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1…………………2…………Kick out!

Stevens drives the shoulder up off the mat, Kenty drags him up and then Irish whips him to the corner. Kenty sprints in, hitting a dropkick and Stevens slumps down, Kenty then runs in and hits a facewash kick. He holds the pose for a moment, then drags Stevens away from the corner before going to the top rope and hitting an imploding splash. Cover.

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

RJ: Kenty coming back into this one now.

Alex Walker: It's pathetic that it's taken him this long to take control of a nobody like Stevens. My client, the real world champion, would have this match finished by now.

RJ: You mean like he did last month when Stevens took him very close?

Logan Kincade: I'll let that one pass RJ, but next time I will take that microphone and shove it up your ass.

Kenty leaps up to his feet, he hauls up Stevens and hits a couple of big lifters into the chin. Stevens falls into the ropes, Kenty goes for an Irish whip but Stevens reverses the momentum. Stevens attempts a powerslam but Kenty blocks that, before countering with a powerslam of his own.

Stevens rolls up to his feet, Kenty kicks Austin in the stomach before bouncing off the ropes and nails a leaping knee into the back of the head. He hooks the leg.

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

The TAW World Champion hauls up Stevens, he goes for a face-first Russian legsweep but Stevens counters with a snapmare. He then nails a superkick into the back of the head of the kneeling Kenty. Stevens quickly covers.

MW: What impact on that kick!

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

Kenty forces the shoulder up. Stevens waits for him to rise, before hitting a couple of body blows. Kenty lurches forward, Stevens quickly takes him down to the canvas with a snap suplex. The TAW World Champion rolls up to his feet, Stevens kicks him in the gut and following up with a brainbuster. Cover.

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

Stevens gets up to his feet, he immediately starts stomping down on the head of Kenty, who rolls away towards the ropes. Kenty lies under the bottom rope as Stevens continues stomping away on him, breaking just before the 5 count. Stevens steps onto the apron, before running along and nailing a leg drop across the throat. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Impressive work so far from Stevens, who already claims to be the greatest hardcore champion in 6WF history...

Logan Kincade: Bullshit. That fucker isn't fit to lace my boots.

MW: Language please Logan, this is a family show.

Logan Kincade: Shut the hell up Michael, I'll say whatever the hell I want.

Austin hauls Kenty up to his feet, he hits a hard knee into the gut before lifting him onto his shoulders...

RJ: Sit-out powerbomb!

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

Kenty forces the shoulder up. Stevens lifts up by the throat, before nailing a chokeslam turned into backbreaker. Stevens then goes to the ring apron, he waits for Kenty to rise before springboarding in and hitting a knee to the head(ala Seth Rollins) and then covers.

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

Stevens lifts up Kenty in a full nelson, he lifts him into the air but he drops down the back and nails an inverted backbreaker. Kenty bounces off the ropes, hitting a dropkick to the back of the head followed by a running leg drop bulldog. Cover.

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

MW: Kenty needed that counter, Stevens looked to be getting close to finishing him off.

Kenty waits for Stevens to rise, allowing himself some time to recover as well. He then grabs Stevens by the head and this time is successful in sending him into the canvas with a forward Russian legsweep. He hooks the leg.

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

Stevens drives the shoulder up. Kenty drags him to his feet, he slings Stevens over his shoulders before running and nailing a gutbuster. He then goes up to the top rope before steadying himself...

RJ: Corkscrew senton!

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

Kenty stands over Stevens, waiting for him to rise. He sets up for the mic check but Stevens spins out. He then goes to hit Kenty's own move on him but Stevens is shoved away into the ropes.

MW: Kenty didn't like that!

Walker: He won't do anything about it, he hasn't got the balls, he's too busy trying not to offend anyone, unlike my client.

Logan Kincade: I can speak for myself Alex. But you're right about that one.

Kenty then runs in and sends Stevens flying over the top rope and to the outside with a big clothesline. Stevens rolls and bumps into the chair of Kincade, he leaps up to his feet, as does Walker.

Kenty steps down to the outside, waiting for Stevens to rise as Alex Walker berates Kenty.

Walker: What are you doing you idiot? You nearly injured Logan Kincade, you know the real world champion, the one who's going to take that belt from you and the one who's going to restore honour to that title.

Kincade is staring down at Kenty who looks on with a bit of confusion. Stevens pulls himself up using the ring table and is now face to face with Kincade. They go face to face, Stevens then pushes Kincade back.

MW: I don't think that was a wise move.

Kincade jolts forward and swings a punch, Stevens ducks and it clocks Kenty on the chin. Kincade smirks, only for Stevens to then start unloading on him with punches as the crowd cheer loudly.

RJ: This one has exploded, and the fans are loving it!

Stevens and Kincade are exchanging booming blows, Kenty then gets up to his feet and runs in at the duo, leaping on top of them and piling down punches into their head.

Kenty is shoved away, Stevens boots him in the head but Logan then runs in and knocks him down with a big clothesline. He picks up Kenty and smashes European Uppercuts into the chin, only for Kenty to respond with a kick to the knee, he then follows up with some big punches of his own.

Kincade stumbles back, Walker steps in front of Kenty but he barges past and continues punching away at Kincade, until Stevens runs in and takes out Kenty. Stevens starts punching away at the head of Kenty, who falls back into the time-keeper's area.
Stevens then turns towards Kincade but he has been passed the 6WF belt by Walker, Logan stares at Stevens who then swoops and grabs his belt. The duo stare out, Stevens makes the first move but Kincade ducks it.

Kincade runs up behind Stevens and hits a knee into the back. He rolls Stevens in under the bottom rope, before striding towards Kenty, but he too has the TAW World Title in his hands. He strides towards Kincade, who rolls back into the ring.

MW: This could get bad very quickly.

RJ: These three just want to beat the living hell out of each other.

Stevens is now up, he's holding up the hardcore title whilst Logan has the 6WF belt in the air and Kenty holds his TAW Title up.

RJ: A symbolic gesture here between these three...

MW: Trying to psyche each other out, get in their opponents heads...

RJ: BLUE DRAGON!

MW: WHAT THE HELL?!

Blue Dragon leaps out from the crowd, he rolls into the ring and Stevens turns around straight into a spear from BD. He pummels away on the head of Stevens repeatedly.

RJ: Now it's Blue Dragon who's sending a message!

Kenty and Kincade then turns towards each other and begin arguing, with Alex Walker leaping onto the apron to also get involved in bad-mouthing Kenty. Kincade shoves Kenty, who responds with a shove of his own, he then starts kicking away at his gut as both men drop their title belts and start going at it with big punches.

MW: HERE COMES ADAMSON!

RJ: THE THIRD MAN IN THE MATCH!

He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, he pulls back Kenty and then crashes a big blow into his head, he then starts punching away on Kincade in the corner, but he replies with a knee to the stomach and starts pummeling away on the back of Max.

Stevens and BD are rolling around on the canvas exchanging big punches, Kenty then rushes in on Adamson and Kincade, those three soon start brawling with each other as it spills back down to the outside. They are exchanging crashing blows all around the ringside area as Lockdown goes off air with the final scene being the mass brawl between Stevens, BD, Adamson, Kincade and Kenty.