6WF Explosion Results-9th July 2014

A video begins to play. The camera moves through a Churchyard, the sun shines brightly down in the tranquil surroundings. The sound of birds chirping fills the air as the camera moves along a gravel path towards the church entrance.

A vicar dressed in his daily robes walks into shot and into the church, the camera follows as the echo of his footsteps can be heard as the vicar stops to kneel and motion to Christ. He stands at the bottom of the line of pews as the camera swings round to show a hooded figure sat in the middle row. His head bowed, he can be heard muttering to himself.

The vicar walks towards the figure, turning to face him. The figure remains unmoved at the vicar approaches, placing his hand on the shoulder of the figure and taking a seat beside him. The camera pans round revealing the figure of a man, his head still bowed....

Vicar: Beautiful day to be sat in the house of god, son.

The man sighs...

Vicar: You seem troubled my child, is that why you're here? Do you seek solace in the Faith of our lord?

The man raises his head slightly....

Man: Faith? Funny word.

Vicar: Really? How so?

Man: The meaning of it. It seems so contrived. Having faith in a person. Believing in something. Believing in a person. Why do we bother, father? We do we let ourselves be taken in by falsities of others?

The vicar looks round the church...

Vicar: You seem like you're talking from experience?

Man: Experience? Yeah, you could say that. Not just one instance either. Seems like whenever i try and do right, whenever i try and be the Good Samaritan i end up on the wrong side of someone else issues. Why? Explain to me what's the point in being there for someone, when you're just gonna get trodden in to the dirt for it?

Vicar: Matthew 22, verse 36 through 400... Jesus spoke with the Pharisees and they asked... 'Teacher, which is the great commandment in the law? And Jesus said to him, 'You shall love the Lord, your God with all you heart, with all your soul, and with all of your mind', this is first and great commandment, and the second is like it, 'You shall love thy neighbour as yourself, on these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets'.

It's Jesus' will that we treat each other how we wish to be treated, regardless of how or why those trespass against us, son.

The man sits, rocking gently, clenching his fist....

Man: I don't buy it.

I don't buy any of it any more. Treat those as you wish to be treated. Why? What difference does it make? Who gives a crap anymore, huh? When someone wants to lash out, lay blame at your feet, where's the repercussion for their actions? Love thy neighbour regardless of what he does, it's bullshit.

The vicar its up sternly...

Vicar: May i remind you, that this is the house of god.

Man: Remind all you want, father. I came here for peace. To find solace in a place of worship. To find some reason to quell the anger burning within me, and i've found nothing. Just more false beliefs. Faith? Faith is my biggest problem. Faith is what brought me here. Faith is the cause of my burning anger. Faith is the cause of everything that burns within me. Faith, father, is the target of my wrath...

The vicar looks concerned as the man stands from the pew and looks out across the church...

Vicar: Son, whilst the words of the lord may not soothe your soul, his presence will guide you in the right direction; but, there is no way back from the dark place. If you can't put your faith in the hands of others, trust it in the hands of the lord...

Man: Sorry Father. Your words mean well, but the damage has been done. It's time to stop talking about faith. It's time to stand up and right the wrongs that have been written. It's about setting the record straight. It's about standing up for what you truly believe in, rather than living by the actions and words of a man who died for exactly what you sit there and preach about.

My trust in faith was long gone. What i needed to know was whether to let it go, chalk it up to experience and let it be buried in the past, or my own personal retribution....you've helped me see the light....

The man begins to walk away as the vicar rises and turns....

Vicar: Son, before you leave, i wish to pray for you. Pray that the lord has mercy on you and may see it in his heart of hearts to forgive your sins...

Man: Feel free, father...

The man turns to walk away....

Vicar: May i know the name of the man i must pray for?

The man stops, looking away from the Vicar he removes his hood and turns, smiling at the Vicar....

Man: My name.....? My name is Clarke James.

James nods and walks towards the exit. His footsteps echo across the church as the Vicar moves towards the front of the church. He takes a match and lights a candle before bowing. He kneels down as the camera begins to fade out...


Vicar: My lord...

The church becomes visibly darker as the Vicar continues...

Vicar: Forgive me for I have sinned.
Sinned for my lifes choices.
Sinned for the men I once followed.
Sinned for the man I have become.

Yet, here I kneel upon the steps of the lord and my eyes fill with contempt. Fill with hatred. Fill with vengeance.
Not for the lord.
For his disciples.
Those who choose to follow.
Those who choose to listen to the prophecies and ideologies of no more than a mythological being conjured out of the deluded and disturbed.

I kneel here as a man who has sinned against his master, for I was once one of these.
I was one a Clarke James, a Cameron Faith.....a Saint....

The man gets to his feet and stares up at the stained window as a chorus of voices echoes through the church...

Voices: We were all sinners...

The vicar derobes and reveals his orange trousers, his bare chest and bare feet as the camera swings round to show the pews filled to the brim with worshippers, all dressed the same, the familiar site of Cassius Zhi fills the church as the camera comes back round to the Vicar who places his mask over hus face....

Vicar: But now, in the church of the so called lord, we stand, ready, willing and able to re-write the pages of history.
Re-write the wrongs against us.
Re-write the wrongs against our master.
Let it be known and forever etched in history that on a cold, dark Wednesday in July, Chicago will bare witness to the greatest resurrection ever told.
For our master shall rise from the ashes and set about completing his work.
To take apart the corridors of power and leave 6WF a mere pile of rubble.

The camera begins to zoom in on the face of the Vicar...

Vicar: He wiil rise.
We will stand beside him.
For he is our saviour.
He is our guiding light...

The camera swings round as the Church doors burst open and a bright white light fills the room as the shadow of a figure becomes prominent. The worshippers turn on their pews, looking behind, row upon row of Cassius Zhi’s face the camera. They tilt their heads side to side in unison as the eerie, sick grin of Cassius fills the screen. The light fades as footsteps are heard in the church, the faces begin to turn back towards the vicar swings round to show is face...

Vicar: We are all addicts.
We are all Cassius Zhi.


The Vicar kneels down as the camera pans to the side and the feet of another man come into shot, his orange trousers visible as a hand is placed upon the shoulder of the Vicar as the scene fades to black.

"Here comes the boom" blares out through the speakers and the crowd cheer loudly as 6WF Explosion goes live to air with a huge display of pyrotechnics and strobe lighting. The camera pans to the commentary desk...

RJ: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to 6WF EXPLOSION! We are live from The United Centre, Chicago, USA! I'm RJ and as ever, I am joined by Michael Wire.

MW: Evening Michael, evening everyone at home who is joining us on Eurosport and Eurosport HD, or whichever streaming site you are using.

RJ: A huge show lined up tonight for these fans Michael, excuse the pun, it is going to be explosive.

MW: Two of the biggest match in 6WF this year take place tonight, as we see Austin Stevens and Blue Dragon face off in a buried alive match.

RJ: And then we have a Time Attack match for our Main Event!

MW: My favourite match in 6WF, I can't wait!

The camera looks for some 6WF related signs in the audience, but the majority of the crowd are holding up signs reading "CM PUNK","PUNK FOR 6WF" and "IF THERE'S NO PUNK, WE RIOT"

RJ: I don't think that will be happening!

Tom Ree is shown backstage in a dark t-shirt and jeans. The crowd react with boos to him as he looks confidently down the camera...

"Today it is time for lesson three. It's a lesson in history. I'd like full attention from all my pupils, this knowledge is imperative in your development.

The past week at Lockdown you all saw me, pinned. 1, 2, 3. Of course this was not part of the grand plan. Unfortunately, circumstances beyond my control need to be factored into this loss. My partner, John Doe, decided to channel his inner treachery and left me handicapped in the ring against the tag team champions. An act of the deepest betrayal, leaving a teammate alone in the ring. An act of unmatched cowardice however John has not done his homework. Tut, tut, tut, what a terrible student. If he had, he would know history is not in his favour. History is full of people who turn their back on their people, but it backfires. Revenge is usually had.

In the Ancient Greek war with the Persians in 480 BC the Greeks were betrayed by Ephialtes of Trachis. He showed the Persians forces a route around the Greek line only known to locals at the time expecting to be rewarded by the Persians for his troubles. However a reward was not presented and with a bounty on his head he was killed by Athenades. Even more famous, Judas Iscariot! A disciple of Jesus Christ, he betrayed Jesus with a kiss. All for thirty silver coins, he handed his leader and friend over to the chief Sanhedrin priests. What happened to him! Self resentment that led to him commuting suicide.

Betrayal will never ever lead to fulfilment. What John Doe did will not lead to happiness, not will it further his career. All he did was annoy me. Frustrate me. Make me have reason to want to hurt him. I will make my pay-per-view debut at Explosion and I will achieve success. John Doe believes that his amnesia makes him dangerous, I know it makes him weak. He can not feed off his past and emotions that would have made stronger. It will be his downfall this Wednesday. I will prevail. You will see. You will witness the personification of excellence. You will believe. You will learn. Class dismissed.

Ree smiles into the camera as the crowd boo and we head back to ringside.

RJ: Welcome back folks, tonight will see a huge Main Event, as for the first time in a year the Time Attack match returns...

MW: And what a match it could prove to be, ‘Arj. The peoples champ Mr. Kenty defends against Mr 6WF, Crime Lord, Vortex, Oko and the man who would be king, Max Adamson.

RJ: It’s certainly going to be a showcase, Mike, and in an unusual turn of events, this week saw Lockdown General Manager, The Saint, host a press conference between the 5 men, we’ll bring you exclusive clips throughout the night as we build through to the Main Event. Let’s take you to the start of proceedings...

The scene opens up in a exhibition hall, media representatives from all over the wrestling world are in attendance along with 6WF officials and a portion of 6WF fans, who are making most of the noise. The focal point of the room is a long table, where the five contenders for the Time Attack sit. The five men are sat quietly, Mr Kenty with the Undisputed 6WF World Heavyweight Championship sat in front of him. The atmosphere between the five men is tense.


To the right of the table stands a podium. A door to the right of it opens and there is an abundance of flashes of cameras as The Saint, dressed in a plain white shirt and trousers walks in. He stands at the podium and looks down the table at the five combatants and smirks as he clears his throat.

The Saint: Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you very much for attending this promotional event for 6WF Explosion. As you may know, I'm not one for the 'official' side of my role as General Manager but when we have a main event as big as this, I just had to take the reigns for this potentially fiery exchange. I took this job on so that I could make matches like this and put on the best possible show for the 6WF fans, and with these five men, I think we have an exciting blend to make this the best possible match it can be.

The Time Attack match has become a staple of the 6WF's wrestling calendar and it's a match that is fast paced, unpredictable and as I'm sure you'll all agree, is entertaining to watch. Having been a former competitor and winner of a Time Attack match, I certainly know what these five men are in for on the 9th July!

For those that don't know, the Time Attack match is 60 minutes long, the title will change hands every pinfall with the one that scores the fall becoming the 'champion'. After the 60 minutes has elapsed the man who was the last to score the fall will be declared the Undisputed Champion.

The Saint looks down the line once again at the five men.

The Saint: Now, there will be no structure here, I just want the five combatants to say their piece without being constrained by questions. Obviously I'm on hand to bring proceedings under control if they get out of hand...

The Saint looks to Max Adamson, who smirks.

The Saint:... But I want the five men here to really lay it on the line, state their case, tell you people, me, the world... Their opponents just why they think they're going to walk out of 6WF Explosion as Champion.

So, without further ado, I'll hand you over to the first of our five contenders...

(Johnny Oko goes to speak but is interrupted by Max Adamson)

Max: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Forget the question, I have a question of my own. Why on EARTH is The Saint hosting this thing? Could his ego not cope with being out of the limelight just a little longer? What exactly does this gain from The Saint hosting it? I'll tell you what it gains. Absolutely nothing. Michael Wire was all set to host this and he'd have been the perfect host, because Michael Wire wouldn't have been out here trying to make this Press Conference all about him. Michael Wire has the dignity to ask the questions then stand back and allow others to take the limelight.

(Adamson leans forward in his seat before continuing)

Max: Are you going to do that Saint? Are you going to ask Johnny Oko a question about Sushi and let him answer it? Or are you going to ask a question and then make your own witty comment, that little thing that The Saint does, to make him look like he's "still one of the lads", when the reality is you're here for the same one reason you came back to 6WF at all. To massage that ego of yours. There's a reason you went from car crash to main event Saint, because when that car was smashed to pieces, your impact was cushioned by your ego. This Press Conference is about the five men sat before you. This Press Conference is about the Time Attack match. This Press Conference is about the 6WF Undisputed Championship of the World. This Press Conference is NOT about The Saint.

(Adamson petulantly sits back, folding his arms, and has a look of disgust on his face)

RJ: Well, that could’ve got off to a better start...

MW: Nice to see Max taking it so seriously, we’ll bring you more from that press conference later in the show.

The scene cuts backstage where Kayleigh Reed is shown standing with James McManus and The Fanatic...

KR: Ladies and Gentleman, my guests at this time, The Parasite Killers...

*Crowd Pop*

KR: James, Fanatic, tonight you get another shot at the 6WF Tag Team Titles, after coming up short last time are you going to change tactics tonight?

JM: We don’t need to change tactics, Kayleigh. We had a plan last time and it didn’t come off, but this time we’re more experienced. We may have underestimated Visage and Udo, but I can assure you it won’t be the same this time. We’re coming back with those titles.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

KR: It must be difficult coming up against two opponents who in truth are polar opposites in terms of build?

James looks up at the towering physique of Fanatic and smiles back at Reed....

JM: I think we’re probably ok with that. It’s your classic ‘Big Guy’, ‘Little Guy’ combo, only this combo is ready to do whatever it takes...

The Fanatic reaches out and takes the mic from McManus. He stares down at it, clutching at it with his huge hands. He flicks his head back, clearing the hair from his eyes....

Fanatic: Udo, tonight, I unleash the darkness from within. Tonight, I destroy you. There is no place for two monsters in my world. One must perish. Your soul, your being will belong to me. Take note Udo, tonight....

Fanatic stares menacingly into the camera....

Fanatic: I.....vil.....break......you!!

The Fanatic begins to shake with rage as we head back to ringside.

Match 1

RJ: Up first, we have a clash between 6WF's two newest superstars.

MW: And already, there is a fair bit of animosity between these two after what went down on the last edition of Lockdown.

RJ: They get to settle those issues tonight on their Pay Per View Debut's!

Smoke fills the stage as 'Cochise' begins to play as Jon Doe appears on stage and looks out around arena, he tentatively takes a deep breath before making his way down to the ring, ignoring pleas from the fans to tag hands he rolls under the bottom rope and stretches against the rope bouncing off the second one an few times.

RJ: This is the man who left his tag partner high and dry last week.

MW: And as you can see from the crowd's reaction, that really hasn't gone down well.

"Successful" hits and the crowd greet the arrival of the teacher with a few cheers as Tom Ree makes his way out onto the stage purposefully, striding down to the ring and then stepping through the middle rope.

RJ: Where as, the fans seem to have taken more to the man who is on a mission to educate 6WF.

MW: It's good to have another intellectual around the place.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Tom Ree goes in for the lock-up but he is taken down to the canvas by Jon Doe, who connects with an STO. Doe then clambers onto Ree, pummeling away at his head with huge punches until the referee intervenes. Doe then bounces off the ropes, connecting with a running dropkick to the head. Doe covers.

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

Doe rises to his feet, he immediately starts stomping away on the head of The Teacher who rolls back into the corner. Doe then continues with stomps down into the head of The Teacher, before dragging him away from the corner and driving him into the mat with a DDT. He hooks the leg.

MW: Strong start from Doe!

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

Ree kicks out, Doe sets up for a backbreaker but Ree manages to counter with an arm drag takedown. Doe rolls to his feet, he runs in at Ree who drops him face-first into the canvas with a flapjack. Ree hooks the leg.

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

Tom Ree rolls up to his feet, he grabs Doe by the head and hauls him to a vertical base. He crashes a couple of elbows into the side of the head, before whipping Doe out across the ring. Doe uses the ropes to gain some momentum as he runs back in at Ree, but The Teacher nails him with a Samoan Drop!

Doe decides to roll away into the corner as he attempts to avoid the cover attempt by Ree. Ree follows him into the corner, where he hits a succession of huge punches until the referee intervenes. Doe stumbles forward and Ree nails a Ranhei. He covers.

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

Ree hauls up Jon Doe, he crashes some elbows into the back before flinging Doe into the canvas with a German suplex. He keeps the hold applied, dragging Doe back up and nailing a 2nd German suplex. Ree rolls up, hitting a third German suplex. He hooks the leg.

MW: Ree absolutely dominating this.

RJ: Doe being taught a lesson in Wrestling!

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

Doe kicks out, Ree rolls to his feet before leaping up and nailing a knee drop to the head. The Teacher then goes up top, Doe staggers to his feet...

MW: Diving DDT!

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

Jon Doe again kicks out. Tom Ree retreats into the ropes, waiting for Doe to rise. When he does so, Ree runs in...

RJ: SNAPMARE NECKBREAKER!

MW: That's known as The Last Lesson RJ!

RJ: Well, class is certainly over for Doe.

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Tom Ree wins on his Pay Per View debut!

RJ: And a hugely impressive display it was too.

MW: Doe will think twice about double-crossing The Teacher again after that display.

Ree gets to his feet in the ring, saluting the fans who cheer him.

RJ: Well what a start to tonight’s proceedings...

MW: It sure was a cracker, and a brilliant start to Tom Ree’s 6WF career.

RJ: He’s certainly stamping his authority on the roster, but up next a match that promises to be a classic as Project F.E.A.R take on the Parasite Killers...

MW: What the?

The commentators fall silent as the lights in the arena begin to flicker and the PA system kicks in as a distorted voice begins to boom around the arena....

VO: It has gone on too long....

The shaming of a name....

The degradation of a company....

The disgrace of a nation....

He is not amused. They are not amused. He promises that this time, things will be different. They will be united. They will be bound by honour. They will step forth from the shadows.

And he will walk with them.

His time is upon us.

Walk with him.

The lights flicker back on as the crowd are stunned...

RJ: What the hell is that?

MW: Who is it? Sounds like Samuel L Jackson hit the meth!

RJ: Ha! Folks, we’ll be right back after these messages.

Our scene opens in the make shift gym of The Complete Package Austin Stevens, the camera begins to roll focused on the 6WF hardcore title as Austin's voice begins to be heard from behind the camera.

Behold, the belt that Blue Dragon 'made'...the belt that Blue Dragon dreams about but sadly...the belt that will never be in his fucking hands again! You see Blue wants to talk about the past like it fucking means something but the truth is it doesn't...ironically...it's dead and buried...what matters is the fact that I am the present and future of this fucking thing...when people see this belt they might see Blue Dragon's legacy but soon they'll begin to see a change...they'll begin to realise that no matter how hard they cheer...no matter how hard they pray and no matter how hard they hope that I will continue to be the future of this belt...Blue wants to tell everyone he's the past of this thing then let him be it...let him rot with his legacy, let him use this belt to deflect from the fact that his world title reign was a bigger joke than his 'tough guy' act.

Suddenly Austin spins the camera around, the wall behind him is cracked and covered in dried blood, Austin smiles a sick smile before running his hand over the top of his head revealing his cracked and broken knuckles. Austin pauses for a moment before continuing to speak once again as the smile is replaced with a scowl.

You see, I have a history of being the best around the world but right now it's not about digging up that bullshit because I only have one goal...I'm going to take this title and shove it down the throat of every little cunt watching...I'm going to make this belt what it should have always been...despite what Saint might want...I'm going to make this hardcore belt the most brutal title the world has ever seen...you see I was taught if you believe something is worth fighting for...it's worth dying for...this 'belt', this possession...is worthless in anyone else’s hands...they'll take it and turn in to Saint's little PG title...FUCK PG...FUCK SAINT...FUCK BLUE DRAGON.

In my hands that belt is a message...it's a message that this 'business' isn't for sale and that if you don't like what you see then close your fucking eyes or get a grip...I grew up watching the greats like Terry Funk and Mick Foley...every night they damn near killed themselves and it was never really for the pay cheque...it was for the love of this business...I'm the same...you see signing to 6WF was never about getting that 'big money' contract or getting contacts...it was about coming to a company with a bullshit hardcore division and tearing this place in two.

Austin pulls the belt over to him placing it over his shoulder and smugly looks in to the camera

At Born In Fire I watched three men fighting for something that they truly didn't believe in...we had the “champion” Lucas Takeo who rolled over like a little bitch even though his career was on the line...we had Fanatic who had the chance to do something with the belt but the moment he lost it he realised he'd rather cosy up with another loser and go for a less physically demanding belt and then we have Blue Dragon...a man who would love to trick us in to thinking that he loves this division but he doesn't...he loves the attention, he loves the fame and he loves the idea that he's still relevant...it's pathetic.

Austin holds back and laugh and continues to speak

You know what the most pathetic thing is though? The fact that you can still claim that this isn't personal Blue...after everything you're still trying to act like I'm not in your head, you're still trying to act like I don't deserve this!? Really? You're a joke and you're too scared to admit the fact that I scare you...you're too scared to admit that those wins I hold over you are not flukes and they'll never been seen like that...

...I dropped you on your head and set Fanatic on fire...I speared you 20ft down and almost killed myself just to beat you...does that seem lucky to you? I did those things to BEAT you and I'll do much more at Explosion...the problem you seem to have is the fact that you're treating me like any other opponent while I'm making this match bigger than anything I have ever done...it represents everything that has gone wrong in the past 26 years of my life and it's time to put it to an end.

Austin takes a deep breath and smiles

Our match tonight is personal to me...you represent the demons I have run from since I was a kid and you might want to play off our match as a formality before you get to put MY fucking belt around your waste but for me? I'm going in to this match knowing that I might have to cripple you to keep what's mine...I'm going in to this match knowing that I might have to KILL you just to survive...I'm going in to this match knowing that I might finally get to die for something I believe in.

Blue, I used to think that suicide was weak...I thought it was the cowards way out but people have been telling me that this match is suicide and I'm risking it all for nothing but getting one up on some has been...

...They're wrong though...for the first time in a long time I am stood on the edge of that cliff looking down at a sheer drop and I have a smile on my fucking face...

...If I die, at least it's on my terms.

??: Are you ready?

?: I was born ready my friend.

Two shadowy figures are seen leaving a dark room, the one much larger man can be seen twisting his neck as it cracks and the smaller man is adjusting something around his face.

The two step out into the light of the hallway and we see that it's Project Fear.

Udo: So tonight it iss thee Parasite Killers jaa?

V: Again... Yes...

Visages boredom can be seen through his mask as he pretends to yawn and Berg laughs to himself..

Udo: Mein Friend, how do you prepare for a match dat you haff faught so so many times before..

Visage simply pats him on the shoulder..

V: As I say my gigantic ally, I was born ready... As where you, so come, let's go instil some fear into their hearts and souls... HAHAHAHaHaHahahaha........

Both men walk down the corridor laughing their way towards the entrance way....

Match 2

6WF Tag Team Championship

Project Fear(C) vs The Parasite Killers

RJ: First title action of the night up next here at Explosion!

MW: A rematch from Chaos, where Project Fear managed to retain the title belts in a tough, physical contest.

RJ: The Parasite Killers have shown some good form in the month since, and have had more time as a team, I think this could be real tough for Project Fear.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the 6WF TAG TEAM TITLES...

Introducing first...the challengers...at a combined weight of 442lbs...the team of James McManus and The Fanatic...THE PARASITE KILLERS!

“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 as the music of his tag team partner begins to play...

"Change(in the house of flies" roars out and again the crowd are mixed in their reaction as The Fanatic walks slowly out onto the stage. He walks down the ramp, where he meets McManus and slaps hands with him. McManus rolls into the ring and Fanatic clambers in over the top rope.

RJ: In terms of their styles, this is the team we have seen most similar to Project Fear. You've got the power of Fanatic and the more aggressive, unrelenting offence of McManus.

Mike Bird: And now...at a combined weight of 709lbs...the team of Udo Berg and Visage...they are the REIGNING AND DEFENDING 6WF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...PROJECT FEAR!

“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 staring his opponents down as “Crystal skull” blares out around the arena and Visage strides out, eyes wide glaring down at his two opponents. He slaps hands with Berg, the two storm to the ring. Berg climbs over the top rope to enter whilst Visage slides in. Visage and Berg then hold their titles above their heads, smirking as the Parasite Killers.

RJ: These two have been seriously impressive since winning the belts!

MW: The best tag team this company has ever seen.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: And look whose starting the match off!

MW: Battle of the giants!

Berg and The Fanatic lock-up. Neither gets the advantage, and they shove each other back before walking towards the middle of the ring and staring each other out. The two then begin exchanging huge blows in the middle of the ring. Fanatic is the man who gains the advantage. He fires in a series of headbutts to knock Berg back, before going for an Irish whip. Berg counters the momentum but Fanatic bounces back off the ropes and hits a leaping shoulder block.

Udo berg stumbles up, Fanatic kicks him in the gut and then hits a suplex into a Samoan drop. He hooks the leg.

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

Fanatic stands waiting for Berg to rise, the tag champ rolls to his feet and Fanatic attempts a belly to belly suplex, only for Berg to counter with one of his own. Fanatic stumbles up, Berg nails a boot to the head. Cover.

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

Udo waits for Fanatic to rise, he then whips him into the corner. Berg sprints in, going for a big splash and nails it. Fanatic stumbles forward, Berg kicks him in the gut and hits a DDT. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1.........................2......................James McManus breaks the pinfall!

MW: McManus saves it for the Parasite Killers!

McManus quickly leaves the ring as Visage tries to get in to go after him. Udo slowly gets to his feet, he drags Fanatic up off the floor and crashes in some big punches that again force Fanatic into the ropes. Berg then whips Fanatic out across the ring, on the rebound he connects with a big spinebuster. He hooks the leg.

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

Berg drags Fanatic to the corner, he then makes the tag to Visage. Berg holds Fanatic in an armbar hold, Visage leaps off the top rope and hits a stomp down onto the arm. Fanatic stumbles up and Visage hits a curb stomp on Fanatic. Visage covers.

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

Visage waits for Fanatic to rise, before hitting a knee into the stomach. Fanatic lurches forward, Visage follows that up with a series of big knees into the stomach. Visage then drives Fanatic face-first into the canvas with a forward Russian legsweep. He hooks the leg.

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

Fanatic again kicks out. Visage hauls him to his feet, he sets up for a DDT but Fanatic counters with a back body drop of his own. Fanatic then falls back to the corner, tagging in James McManus.

Visage runs in at McManus, who connects with an inverted atomic drop. With Visage lurched over, McManus drills him into the canvas with a piledriver. 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 then proceeds to boot away at the stomach of Visage until he falls back into the corner. McManus then tags out to The Fanatic, who steps over the top rope into the ring.

Fanatic hits a big boot to the head of Visage in the corner, before Irish whipping McManus straight into the tag team champion with a big splash. Visage stumbles out of the corner and Fanatic hits him with a backbreaker down into the cover.

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

Fanatic rolls up to his feet, he drags Visage up by the head and connects with a knee into the stomach. He quickly throws Visage into the canvas with a gutwrench suplex, the tag champion rolls up to his feet and Fanatic connects with a fireman's carry slam. Cover.

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

MW: The Parasite Killers are doing very well here, keeping the big man out of the game and making sure the in-form Visage can't build any momentum.

Visage kicks out, The Fanatic drags the tag team champion to his feet and hits a big uppercut. Fanatic then tags in McManus, who springs over the top rope into the ring. Fanatic whips Visage out across the ring, he hits a gorilla press slam and McManus runs in nailing a big European Uppercut as Visage descends back towards the canvas.

The pair then lift up Visage, hooking one arm each before connecting with a double brainbuster. McManus hooks the leg.

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!

Visage is lifted up by McManus, he lifts him onto his shoulders...

MW: SNAP POWERBOMB!

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

RJ: They're getting closer!

McManus waits for Visage, he sets up for a powerslam but Visage drops down the back and nails a reverse Double Arm DDT! Cover.

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

McManus forces the shoulder up, Visage then tags out to Udo Berg. They hit a double Irish whip, Berg then hits a back body drop as Visage then leaps into the air and connects with a reverse STO. Visage leaves the ring, as Berg hooks the leg.

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

Udo hauls up McManus, he grabs him by the waist before flinging him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. McManus stumbles up, he walks straight into a huge right-handed uppercut by Berg. McManus stumbles up and Udo nails a Gorilla Press slam into a Samoan Drop. Cover.

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


Berg whips McManus to the corner, he runs in going for a big splash but McManus avoids it. James McManus then proceeds to pummel away on the stomach of Udo only for Udo to grab McManus and simply shove him in the corner, where he proceeds to drive a series of shoulders up into the stomach.

Eventually Berg relents, he slings McManus over his shoulders before running out of the corner and hitting a muscle-buster like move. Cover.

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

McManus is allowed up to his feet by Berg, he then connects with a big hip toss. McManus rolls up and Berg hits a sidewalk slam, he makes the cover.

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

Berg drags up McManus, he sets up for the Ice-Breaker but McManus fights out. He runs in and knocks Visage off the canvas with a dropkick. McManus turns around, he ducks a Berg clothesline and swallow dives to tag in Fanatic.

He steps over the top rope, Fanatic nails Berg with a big boot to the head. Udo stumbles up, and Fanatic grabs him by the throat...

MW: Setting up for the Chokeslam...

RJ: NAILS IT!

Ref: 1........................2.............................

RJ: WHAT THE HELL?!

MW: NO WAY!

RJ: WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?!

MW: IT'S DOPANT ZERO!

RJ: THEY'RE BACK! THEY'RE BACK!

The bell rings to signal a DQ as Dopant Zero run down the ramp, Nogami breaks the pinfall up and immediately starts nailing roundhouse kicks to The Fanatic who falls back into the corner. Nogami continues with the kicks, whilst Tsukasa Yagurama smashes forearms into the head of Udo Berg, who has had everything taken out of him because of the match.

Visage leaps onto the ring apron, but Yagurama knocks him off with a clubbing punch to the head. McManus rolls into the ring, he drags Nogami away from the corner but he lifts a kick up into the groin. McManus lurches over, Nogami runs the ropes hitting a vicious bakatare sliding kick.

Nogami then hits three running dropkicks on Fanatic, who falls to the floor. Nogami goes to the top rope and then flies off, hitting the Nogami Splash whilst Yagurama drills him Berg with the Kunai Powerbomb.

RJ: Dopant Zero are back, and they have just ruined a fantastic match-up for the 6WF Tag Team Titles.

MW: But what a statement of intent they've made RJ.

RJ: But why do it now?!

MW: I don't know, but I'm sure we will find out soon enough. And it does make you wonder...where is their leader?

RJ: Folks, we’re back and we’re live and right now we’re gonna take you back to earlier this week and show you the second part of The Saint’s press conference for the Time Attack match...

Vortex is sat staring at Max...
Vortex: Why do you always have to act like a whining little girl on her period Max? Did daddy Saint touch you up a bit too much in the locker room?

Vortex turns to Max who is seething at him and tries to cut in.

Vortex: Oh no, I think we have heard enough of your wailing. Are you trying to compete with me on the obsession front? Because I really don’t think you would look good in a suit and Saint has yet to wear a skirt, even in another desperate attempt to get a pop from the crowd.

Vortex turns to the audience.

Vortex: These people certainly haven’t turned up to see the Saint show. Or the Max show. They’re here to stare at a new 6WF champion. The guy that can finally bring some backbone to the title.

He looks at Kenty.

Vortex: The more I hear about your activities outside this federation, the more disgusted I am that you even represent 6WF. Appearing on chat shows? Rubbing shoulders with the stars? Helping disadvantaged children? I am sure Max would appreciate the last one, but as for the rest of us……..Kenty……..your pandering to the fans makes us all sick. Where is the guts? Where is the bile? Where is the sort of reaction that made that title great? I can’t even say you have become soft Kenty, because you already were. A guy that would accept a slap round the face with a grin and a handshake. Or in Adamson’s case, a shake of something else…….

He grins as the audience murmur. He then takes a drag of his cigar and blows the smoke out.

Vortex: No smoking in public places? Sue me………

The flashbulbs go off as Saint looks more irate.

Vortex: You look at me in that way Saint? You look at me as if I am not worth your time? Fat farting teenager who has somehow got himself in the world title picture? Well remember that feeling Saint and I will remember that look. The 6WF belt is mine to take and the respect will finally be earned. So as the result is already beyond doubt, allow me to sit back and let you guys carry on arguing. I have a cigar to enjoy……

He sits back smoking the cigar as around the exhibition hall, many of the 6WF fans who are packed in, begin a loud and earth trembling "Kenty" chant as the superstars and Saint who are sat behind the long table begin to look distinctly bemused meanwhile Kenty smiles and chuckles to himself. Kenty is wearing a expensive grey three piece suit, grey trousers and black smart shoes. His hairstyle is still very short and sporting a clean-cut look. His baby blue eyes have a steel about them while his general demeanor is excited and cheerful. The media in attendance begin to take their photo's once again as Kenty reclines in his seat, exhaling loudly before taking a sip of water. Tapping the microphone infront of him, Kenty begins to speak.*

Mr Kenty: Well, well, well.... it seems as if the excitement from last week's addition of Lockdown in Birmingham has carried over from across the pond to Chicago! but one thing I would like to say before we kick this off... The champ has arrived. And has arrived in one of the greatest country's in the world, The United States of America!

*Many of the American fans squeezed into the center begin to cheer loud and proudly as the assembled media infront of the fans begin to search for more space. Another wild "Kenty" chant fills the exhibition hall as Kenty looks on shaking his head laughing to himself. Kenty attempts to speak once more.*

Mr Kenty: Can I ask you guys a question... have you ever noticed that every time we have one of these conferences, a superstar will come in through the back exit huddled by security and then they just grab a microphone and talk about the issues they have with the other guy or guys. Well, you know something... tonight I'm going to do the very same thing. Because I'm a little upset and frustrated about what's been happening the past few week's live on Lockdown! A tough few weeks if you will, we all have them... I'm not going to lie to you.

Mr Kenty: Last few weeks have been tough but they have been great. They all started off like tonight, you guys are excited, some of you are happy to see me, some of you are indifferent but that's okay. Lot of energy in the room! Just like right now! We are still relativley fresh of the heels off Chaos but there has been the identity crisis of Vortex, there was the whole Max Adamson vs the Saint drama and poor old Johnny Oko didn't know whether he was coming or going! in many ways, it has been a big old party.

Mr Kenty: But alas, like many party's every party has it's party poopers. And right after a match with Udo Berg we saw first hand the grand return of the "Zhi-lots" now many of you all here today, know about the "Zhi-lots" pretty intense dudes huh... the words they said a couple of nights ago on Lockdown were pretty tough to digest if you will. "Chosen puppet" "Plastic savior" those word's... they kinda hurt. But, looking at it from a different perspective... I guess that's what some of the guys in this press conference see me as.. so in that regard, your all party poopers!

*Max Adamson, Crime Lord, Vortex and Johnny Oko all look in total distain and bemusement at Kenty as Kenty chuckles to himself. Some of the crowd begin a "Your a pooper" chant as Kenty smiles out to the crowd. As the crowd simmer down, Kenty begins to speak once more.*

Mr Kenty: So, you can all considered the party officially pooped on. I guess you could say I brought this on myself with who I am and what I doing. Winning these titles you see before me at Chaos got me into the situation I find myself in today. But one thing is for sure... In my relentless pursuit of staying in the best shape possible and eating as much as I could to recover from the gym, one night I enter catering... and you could say I was particularly hungry. And in that sense, I may have eaten Vortex's dinner.

*The crowd begin to laugh amongst themselves while Vortex looks on shaking his head, his eyes filling with anger. Kenty continues to speak.*

Mr Kenty: I know, I know. Seriously, It was a accident. I do feel very bad about it, I set the guy back a massive meal. I apologise. And I also realise that I'm so out of line in eating his grub for the evening that I understand that the big guy has some pretty harsh words for me. And that's okay because all calorie free frustration aside do you guys have any idea how much energy it took for me to suplex Vortex at Born In Fire two years ago? I cannot replace that famous meal, But I can allow you to air your grievances! Allow you to be heard to the millions of fans around the world to hear your grievances and these fans in Chicago tonight!

*Turning his head from Vortex, Kenty looks at Max Adamson with a slight grin. Adamson refuses to acknowledge Kenty as the fans begin a "This is awesome" chant. Kenty then once again goes to speak.*

Mr Kenty: But, the great thing despite the grievances we have here tonight... we have a hall filled with number one contenders! and one guy who I feel particularly has plenty of grievances with me in particular is the "Thunder from down under!", Mr Max Adamson! I see it in your eyes though Max... I'm the guy that is ruining your life by holding the one thing you desire the most. But one thing I have to say is you need to get over yourself, Max.

Mr Kenty: You can blame all types of different factors about how you should be champion... but in the clear cold light of day, at Choas. You lost with Logan Kincade. How many years have we been doing this Max? How many years have we been chasing the same thing, How many events in our lives have we sacrificed to get to where we are today? How many cities, how many countries have we fought in and laid it all on the line. As I have said in the past, we have been through a hell of a lot you and I, and in some cases a very similar path to where we find ourselves in this moment in time.

Mr Kenty: Managers, girlfriends, Triple Threat matches, Time-attack matches, Gores, championsips, pain, sweat and tears. We have all shared it all... I even remember one time I compared Clarissa to the Aston Villa defence! I'm very sorry about that. And despite the months, the years we have been doing this despite everything, the reason why all the fans cheer for you or cheer for me they know everytime we are in the same ring, it's controversial. They know, we are always trying to raise the bar.

Mr Kenty: This little press conference, It's not about me. It's not about Max Adamson... It's not about Crime Lord, Vortex, The Saint or Johnny Oko. What this press conference is about, is the Undisputed championship. The greatest prize in this company's history. The championship in which you must look deep into your soul and squeeze each and every last drop out of your very being. All five of us know the risks of these matches... you can win the world. And you can lose the world... Robert Horry once said..."Pressure can burst a pipe or create a diamond" And I look at you all now... And I see pressure. The pressure as we get closer and closer to Explosion. Question is... who is going to be that diamond.

*Kenty places the microphone back down on the table as the crowd roar in approval. The Saint whispers something in the ear of a 6WF official as the camera returns to a medium-shot of the exhibition hall. Each superstar remains fixated, staring forward, unable to look at each other in the face. Kenty then takes a swig from his bottle of water before looking at his Undisputed championship belt

MW: You know, I wouldn’t usually; but I’m starting to see Vortex’s point, doesn’t Mr. Kenty make you sick? He’s just too damn nice!

RJ: Opinions are like arseholes, Mike, and after years of sitting next to one I can definitely testify to that! We’ll bring you more from that press conference, but up next, Jack Reynolds is backstage with Cameron Faith.

*The scene changes backstage where Jack Reynolds and Rasta are stood staring at a TV. The camera focuses on the screen to reveal the World Championship Debate*

Jack Reynolds: It's time like intel orotund to be part of 6WF, know what I mean Rasta.

Rasta: Yeah mon, Disya best, respekt to the rude bwoys out der ya know.

JR: emmm yes sure Rasta, This is what 6WF great though.

Rasta: Sure is mon, TV dont get better than dis.

???: Really? You think this is what makes 6WF great

*Both men turn to find Cameron Faith stood in jeans and a vest with the Freeweight Championship over his shoulder. Cameron glances at the TV before staring at the pair of them with a look of disgust and stepping between them to stand in front of the TV*

CF: You really think that piece of shit PR exercise is what people want to see. You are currently living In the era of the greatest Freeweight Title of all time and all you care about is a has been, an also ran and two never will be's. That's just sums up the disrespect I have to put up with around here.

The only reason they get to stand out there putting on that charade is because of Clarke James and Cameron Faith saving this company yet we are the ones treated like second class citizens. Clarke James may be willing to accept that but not me.

*Cameron grabs Jack Reynolds shirt by the neck and starts to drag him away from the TV as Rasta tries to break the two men up. Cameron let's go of Jack and goes face to face to with Rasta before whispering in his ear*

CF: How about you just disappear because I won't be as nice as Logan. Yeah rude boy.

*Cameron stares at Rasta for a moment before grabbing Jack Reynolds and continuing to drag him away until they are stood in front of a camera*

CF: Now Jack, how about you forgot that shit, do your job and interview a real champion?

JR: ugh, so it's no secret that you and Clarke haven't being seeing eye to eye recently,mis this match about more than the title

CF: Don't see eye to eye? Thats one way of putting it. This match is about respect, the respect I should be given as a champion, the respect I should be given as the saviour of 6WF, this match is about me teaching Clarke a James to respect his superiors.

JR: I'm not sure Clarke James sees you as his superior Cameron, in fact many bookies once again have you as the underdog.

*Cameron pushes Jack Reynolds against the wall and points to Rasta stood quietly next to the TV*

CF: I am the longest reigning champion in this company and you put me in the same bracket as that useless son of a bitch. Two weeks ago I stood over Clarke James crumpled in a heap proving who the better man is. This title makes me superior to Clarke James.


*Cameron takes a step towards and grabs Jack Reynolds who is cowering against the wall*


CF: Clarke James only ever attacks when my back is turned and you think that makes him a favourite. How about I show you the damage an underdog can do and then we reevaluate who the favourite is Jack.

Faith stands over Reynolds when a hand is appears on his shoulder...

CF: Let me guess?

Before Faith has a chance to turn he' spun round and tossed into the wall as Clarke James stands behind him. Faith lunges towards James who spins him round and grabs him, sending him flying into cluster of trash cans. James turns towards Reynolds and holds his hand out, pulling Reynolds to his feet. He brushes his jacket down and nods before gesturing for Reynolds to leave.

CJ: You were saying something?

James turns and smiles as Faith tries to pull himself up. James walks over and kicks Faith back amongst the sprawled heaps of trash....

CJ: Something about a crumpled heap? Funny, i didn't realise you could see into the future, Faith. Must be a horrible feeling knowing that tonight your reign as Freeweight Champ comes to an end. While you're down there, maybe you could give me a heads up on all the excuses you're going to come up with?

James kneels down and looks Faith in the eyes....

CJ: This match isn't about respect, Faith. It' about revenge. You see, respect is something that's earned, not given out on command. You talk about superiority like somehow you're better than me, like you're above me, like somehow the name 'Faith' puts fear in to me?

James leans in closer with a grin on his face...

CJ: You wanna know what i think about when i hear that name, Cam?

I wanna rock out the old leather jacket, pick me up a guitar and dance like nobodies watching!

*Crowd Pop*

CJ: Fear? The only fear i feel when i hear your name is which one of the security guards you're gonna trouble in the toilets. You're not an idol. You're not a champion to admire. You're a bottle of buckie, four cans of McEwans and twenty Rothmans away from where you should be in life.

Two weeks ago you had my number, i'll give you that. But tides have changed, Cam. I'm more focused. More determined than ever to make you eat your words.

You wanna walk round here acting the big 'I am', the playground bully. Well you picked the wrong man. You picked on Clarke James. I'm the true saviour of 6WF. I don't need the respect. I don't want the plaudits. Tonight, when the curtain comes down the name on everyones lips is gonna be mine. I'm not your average face. You're going to war with a true warrior and believe me it's gonna take every ounce of your so called superiority to put me down.

James leans away from Faith...

CJ: After tonight, it won't be about Faith. It won''t be 'You gotta have', it's gonna be oh ye of little, and when it's all said and done, the people will get what they want.... Faithless.....1,2,3!

James counts with his fingers and smiles before standing to his feet and looking over Faith

*Cameron scowls at Clarke as he gingerly pulls himself up to his feet. The two men stare off for a second before Cameron starts smirking as he picks up the Freeweight Belt from floor and slowly hangs it over his shoulder again*

CF: You may not fear me Clarke, but you should fear the things I'm willing to do to stay the Freeweight Champion. See you talk about fear like its a weakness but it's the fear of losing my title that makes me so dangerous. I have raised this title to new levels and it will be a cold day in hell before I let the likes of you degrade the prestige I bring to it.


*Cameron takes the belt back off his shoulder and stares at it as a smile slowly starts to spread across his face before he suddenly lunges at James pinning him against the wall. The two struggle for a couple of seconds before Clarke pushes Faith away. The two men glare at each other.

CF: See Clarke, despite what you think this has everything to do with respect, I am sick of being mistreated, I am sick of people thinking they can just walk all over me, I am sick of being ignored by the powers that be.

So you use that rage inside you, that need for revenge because I want you to be at your best, I want the Clarke James that challenged Cassius because once I destroy you it will be impossible for anyone to ignore me ever again.

Faith smirks at James and walks off, smiling.

Backstage the cameras catch up
With the Consultant as he walks with Johnny Oko, the two seen to be having a friendly chat about each others home life when they turn a corner the huge mass of Vortex is blocking a corridor.

V: Well this is very cozy isn't it Charlie?...

The consultant looks up and starts to panic.

TC: I, I, I... I'm just talking about.. Well I'm...

Oko steps in between the two me and he snarls at Vortex who's body language becomes plot more defensive..

Oko: You have a problem with Oko talking to An old friend? Our old friend?!

TC: your right there Johnny, I was a friend to you both, I was an advisor to the two of you. I was your manager and I saw you both like my sons, then ego got in the way, and you have split, you are now rivals, you now hate each other. And all because of Ego!!!

The two men look at the consultant in shock at his outburst, he simply looks them both in the eye and continues his 'telling off' like they are children.

TC: The two of you had everything, you are former tag team champions, you know each other inside out and you both can predict the others moves and reflexes with ease. You could have took this place by storm and you could have took everything you ever wanted, you had the fans on your side and you had 6WF management singing your praises. But Ego Got In The Way!!!

Vortex goes to speak but The Consultant cuts him off

TC: I'm not blaming you Vincent, I'm not blaming you Johnny, it's not your fault, it was always going to happen once something was missing from the consultancy.. You where a consultancy with no consultant. I left you, I got carried away with my conquest against Walker and I got carried away with bringing Saint in that I deserted you when you needed me most, and now I've got far too much on me to drop
It to save this.

The Consultant lowers his head.. As the others look on, slightly touched by his words..

TC: Guys, I'm sorry, I let you down. I broke you up without being there, infact it was because I wasn't there that this all fell apart. So I am truly sorry for that, but that's never going to go back to the way it was now. But I've got to ask you both one thing, let me give you one last bit of advice...

Oko places a hand on The Consultants shoulder

Oko: Charles, you can give me advice any time, you are still my mentor..

Vortex laughs to himself and turns to walk away.

TC: Vortex, wait! Just hear me out, then you can go and I'll never try to be a friend to you again... One last bit of advice for you, this match tonight, this time attack match, let just tell you. If I was your manager still, if I was still your friend Vortex, then I would say this. Tonight, you two are in a match with three other men, three men who have never been anything other than rivals, they have no idea of what they could do if they worked together, whereas you two. You where Tag Team Champs, you where the greatest tag team here for a long time. Imagine if the two of you worked together tonight. Imagine how easily you could take the others out and how much pain and suffering you could save yourselves... Be the consultancy one more time... Be the team you where meant to be.. Then after you've taken everyone else out, once you are the only two left standing, once no one else is able to get to their feet and stop you, then and only then... You settle this, then you can fight to find out who is the best man, and then he will be undisputed champion..

Vortex and Oko look at each other a pain on their faces as if they are torn, the Consultant hats both men on the shoulder and turns to walk off down the corridor as the scene fades to black.

Match 3

6WF Freeweight Championship

Cameron Faith Vs Clarke James

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

Mike Bird: Introducing first, the CHALLENGER... he hails from Westminster, England and weighs in at 214lbs...CLARKE JAMESSSSSSSSSSS!

he hails from Westminster, England and weighs in at 214lbs...CLARKE JAMESSSSSSSSSSS!

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.

RJ: Clarke James really hasn't taken too kindly to the way he has been disrespected by Cameron Faith in recent weeks, stemming from Chaos when Faith attacked him after the match.

MW: James might not have liked it too much but it has taken Cameron to a new level. Not everyone has to do what James wants them to.

he hails from Westminster, England and weighs in at 214lbs...CLARKE JAMESSSSSSSSSSS!

Mike Bird: And finally...he hails from Glasgow, Scotland and weighs in at 220lbs...the REIGNING AND DEFENDING 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...CAMERON FAITHHHHH!

‘I Fought the Law’ booms out of the speakers and the crowd descend into boos as Faith saunters out onto the stage. He glares down at James before holding the Freeweight title above his head with one arm. Faith strides down the ramp, he climbs up the steel steps and then through the middle rope into the ring.

MW: Tonight is the first chance we will see Faith on the big stage with his new, improved attitude. I'm really looking forward to seeing what he can do.

RJ: It's also the first real chance James will have had to get his hands on Faith since Chaos, in a match situation at least.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

James goes in for the lock-up but Faith ducks under it, he grabs James by the head and turns him around, before firing in some stiff forearms to the face that back James into the ropes. Faith pulls James down across the top rope throat, leaving him resting over there before stepping onto the ring apron, then running along and hitting a boot to the head. James falls to the middle of the ring, Faith sentons over the top rope and down onto James. He covers.

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

Faith grabs the right leg of James, he immediately begins driving it into the canvas. He then lays the leg down, before stomping away on the right ankle of his former friend. Faith then drags James towards the corner, where he then runs in and crashes a knee into the face of James. He slumps to the mat, Faith goes to the 2nd rope facing the crowd before leaping down and stomping across the chest of James. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Faith really laying into James early on here.

MW: I told you 'Arj, his new attitude is really paying off.

James kicks out, Faith lifts him to his feet and then into the air, before hitting a face-first suplex. James staggers up to his feet, he runs towards Faith who bounces off the ropes and nails James with a huge clothesline. He makes the cover.

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

Faith gets to his feet, he grabs James by the hair and goes for a bulldog but James manages to shove Cameron Faith away. He rolls up to his feet, this time running in at James who delivers a spinebuster. James quickly bounces off the ropes, dropping an elbow down into the chest. He covers.

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

Faith gets the shoulder up off the mat, both men spring up to their feet and Faith goes for a clothesline that James ducks underneath. He connects with a high angled atomic drop on the Freeweight champion before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a spinning wheel kick on the rebound. James quickly dives down into the cover.

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

Clarke James leaps to his feet, he picks up Faith where he crashes in a couple of big European Uppercuts that send Faith toppling back into the corner. James then sprints in, connecting with a leaping forearm. James then climbs his way up to the top rope, where he piles in punches to the forehead which the crowd cheer along to, booing when the ref forces James away. James steps away and listens to the ref, but then runs back in and nails Faith with an enzaguri to the head. He slumps to the floor and James covers.

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

MW: James taking a leaf out of Faith's book with that flurry of punches, a new found aggression in his offence tonight.

RJ: I think Faith has really pissed him off.

James rolls up to his feet, he allows Cameron Faith to his feet before throwing him into the ropes. Faith rebounds to the centre of the ring where James connects with a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker. He then heads up the top rope where he steadies himself before nailing a corkscrew senton off the top rope. He hooks the leg.

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

Cameron Faith forces the shoulder up, Clarke James lifts him to his feet in an armbar hold but Faith fights out of the hold and then drives James into the mat with a DDT. Faith then goes to the ring apron, he springboards off the rope and connects with a splash. Faith covers.

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

Faith gets up to his feet and then drags up James, firing in a series of knife-edge chops to the chest that back James into the corner. Faith continues with the vicious chops to the chest until the ref steps in. Faith shoves the ref aside, running in and nailing a running knee to the head. Faith clenches James by the head, running to the middle of the ring and connecting with a bulldog. He hooks the leg.

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

James gets the shoulder up, Cameron Faith hauls up James and slings him over his shoulders, then leaping into the air and connecting with a gutbuster. Faith then climbs to the top rope, he dives off and connecting with a frog splash. Cover.

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

Faith hauls up James, he drops a number of knees down into the right arm of his old foe before lifting him to his feet. He connects with a suplex, keeping the hold applied and rolling to his feet, connecting with a 2nd suplex. Faith gets up and puts James into a suplex position, but then drills James to the mat with a brainbuster.

MW: There is that vicious side of Faith once again.

RJ: Some would say rearing it's ugly head again, many preferred Faith with his old attitude.

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

James drives the shoulder up, Faith lifts him to his feet and connects with a backbreaker. He then attempts a neckbreaker but James blocks, he spins out and lifts Faith onto his shoulders, he then connects with a Samoan Drop. James covers.

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

Clarke James lifts up Faith, he whips him out across the ring and connects with a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker on the rebound. James then runs the ropes, hitting a plancha down onto the Freeweight champion. Cover.

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

Faith forces the shoulder up, James goes up to the top rope. Faith stumbles up and James launches off the top rope, taking him down with a clothesline. James stands waiting for Faith to rise...

RJ: James setting up for Faithless on Faith...

MW: Blocked...Backbreaker/neckbreaker combo!

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

James just about gets the shoulder up. Faith drags up Clarke James, he goes for an Irish whip only for James to reverse the momentum. He sends Faith to the corner, he climbs up to the top rope and springboards over the top of the on-rushing James. He turns out of the corner...

RJ: SUPERKICK!

MW: That's it!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...the winner of this match by way of PINFALL and STILLLL 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...CAMERRONNN FAITTHHH!

RJ: Faith retains the belt!

MW: A fantastic contest, but Faith has pulled it out of the bag when it really mattered.

Faith cockily walks around the ring, holding his title above his head.

Dylan 'Truth' Armstrong is backstage, looking at the camera.

DTA: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Dylan Armstrong and I'm the 6WF European Champion.

It's about time this company, had a young, up and coming superstar holding one of it's titles. Someone who is able to bring prestige to the belt and not just treat it as a hot potato, as a stepping stone to reach the higher echelons of this company.

That, ladies and gents, is exactly what Mike Hill views this belt as, a means to an end to keep himself in the limelight. To keep himself just a touch relevant, he's set himself an unattainable goal in trying to win this title, I hold so dear. I wouldn't even entertain the thought of defeating me Mike, don't even kid yourself that you're in my league.

Because you're not.

Your time has been and gone, Mike. My time is just arriving.

I'm going to show you up as being the redundant, spare part that you know you are!

And that's not me feeding the hype machine, Mike. It's not me trying to convince myself that I can beat you. Pure and simple Mike, it's the truth.

The scene changes to the Time Attack press conference. The camera shows a visibly angry Vortex as The Saint stands and looks towards Johnny Oko...

Saint: Anything you would like to add Johhny?

Oko rolls his eyes and lets a chewing gum bubble pop in front of his mouth. He gives Saint a pissed off look before gazing across the crowd.

Oko: Press conferences are an example of what Oko has been saying these past few weeks. That the gaijins of 6WF need to talk......and talk.......and talk.

He looks toward Vortex who is still smoking his cigar.

Oko: Oko is surrounded by fools who chat big, but fail when confronted with anything that needs physical action. Oko's ex tag team partner failed last week after telling us all that Fanatic was going to suffer the worst beating of his career. And yet Oko saw and laughed how Vinnie ended flat on his back after a chokeslam. No need to talk any more. His action proved everything Oko says. Oko beat the current Freeweight champion as if he was nothing, all the while Oko saying very little beforehand. This is what works for Oko......contract obligations or not!

Oko gives Saint an angry look. He then opens another piece of chewing gum before looking at Adamson and then to Kenty in turn. Oko casually puts his feet up on the desk and starts chewing.

Oko: You want Oko to join in some petty squabble while you thrust your chests out to prove how good you are? You want Oko to speak louder than all of you can crow? You want Oko to lower Oko's talent down to your level to make watching audiences happy? Seriously?! Oko hears the cheers of the fans because they understand Oko is nothing they have ever seen before. A man with huge ability and who refuses to play the usual 6WF games. That is what Oko brings to this match. Something talented. Something fresh. Something not to be underestimated. That is what the people are crying out for Kenty-san. Not more speeches from you........but destruction of opponents silently but deadly. Oko is here only because he had to be. Oko doesn't have to conform with what should happen though. That is the same for the Time Attack match. People saying Oko shouldn't be involved. People saying Oko has no chance of winning. Well.......Oko say this. Oko doesn't listen to what should happen. Oko makes things happen. You all better remember that when you allow your back to be turned on Oko this Wednesday....
Mr Kenty: Well, no wonder we have no air to breathe in the Exhibition hall with all the smoke! second hand smoking isn't a choice, just remember that big guy!

*The crowd laugh and cheer slightly while some fans have become bored of Mr Kenty in Chicago. Vortex sits unmoved, continuing to smoke away as he refuses to look at the champion. Kenty turns his head to look at Vortex and Johnny Oko down the table, a steely demeanor now across his face. His blue eyes focused and serious for the first time at the conference.*

Mr Kenty: See, this is what the people have come here for. Controversy, entertainment! you caught me off guard a little with I don't matter big guy. But that's okay! but listen to this. Look at the crowd in attendance here in Chicago! Vortex, you have made these people go crazy and that is what I love to see. For weeks now, you have made the 6WF world go absolutely crazy with your obsession with a man who is sitting just a few inches away from you. That man happens to be a legend of this company, and his name is Crime Lord!

*The crowd cheer warmly while again some fans boo at the mention of Crime Lord. Crimey continues to look distinctly unimpressed as he continues to look longingly at the championships infront of Mr Kenty. Unable to look at any other superstar or fan in attendance. Kenty then raises the microphone to his lips again.*

Mr Kenty: I mean, this guy has done it all! Future 6WF legend member, without question. Headlining Born In Fire, been there done that and got the shirt. A superstar that has walked into all different kinds of matches and barbaric situations and came out smelling of roses. I consider Crime Lord to be in my eyes, one of the biggest influences for any up and coming superstar in this business to aspire to be like. He may not care what I think or appreciate me as a champion, but that's okay! But here's the thing...

Mr Kenty: With all the success, all that acclaim and all that power. Their is nothing for a guy like that to be angry about. Because, I'm sure he is doing just fine right now. Yet, if he looked at me right now, he would just bubble up with anger and flips out. He would get so angry and why? because, i'm not the traditional six foot five, two hundred and seventy pound monster holding the title. Because, I show passion, respect and loyalty to those who have brought me to this point. Because, I tie my shoes wrong... But that's okay. Like Crime Lord, you also have an issue with me being champion.

Mr Kenty: Your not going to make fun of the way I dress or the way I wrestle in that ring because I believe your above that. But your issues stem from those of the critics. The many fans even here today who see me as a phony. You think maybe I'm a "Product of the system" maybe that I'm a little too "PG" for you, that I follow what the company expect of their superstars. Also that I'm just a modern day super hero that will always be around to save the day, clutching the mighty microphone from the sky and saving the day! But this is where I hit you with some truth, Vortex...

Mr Kenty: Crime Lord.. is a legend. And he has his legions of fans around the world. Those Hardcore 6WF fans who have watched this company grow and grow for nearly a decade. And I could try my hardest to talk smack with Crime Lord, to battle back and forth with Crime Lord... I will never win over those legions. And you, also, Vortex have your fans. And no matter what I could do, I would never appeal to them. I could "Increase my workrate" I could maybe "Let my heel persona shine through" I will never win over those people.

Mr Kenty: What you said earlier, a interesting point... that I "Don't matter" I originally was offended by those words when they first hit but then on reflection I thought to myself... Mr Kenty is loved. Mr Kenty is also hated...Yours truly, is perhaps the single superstar that provides such a polarized opinion among the fans. Listen and look around now...

*The crowd become very vocal once more and rowdy as a mixed reaction for Kenty hits the exhibition hall. Vortex looks on with a evil smirk as his eyes look on in dis-contempt at the people. Kenty then continues to speak.*

Mr Kenty: I could just say my name and it would bring up such a ferocious, heated response. And you in that comparison were absolutely right. I don't matter to those voices who boo me out of buildings and arena's. There are so many fans here in Chicago right now and across the world that hate me. Just like what probably Crime Lord thinks of me, every-time I run down that ramp those "PG vibes" come rushing out of my system and people just see it and they ooze hate. However, those are the people I'm not concerned with.

Mr Kenty: I'm concerned with the people who support me. I'm concerned about those fans who walk into 6WF shows across the world, wearing my shirts and waving their signs in support of me. I'm concerned with those who have been loyal and have respect for me and know, no matter what I will never let them down. I will not give up on them, through thick or thin or indifferent. Those fans and the those people are the ones I care about!

Mr Kenty: And Vortex... there is nothing phony, boring, tedious or lifeless about that. You speak your mind and you throw a lot of stones but in reality you live in a glass house. Because with your obsession with a 6WF legend you became so wrapped up in bitterness, rage and anger that you became something you always feared you would become and that's a sellout. You sold yourself to the devil and lost probably the closet ally you had in this business, I'm looking at you Johnny.
You wanted to elevate yourself to that next level where, your face would be on posters, your name up in lights... hell, even on protein bars. And I for one would buy a Vortex protein bar!

Mr Kenty: But now... your trying to come across as someone trying to "Rebel against the system" Someone who speaks their mind and couldn't give a damn about the consequences. You wan't phony, boring and tedious... look in the mirror kid.

*The crowd go wild at Kenty's words while some section of the crowd begin too boo and taunt the champion. Kenty then clears his throat once more before looking at the chilled out and relaxed Johnny Oko who is also looking out into the distance, in his own world.*

Mr Kenty: Actions speak louder than words, I guess for you then, Johnny. I respect that... But I wan't you to know, I respect you as a competitor. You didn't get into this situation on a whim nor on favor. No, you earnt your shot at the 6WF undisputed championship... You are here on merit. And on merit... nobody and I mean nobody is going to take you lightly, Johnny. I'm certainly not going to take you lightly.

Mr Kenty: You and I have a lot in common, we probably would never see eye to eye or share Christmas cards! but the fact you wrestle with fans around the world questioning you and critiscing you on a daily basis... I can relate. I can relate well, and that is where I respect you. Because It takes a lot of guts, a lot of nerve to go into that squared arena and fight and claw to prove those people wrong.

Mr Kenty: But, I'm not hear to massage ego's. What I'm saying is that at Explosion, nobody is turning backs on you. You have been a champion here in 6WF and for that reason in my eyes, your as tough as Max Adamson, as ruthless as Crime Lord and as strong as Vortex. The dark-horse in this match... perhaps. But in this situation Johnny... It's every man for himself. No Consultant... no Vortex. Your on your own kid. And in this environment for the first time... Good luck.

*The crowd once again share a hugely vocal response as Kenty's words echo through the Exhibition hall. The flashbulbs amongst the media once again go off as the superstars continue to sit in their chairs. The Saint looks slightly less nervous as he heads back onto the podium to speak once more.*

Saint: Would anyone like to add on the remarks made by our Undisputed champion?

*The superstars sitting along the table share an uneasy few seconds staring at each other...

We return from a highlights package of the Time Attack match Press Conference to The Saint sat at his desk, looking at his laptop screen. He looks irritated as the camera zooms out to reveal The Consultant sat opposite him. The Consultant watches The Saint studiously before clearing his throat.

TC: Well, it certainly was a... Combustible press conference, wasn't it Saint?

The Saint grunts his acknowledgement.

TC: Checking the security footage again?

The Saint: Bingo. Just making sure that that lunatic Kincade hasn't tried to blag his way into the arena. Something tells me he's not too impressed with his punishment.

TC: And The Zhilot's?

The Saint looks at The Consultant.

The Saint: What about them, Charlie?

TC: Well, you know, we need to be vigilant, they pose a very obvious threat...

The Saint: You know what Charlie, considering that I instructed you to manage this whole Zhi thing, you've been awfully quiet about it recently. Are you sure there's something you're not telling me?

TC: Well the investigation is ongoing, Saint...

The Saint: Well it's been "ongoing" for the last few weeks... I don't appreciate being lied to, Charlie, just remember that. If I find out you've been involved in any of this, you'll be lying in the wreckage of that desk faster than you can say P45!

TC: Saint, listen to me...

The Saint stands up, clearly wound up.

The Saint: No. YOU listen Charlie!

I am sick and tired of people around this place running their mouths about me and the job I'm doing and not taking me seriously! They seem to think that just because I do my job behind this desk rather than in that ring that I've become a soft touch and that I'm not afraid to walk up to whoever the fuck I like and slap a Divine Intervention on their ass. I'm still that man Charlie, signing off cheques, keeping the company afloat and putting on shows like tonight don't change that!

I put on that Press Conference for the Time Attack to give all five competitors a chance to say their piece, to lay down the gauntlet, to electrify the fans and really showcase what 6WF is about! And do you know what we get instead? Five pissy little kids, acting like they should've been in a creche! They were an embarrassment Charlie, a class A, fucking embarassment! Those five don't even deserve to be headlining this PPV, hell, they don't even deserve to have been flown out here after how they acted.

And yet, apparently, it's all about The Saint. I wanted to give my glistening, huge ego a bit of a rub and be there myself. I had to stand there whilst they made a fucking mockery of the work put into this show and stand by and have my character ridiculed because they didn't have the intelligence to hype up their own fucking match!

Believe me, Charlie, if I wanted to make all of this about The Saint, I'd happily put myself in every title match, pay every ref to let me win and the product would still be a hell of a lot more interesting than a Mr. Kenty ass kissing monologue! Do you know how many levels of Candy Crush I completed whilst listening to that boring ass hole speak? Three hundred and fucking twenty. And that was the first one on it's own!

If this company was really all about me, it'd be a hell of a lot more entertaining than Johnny Oko. I mean honestly Charlie, had you plied me with three grams of coke when you suggested chucking him in to the match? Erratic, you said. Unpredictable, you said. Brings something new, you said. Charlie, the guy is as dull as dishwater, the only remotely interesting thing he did was kick that podium over and you can bet your ass that he'll be paying for that too!

But hell, I'm doing him a disservice, because I'd much rather watch Johnny Oko rather than listen to that fat piece of shit, Vortex. I mean, honestly Charlie, what did you see in either of these guys? A man who's only become a tiny bit interesting because he had his ass handed to him by Crime Lord. All of a sudden, he's playing this realist vibe, trying to acknowledge wall number four. Does he not know he's about the eighteenth person to try that tack?!

The Saint looks at the camera saracastically.

The Saint: Hey Hobo, how's Lord Ho of Bo doing?!

He looks back to The Consultant.

The Saint: There's nothing 'real' about Vortex apart from a misspent youth playing with Ronald McDonald, The Hamburglar and being inappropriately touched by The Colonel! Oh, and cholesterol. Bad cholesterol.

And then there's the supposed "GOD" of 6WF, Crime Lord. Hell, I guess he has a point... I mean, he is omnipresent, eternal...ly dull! A man who's been here so long that the 6WF pension plan has been sucked dry! Sorry Charlie, I forgot to mention that we had to cancel your dental plan. But Crime Lord, the only man to last a Time Attack match without being pinned or losing his title at any point. It's an impressive feat, admittedly but the man's just a parody of himself nowadays, he looks lazy, arrogant and I hate to say it, but all he's got nowadays is listing the things he used to do, used to have.

But then we've got the crowning cherry on a shit cake of a main event. The Incredible Sulk, The ripple from down under, the undisputed jackass that is Max Adamson! The cheerleader in chief, the man who seems to have an obsession with running his mouth against me! Apparently, the best wrestler to never have won the 6WF Championship. But there's a reason for that, after all. The man just isn't good enough, whether it's trying to be a rubbish comedian or trying to play the serious card, the man is just generic. He's like herpes, let that shit spread and it'll get everywhere! And unfortunately, somebody didn't use contraception because 6WF is riddled with Max Adamson. Well, mark my words Charlie, if he thinks I have a vendetta against him, he's got one because as far as I'm concerned, whilst I sit behind this desk, Max Adamson won't be The Undisputed World Champion.

None of these five men have shit on me! I did them a favour by not adding myself into the match! Because even half of The Saint dwarves all five of them!

The Saint breathes heavily as The Consultant just looks on...

TC: Well, you obviously had a lot on your chest...

The Saint: Well, we don't want this show to be all about me now, do we?!

TC: I'll errrmm, get us both a drink.

The Saint returns to his desk.

The Saint: You do that Charlie, shut the door on your way out.

The Consultant leaves the room and the camera fades as The Saint resumes looking at the computer.

Jack Reynolds is stood backstage with Mike Hill....

JR: Ladies and Gents, tonight, Mike Hill will face Dylan Armstrong for the European Title at Explosion, a re-match from Chaos, Mike can you give us your thoughts on the match?

Mike Hill: So here we stand, the United Centre, Chicago in front of the best fans in wrestling...

*The crowd cheer and Hill grins at the cheap pop

Mike Hill: Tonight, you are in for a real treat. You are going to see Mike Hill finally end the reign of Dylan Armstrong as 6WF European Champion. Mike Hill is going to show up Armstrong for the liar that he is. Mike Hill is going to move one step closer to making history, and in doing so, restoring some prestige to the 6WF European Title.

Before Mike Hill came out here and took in the adulation of the tens of thousands of fans who came to see Mike Hill and chant his name, he had a quick read of the dictionary. Mike Hill was only looking for one word and he found it quickly enough. That word was truth. Dylan Armstrong says he speaks the truth, Mike Hill thinks that Dylan Armstrong doesn't have the first idea of what the real truth is. So let Mike Hill enlighten you Dylan, the dictionary of truth is as follows; "That which is in accordance with fact or reality."

Now Dylan, Mike Hill thinks you are pretty damn out of touch with reality so Mike Hill is going to begin your reality check right now and it is going to end tonight with you lay flat on your back, staring up at the lights whilst Mike Hill stands over you, European Title aloft, RJ going mad on commentary and this crowd chanting Mike Hill's name over and over, just like right now...

Crowd: Mike Hill! Mike Hill! Mike Hill!

Mike Hill: The reality is Dylan, you've ducked and dived your way to winning and keeping that title. You got a title shot by constantly taking cheap shots and blindsiding James McManus. You fluked winning the title belt and then at Chaos, when Mike Hill was kicking your ass all over the arena, you low blowed The Next Big Thing and then ran away.

You claim to be a fighting champion but you didn't want to give Mike Hill a rematch. Again, you blind-sided Mike Hill on Lockdown just before Mike Hill had a match, just to try and give yourself some kind of edge but all you've ended up doing is pissing Mike Hill off. You really didn't want to do that. Mike Hill just saw this as business, as one of the two titles Mike Hill needs to complete the Grand Slam. But with your little attacks, and the lies you've been spouting about Mike Hill, you've made this personal.

Now instead of just beating you, Mike Hill is going to take you apart. The moment that bell rings, Mike Hill is going to out-wrestle you. Mike Hill is going to be methodical, systematic and just downright brutal. Mike Hill is going to show you up and embarrass you, not only will Mike Hill take that title belt from you, Mike Hill is going to make you want to go home and never show your face in this company again. Just like Mike Hill did to Thunder, and to countless others.

The truth is Dylan, you are a coward. The truth is that your title reign is coming to an end. The truth is you are a liar. The truth is, Mike Hill is already a legend, Mike Hill is already bigger and better and more successful than you will be. But ultimately Dylan, the one truth that is going to come to the fore at Explosion, is that you just aren't up to STANDARD! Mike Hill is just too GOD DAMN GOOD for you!

Crowd: HILL! HILL! HILL! HILL! HILL!

Hill smiles into the camera as we head back to ringside.

RJ: Another rematch from Chaos up next here for you here in Chicago!

MW: A completely undeserved rematch though RJ, Mike Hill is very lucky we have a European Champion so open to giving people 2nd chances.

RJ: Hill won last month at Chaos, but it was by disqualification, meaning that DTA kept the title belt. And he really didn't want Hill to get a rematch, that's obvious for everyone but you to see Michael.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the 6WF EUROPEAN TITLE!

Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Malvern, England and weighs in at 220lbs...MIKE HILL!

"The Next Big Thing" blares and the crowd cheer as Mike Hill walks out on to stage, he looks around the arena and acknowledges a portion of the crowd who cheer. He then swaggers down the ramp, rolling in under the bottom rope and the climbing the turnbuckles to motion a belt around his waist as pyro's go off at the top of the stage.

RJ: Hill really wants this title, it's the one glaring omission from his CV.

MW: Well he is going to have his work cut out winning that title.

Mike Bird: And now... weighing in at 225lbs, from hope...the REIGNING AND DEFENDING 6WF EUROPEAN CHAMPION...DYLAN "TRUTH" ARMSTRONG!

‘Gimme Some Truth’ by John Lennon plays out through the arena and the crowd boo as Dylan Armstrong strolls cockily out into the arena, the European Title hanging from his shoulder. He looks out across the arena with a confident, assured grin before heading towards the ring...

MW: Hill's going to have to face the truth, he won't be adding that European Title to his resume whilst DTA is champion.

RJ: Armstrong hasn't exactly been in great form as of late.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

DTA and Hill go in for the lock-up. Hill forces DTA down to one knee, he then goes to pick up the European Champion but DTA hits a big uppercut into the chin. Hill falls back, Armstrong runs in at the Next Big Thing and takes him down with a head-scissors. Hill rolls up and DTA connects with an STO, driving the back of Hills head into the canvas. He hooks the leg.

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

Hill forces the shoulder up. Armstrong quickly synchs in an armbar on the former world champion. Hill gets to his feet, DTA goes for an arm drag but Hill blocks before countering with an arm drag of his own. Armstrong rolls to his feet, he runs in at Hill who takes Armstrong down into the mat with a bridging belly to belly suplex.

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

Armstrong is the man who gets the shoulder on this occassion. Hill drags up Dylan by the head, he quickly hits him with an inverted atomic drop. Hill then bounces off the ropes, hitting a spinning heel kick on the European Champion. Hill quickly hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Hill taking charge of this one early on.

MW: He said he wanted to dominate and embarrass Armstrong like he did to Thunder, but I just can't see him being able to do that.

Hill rolls to his feet where he stomps away on the head of DTA repeatedly, who falls back into the corner. Hill continues to stomp a mudhole into the head of Armstrong until the referee steps in. The Next Big Thing steps back, Armstrong pulls himself up using the ropes and Mike runs in, only for Armstrong to walk forward and drill the veteran into the mat with a spinebuster. Cover.

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

Armstrong drags Hill up and drags him to the corner, he hits a series of right hands to the temple of Hill before whipping him with force into the opposite corner sending Hill crashing to the mat. Armstrong walks over and slaps Hill across the back of the head before stomping on the back of his neck; he crouches down, mocking Hill and waiting for him to rise.

When Hill does get to his feet, Armstrong bounces off the ropes and connects with a corkscrew neckbreaker on the former world champion. He covers.

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

MW: Armstrong now in the ascendancy, I get the feeling Hill is now not so thankful of Armstrong's giving nature.

RJ: What the hell are you going on about? Hill goaded DTA into giving him that title shot.

Armstrong gets to his feet and grins into the crowd as Hill gets to his feet, stumbling and clutching his neck. Armstrong beckons Hill towards him before hitting a Dragon Whip Kick. Hill rolls up to his feet and DTA nails him with a Superkick. He makes the cover again.

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

Hill again gets the shoulder up. Armstrong allows him to rise before hitting a series of spinning backfist strikes to the head of Hill, who falls into the ropes. DTA whips Hill out across the ring before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a running, leaping clothesline. He makes the cover.

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

Armstrong goes to the top rope, waiting for Hill to rise. He then flies off going for a crossbody block...

MW: Hill rolls through!

RJ: His speed and experience coming into play there!

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

Armstrong kicks out. He rises to his feet and throws a wild punch that Hill ducks underneath...

MW: STANDING TORNADO DDT!

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

Armstrong drives the shoulder up, Hill gets to his feet and immediately starts stomping away on the head of DTA. He then follows that up with knees into the face, before dragging the European Champion towards the corner. He then nails a reverse STO onto the 2nd turnbuckle. Hill then drives a series of knees into the back of Armstrong's head continually until the referee intervenes. Hill then drags him back from the corner, before throwing him into the canvas with a German suplex, bridging into the cover.

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

Hill rolls up to his feet and brings Armstrong up with him. He hits a snap suplex and Armstrong rolls into the corner. Mike Hill sprints in and nails a high-angled dropkick. With DTA slumped in the corner, Hill starts choking him out with his boot until again the referee has to step in.

Hill drags the European Champion away and hits a scoop slam. He then goes up to the top rope, where he flies off and connects with Mike Time. Cover.

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

Mike Hill rolls up to his feet, he grabs DTA by the hair and then up to his feet. He flings Armstrong head first into the top turnbuckle. DTA slumps in the corner, Hill runs in and nails a dropkick on the Champion. He staggers forward, Hill takes him down to the canvas with a snapmare, Hill returns to the top rope and then dives off, hitting a dropkick to the back of the head. Hill hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Mike Hill getting ever closer to that title belt!

Armstrong is hauled to his feet by Hill, only for DTA to prod him in the eye. With Hill temporarily unsighted, Armstrong rolls out of the ring and strides towards the time-keeper's area, snatching his title belt and shaking his head.

MW: DTA's had enough, he's given Hill his chance and he hasn't taken it, Armstrong has every right to walk out.

RJ: Don't be so ridiculous RJ, Armstrong is being a coward again...

MW: How is this...OH WOW!

RJ: HILL TAKES HIM OUT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

MW: Hill not letting him get away.

After diving out onto Armstrong, Hill picks up DTA and rolls him back under the bottom rope into the ring. Hill then goes up to the top rope...

RJ: NEXT BIG MOVE!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: HILL WINS IT! HILL WINS IT!

MW: NEW CHAMPION!

RJ: HILL IS ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE GRAND SLAM!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this match by way of PINFALL and NEWWWWW 6WF EUROPEAN CHAMPION...MIIIKEEE HILLLLLLLL!

MW: What a win for Hill, I can't believe he managed to beat DTA, he should never have given Hill this rematch.

RJ: Hill goaded him into it, Hill's plan came to fruition perfectly. He got himself this match and took advantage of the opportunity. He did exactly what he told Armstrong he would.

MW: And now he is taking in the adulation of these fans.

*Hill is passed the belt by the referee, he clutches it tight to his chest and then walks towards the corner, climbing the ropes to salute the fans.

Blue Dragon is stood backstage watching Stevens on a monitor he pauses the tape as the image is focused on the face of Stevens. Blue Dragon places his hand on the side of the monitor....

BD: I had a place like this once upon a time Austin. Room 303, my first locker room, the place I made home and the place I first went crazy thinking of revenge. Saying that, I think I was crazy long before then. I think it was when I first saw the shame in my mothers eyes, even as her skin was swelling around her eye from a dig from my dad. You see Austin, your telling these people that I'm pretending that this isn't personal, when I'm reality I'm saying the opposite. Don't get me wrong Stevens, I don't hate you. I don't dislike your motives, In fact I respect the shit out of the way your making a name for yourself here. I love how you are saying all the right words, I love how you are playing the crazy psychopath oh so close to perfection, but the truth is obvious for anyone like us..

Dragon continues to stare at the monitor....

BD: Truth is kid, your nothing but a character! Your nothing but a gimmick. Of your own design I'll grant you, and quite a bad ass persona you have there. I'm not denying your past Austin, that is plane to see, we hD the same childhood and we both grew up
Angry at the world. But you need to take note if the lies that you tell.

You tell me, and the world, that your wind over me wherent at call lucky. You tell them how it was all planned, and yet we can all go back and we can watch it all. When you 'knocked me on my arse' you managed to catch me unawares on the outside of the ring and you took advantage of a situation that you found yourself in, through no merit of your own. Then you want to talk about your planned, and totally non last ditch, spear from the scaffolding. Where you had run out if ways to beat me, so got attempted suicide as a way out. Yer you speared me off a platform that high. Yes it was hardcore and it was bad ass. But you cannot say, not for one second that you landing on top of me at the bottom, you getting that pin while out cold, was your plan, you where damn lucky to end up winning that match like you did, and if you won't admit that then your just as much of an ego maniac as anyone else here.
.

You don't know what's going on Stevens, you tell us all that your the future of this company, that your going to take this place and turn it on its head, you tell us all how sure you are of your destination but let's be honest here, you have no idea where your going with this shit. You tell us all how you are so damn suicidal and how you are angry at the world and how you want them all to suffer as you have, but you make it so clear that all you really want is their respect. You cry out for their attention, your like a 15 year old girl cutting herself for mummy and daddy's affection. Speaking of mummy and daddy, you come here and you tell us all of the vicious childhood you had, how you saw your dad beat the shot out of your mum and how sick it made you. And yet you come here and you are so proud to be shown treating women like shit, your nothing but a hypocrite. You tell us that that title means nothing to you, that it's nothing but greed personified, and yet you willingly admit that you are willing to lay down your life to keep it, is that not pure greed Austin?

BD: You dare to tell me that I do what I do for attention, not for the love of the fight? You ignorant little shit, you have no idea why I do what i do. You respect nothing, not even yourself, so I don't expect you to understand the respect I have for men who innovated hardcore, the men you have mentioned, Foley, Funk.. Then there's Sandman, Sabu, the Dudley's, the Hardys, Keith Leone, Crime Lord, Logan Kincade.... Chris Patricks.... All of these men have built this business, but more than that, this devision, into what it is today. I would be honoured to be a part of that list, I respect those man, whereas you, you only see people that you want to say your better than. You tell me you are a man with no fear, you say that I'm afraid to admit that I fear you? Your joking me? You've got to be!! Mo fear everything about you Austin, you have no limits, your a fucking lunatic, you have no soul and you have no self respect. You will do anything not to lose. But you fear me too Austin. You won't admit it outright, you'll never even freely admit it to yourself but your words deceive you!

Dragon flicks the switch on the monitor and the face of Austin Stevens is still visible. Blue Dragon smirks to himself and turns round to see the Hardcore Champion standing behind him. The two go nose to nose....

BD: You have just been talking about how important this match is to you. How it's the culmination of everything you've lived for, you talk of how I represent all your demons. Do you not see it? That is fear Stevens, that is what it feels like to be unsure of yourself and to be fearful of a situation, and yet you don't see this. You think it's something need something different. Stevens, that is something that the rest if us feel all the time. I have taught you fear and I've taught you doubt, and only now on the eve of the most dangerous and fateful match in our history do you admit it.

BD leans closer and stares Stevens between the eyes..

BD: You want to talk about suicide Austin? You want to talk about ending it all for yourself and on your own terms. You committed suicide in your first night in 6WF when you attacked me from behind like a bitch.. Stevens a guarantee you one thing, at explosion, when our match is over and done with, when you are buried below the ground and you struggle to take your last few breaths, one thing will cross your mind, and that will be

'Why the Fuck did I do this'

The two men continue to stand staring at each other as the scene fades to black.

RJ: Ladies and gentlemen he have to say what a pleasure it is to come to you Live from the United Centre, Chicago.

The cameras outside the arena pan around to zoom in on local landmarks, the fans huddled up outside of the arena to catch a glimpse of 6WF action on the big screens outside of the arena. Security are on the parking lot as we see one of them take out a pair of binoculars and gets on the radio...

RJ: What's going in here Mike? Why is he...

MW: it can't be, oh Jesus Christ no!!!

The camera zooms in to see a mass of hooded figures walking up the street, hundreds of metres from the stadium, it's impossible to count how many but they form a mass that fills the entire width of the street.

RJ: They're coming here in force tonight.. These Zhilots as they've been dubbed. There must be thirty of them or forty. With so much still scheduled tonight god knows what these scumbags have planned...

As the camera zooms out we see security pile in to the double doorway and block it off awaiting a brawl..

MW: this is going to be explosive, security are standing in the way of perhaps the most devastating force in 6WF history and they will get knocked... Ah no!! It's happening!!

The hooded men reach the arena, they spread out at the doorway and creating an semicircle around the back entrance. They are four rows deep right the way around, there must be around 40 or 50 of them..

RJ: What in the hell is going on around here, why are these Zhilots just standing there?

MW: They have security outnumbered around four to one. Are they simply here to scare us?

A few of the Zhilots step forward and drop to their knees, arms stretched out as the rest follow suit. Eventually they all are in their knees, arms outstretched as security look on in utter confusion...

RJ: I have no idea what this is all about, but we are nearing the end of tonight's show ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back after this...

The show goes to commercials..

The opening volley of a battle, an unexpected and shocking entrance...


'The referee hands the hardcore belt to Fanatic who lifts it into the air with a grimace on his face. He is clearly in pain as he trudges around the ring in celebration. Blue Dragon has rolled into the ring with a look of anguish. The two men lock tired eyes and Blue Dragon gets to his feet. The former hardcore champion looks at the new one and nods in his direction.

RJ: A show of respect there from two warriors in this epic battle.

MW: And who can forget the third man.....who used to hold the belt......and now fired from 6WF!

RJ: Lucas Takeo has been immense but it seems his time is over..........LOOK OUT!!!!

Suddenly there is a commotion from the crowd and a figure slides into the ring. Blue Dragon turns but is met with a massive clothesline that near takes his head off.

RJ: WHO IS THAT?!

MW: IT'S AUSTIN STEVENS! AUSTIN STEVENS IN 6WF!!!'

Then another declaration....

BD is on his knees breathing heavily, and is about to make a cover when a familiar looking figure appears from the crowd…

RJ: AGAIN?!

MW: YESS! AUSTIN STEVENS!!!

Like a viper, Stevens emerges from the crowd, sliding under the ropes and spearing Blue Dragon to the floor. The referee calls for the bell, as Stevens unloads on Dragon.

RJ: THAT DAMNED PUNK HAS RUINED YET ANOTHER MATCH!

Stevens unloads with lefts and rights to the head of Blue Dragon whi desperately tries to fight him off. Stevens gets up and stomps on the gut of his rival. Stevens backs away, licking his lips maniacally, before slowly motioning for the Motor City Massacre. Dragon rises and has no chance to counteract the piledriver variation executed to perfection by Stevens.

Fire was returned and the battle got under way...

Stevens walks up the ramp, shaking his head at The Fanatic who stands on frustrated. Blue Dragon then sprints out onto the stage to a loud pop…

MW: What’s he doing?!

BD grabs Stevens and runs him back down to the ring, rolling him in under the bottom rope. Stevens rolls up, he is staring down at BD, shouting at him. He turns around…

RJ: CHOKESLAM!

Ref: 1…………………………………2…………………………………3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Fanatic wins it!

MW: Blue Dragon had no right to do that, this isn’t his match.

RJ: Maybe he’d had enough of Stevens constantly chickening out of matches.

The first conflict, a battle for the Hardcore Championship, one that no one walked away from unaltered...


Blue Dragon quickly lifts up Stevens, he then drives Austin's head into the announce table. Blue Dragon starts removing the cover of the announce table, before again driving Stevens' head into the table until he manages to block one. Stevens then counters, driving Blue Dragon's head into the announce table.

Stevens walks towards the time-keeper, he removes the ring bell before sprinting in and driving it into the head of Blue Dragon. He collapses into the floor, Stevens removes the matting so the concrete is exposed.

MW: What is he thinking here
RJ: OH MY GOD!

MW: PILEDRIVER INTO THE CONCRETE!

RJ: BLUE DRAGON IS OUT COLD!

MW: VICIOUS MOVE FROM STEVENS!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...the winner of this match by way of PINFALL and NEEWWWW 6WF HARDCORE CHAMPION AUSTIN STEVENSSSSSS!

RJ: That was absolutely brutal, I can't believe what I just witnessed, quite frankly I am glad this match is over. I don't know what lengths Stevens would have gone to to win this match.

It wasn't over, the champion wanted to prove himself the best Hardcore Champion in history....


Blue Dragon stands over Max, waiting for him to rise but is soon distracted as Austin Stevens runs out onto the stage. He sprints down the apron and climbs onto the ring apron. Blue Dragon spins around, Stevens gets in his face bad-mouthing him.

BD takes a step back and turns, before then spinning again and throwing a huge punch at Stevens who manages to duck, but he does lose his balance and slips off the ring apron. BD smirks.

RJ: I wouldn't turn around now...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE!


He had a message for 6WF, he had a problem with the world and he wanted the world to know it.

“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!”

But someone still had a problem with him...

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!

Stevens and BD are rolling around on the canvas exchanging big punches, as it spills back down to the outside. They are exchanging crashing blows all around the ringside area

Then War broke out, the two animals unleashed and things changed, forever...


RJ: A rematch of sorts from Survival up next, and a contest that promises to be nothing short of brutal.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the 6WF HARDCORE TITLE!

RJ: We promised you this would be brutal...BLUE DRAGON WASTING NO TIME!

MW: He can't do that!

RJ: He just has! Suicide Dive onto Stevens!

Blue Dragon rips the title belt from around the waist of Stevens, throwing it to the ref who signals for the bell to be rung.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Blue Dragon taking it to Stevens, letting out a lot of pent-up frustration.

BD then hops onto the ring apron, where he then runs along and smashes a knee into the side of Stevens' head. He falls to the floor, Blue Dragon leaps off the apron and tips over the trolley full of weapons. He then sits up the steel chair that he was using, before nailing a reverse DDT onto the chair. Stevens rolls off the chair and BD makes the cover.

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

Stevens drives the shoulder up, Blue Dragon picks up a trash can off the floor that had fallen out of the trolley. He waits for Stevens to rise before throwing the trash can into the head of Stevens. He catches it only for Blue Dragon to run in and boot the can into the head of Stevens who falls to the floor again.

BD then sets about removing the mats covering the concrete floor, before dragging up Stevens and slinging him across his shoulders. He goes for a running powerslam onto the exposed concrete but Stevens manages to drop down the back, before hitting an edge-o-matic that drives BD into the concrete instead.

Austin then drags the steel steps towards Blue Dragon, before waiting for him to rise. Stevens hits a kick into the stomach, before nailing a brainbuster down onto the steps.

RJ: Stevens taking control of this contest now.

BD is slumped against the ring post, Stevens positions a trash can in front of his face before hitting a big superkick into it, crushing BD's head between the trash can and the steel ring post. He then removes the trash can from in front of BD's head, keeping hold of the lid and waiting for BD to rise before running in and crashing the lid into his head. Cover.

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

Stevens drags up Blue Dragon, he then proceeds to drive a series of big punches up into the gut of the former Hardcore champion. He then sits up the trolley so it's level with the ring apron. He hits a couple of gutbusters before resting the legs of BD across the ring apron...

MW: Spike DDT!

BD is then rested across the trash can and the ring apron so his body is lay flat. Austin Stevens then goes up to the top rope, before flying off and nailing a double foot stomp into the back.

Blue Dragon then decides to use the barbed wire, wrapping it around the bat and waiting for Stevens to rise before driving the barbed wire bat into the stomach and then head of Stevens. He falls into another of the railings, where Blue Dragon then runs in and nails a big clothesline, causing him to fall into the railings.

MW: I can't believe it.

RJ: It's going into the crowd!

Blue Dragon gets the advantage for a moment, he takes a swing of a fans beer before spitting it all in the face of Stevens. He then flips the bird at the Hardcore Champion and hits a big punch that sends Stevens into the laps of some fans, who pick him up and throw straight back into BD who continues firing away with punches.

Stevens has BD back towards the railings right next to the top stage, he clotheslines Blue Dragon into that area away from the fans and then leaps over the railings. He picks up Blue Dragon and then flings him into the Chaos sign to loud boos from the fans. Stevens continues smashing the head of Blue Dragon into the sign until it falls into the floor.

RJ: These two really can't stand each other, they are taking lumps out of each other.

MW: Great to watch RJ, not fantastic to be a part of though I would think.

BD goes to take out Stevens with lighting equipment but he ducks under the attempted shot, he then snatches the light off Blue Dragon and crashes it into his head of the former Hardcore champion who falls into the floor. Stevens then grabs the ring case and drops it right on top of Blue Dragon.

RJ: This is going to get dangerous now.

MW: DEATH NOTE INTO THE CONCRETE!

Blue Dragon hauls up Stevens, he walks towards the production truck and goes for a death note onto that but Stevens drops down the back and shoves Blue Dragon into some scaffolding.

Austin then starts climbing up the scaffolding, and Blue Dragon begins following him up there. Austin reaches the top first, and as Blue Dragon manages to get up the ladder towards the top, Stevens pummels down on his head, trying to knock him off it but BD holds on and manages to get on the same level as Stevens.

They then start slugging it out on top of the scaffolding, dangerously high. Stevens get the advantage, hitting punches that send Blue Dragon stumbling back. He realises the danger he is in and hits a couple of punches in response. Stevens shoves BD, he grabs the railings to stay on the scaffolding...

RJ: OH MY GOD!

MW: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

RJ: AUSTIN STEVENS! BLUE DRAGON! THEY MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF! GET THE EMT'S!

MW: SPEAR OFF THE SCAFFOLDING BY STEVENS!

RJ: THAT WAS INSANE!

The camera's show both men lay in a heap on the floor, the arm of Stevens rested on top of Blue Dragon as the crowd still chant holy shit.

Stevens was changed, a part of him died that night..


AS: You think that I would care if I died? You think this was all over a “stupid belt” but it was over more than just some fucking title...fuck the title...fuck being hardcore champion...this was for me...this was to show Blue Dragon just who the fuck he was messing with...if I had died then at least I did it being me, at least I could have gone out on my fucking terms... I'm sorry that Blue Dragon didn't snap his fucking neck when he hit the ground, I'm sorry that he's not being fitted for a wheel chair right now...I'm sorry that the moment he can walk again he's probably going to come straight for me again and I'm going to have to really try and put him away...

And we saw a monster stir in Blue Dragon...

BD: Austin Stevens and I went to war on Sunday, I'm a little battered and bruised, I'm a little shocked at what he will do to keep that title and I'm a little pissed off that I didn't have what it took on the night to take him out, but Austin, I know your hurting just as much, and let me tell you one thing kid.. Well done, you impressed me. You beat me. But I want to let you know, that won't happen again... I'll happily take the week off, I need to rest my back, your a big boy to land on top of me from that height. You speared me from that scaffolding like you had nothing to lose, and I saw a look in your eyes that I have only ever seen in my own, and one other guy. The look of pure hatred, the look of man willing to risk his life to get what he wants, you proved that you are that man, you will kill ourself if needs be, so it seems to me that maybe I need to be willing to do the same... See you in a few weeks kid...

The two battled both in and out of the ring for weeks

We see a montage of their run ins and backstage brawls. We see the two men fight with hatred and shocking violence


It was too much havoc for management and someone stepped in


Saint: This is serious guys. The two of you have been taking stupid risks out in that ring and from what I've seen, in your personal life, Stevens. This company has always, and will always expect the best from its stars and when it comes to the hardcore devision, the best is sometimes dangerous. That being said though, I cannot condone your attitudes or your actions in recent weeks and months. The two of you need to remember that this is a company and a product aimed towards a world wide audience, this isn't some sort of snuff movie. We have kids sitting in this arena for Christ sake... I know exactly how far your willing to go to hold that Hardcore title again Blue, I know how far you've gone in the past and I know that what we've seen so far isn't your limit, that's why I'm giving you this warning now, I know that it's no exaggeration that you are willing to kill to get your hands on that title, and normally, in the past, that wouldn't be a problem. But now it's different. For the first time ever. I genuinely believe that we have a Hardcore Champion that is willing to die to keep his hands on the belt. And I don't mean figuratively, I mean, we literally have a situation where, for the first time, I need to step in, before someone gets killed.

Saint: STOP!! THE PAIR OF YOU, STOP THIS NOW!!!! If you carry on putting both your lives and this companies reputation in danger then I will be forced to strip you of the title Stevens... And to rule that you Dragon, that you never get a Hardcore title shot in your life. The two of you have took things so far with this that there is no way out now. At Chaos, you nearly killed each other, litterally. I asked you here to give you this warning, the way things are going, someone is going to get seriously hurt. The two of you are welcome to beat the holy shit out of each other all you want, but I'm telling you now, I book you to fight. If this goes too far and I start to lose talent over a bitter rivalry like this, you guys will be the first on my shit list... Be warned, treat this for what is is, a competition, a fight. It's not life or death...

But that wasn't enough, the bitter rivalry continues..

BD: you told these people all this over and over again. That someone would have to kill you... and these people, and the 6WF suits.. They took it with a pinch of salt. But not me Stevens.. Oh no, not me. I know that feeling, I know what it's like to be willing to lay your life on the line for something that, honestly, shouldn't matter a damn bit, but does. To be willing to be put 6 feet under for something that has become a part of you. I get it, you say your willing to die to keep this title...

Blue Dragon steps through the ropes and starts heading up the ramp..

BD: Well Stevens, I'd kill for it...

Stevens rolls into the ring, he grabs him by the tights hitting a hard powerbamb off the turnbuckle. Blue Dragon is rolling round in pain on the mat as Stevens climbs the turnbuckle at turns to the crowd mocking Blue Dragon, unbeknownst to him, Blue Dragon has risen to his feet in the ring and is standing waiting to face him in the ring.

As Stevens drops down off the top he turns straight into a hard right hand from Blue Dragon. It rocks him backwards as dragon follows in with a knee to the ribs and he follows that up with a succession of right hands, Stevens covers up and Blue Dragon switches to knees to the opposite side of his ribs. Maybe the most vicious we've seen him in ages. As Stevens covers his ribs, Dragon grabs hold of Stevens beard and uses it to hold his head still while he head it's him repeatedly in the face, both men are busted open after a few blows and the blood soon spreads everywhere as Stevens manages to push Dragon away enough make a run and hit a flying forearm knocking Blue Dragon back to one knee.. Stevens picks Dragon up and he throws him head first into the ring post, almost immediately sliding from the ring and making his way up the ramp checking his head wound as he does so.

Dragon stands and he staggers to the ropes, blood pouring from his head as he shouts at Stevens..

BD: STEVENS YOU PRICK!! You want to attack me when my back's turned, you wanna play like that? ILL GET MY HANDS ON YOU STEVENS!! I tell you now Stevens.. When I do, I'll kill you, I swear to you Austin!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!! STEVENS I PROMISE YOU THIS, I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS UNHOLY, I'LL KILL YOU AND ILL BURY YOU...

Neither man is willing to give up, and now it comes to this..

The consultant is stood backstage..

TC: There you have it Ladies and Gentlemen, Blue Dragon has clearly made obscene threats and has taken this to the next level, and it was during this in ring interaction, that Saint turned to me and he admitted that Blue Dragon had actually given him an idea of how to end this bitter rivalry, how to put the final nail in the coffin of this saga so to speak, so now. It is my honour to announce that at explosion, we will see the Hardcore Championship Defended, as we see Austin Stevens go up against Blue Dragon......

The consultant smiles...

TC: In a.....
Buried...
Alive.....
Match....

So now it all comes to this, one man is willing to doe for the title, the other willing to kill for it... Perhaps the most dangerous and unpredictable match in 6WF history, prepare for war as Blue Dragon chases Austin Stevens and the Hardcore Championship in a buried alive match tonight, it promises to be, both shocking and explosive...

Match 5

Hardcore Title

Buried Alive Match

Austin Stevens(C) vs Blue Dragon

RJ: Folks, I know I normally like to hype these matches up, to give them a big build up about how dangerous they are, but this truly is the most dangerous match of the lot.

MW: It does come with parental advisory, it's your choice whether to let your kids watch this match, but it is going to be brutal, it's going to be vicious and it's going to be sickening.

RJ: This really is faces behind cushions time, it's time for these two men to settle their issues in the most gruesome match in wrestling, a buried alive match.

MW: It does exactly what it says on the tin folks, and this is a match that was really needed.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is A BURIED ALIVE MATCH for the 6WF HARDCORE TITLE!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, introducing the challenger... he hails from Liverpool, England and weighs in at 266lbs...BLUUUUUUUUUUE DRAGON!

'Freak on a Leash' hits and the crowd cheer as Blue Dragon steps out onto the stage. He stands taking in the admiration wearing his classic ring gear. His biker boots. Jeans and signature leather jacket, the skulls adorning the shoulders looking as ferocious as ever. His beard clipped neatly and his Mohawk back to its former glory, spiked up and with blue tips. He is carrying a steel chair and baseball bat in either hand as he slides into the ring.

RJ: This man is someone who has defined the Hardcore division. Look at the guys he's feuded with, great Hardcore champions like Crime Lord and Logan Kincade, whilst he too is a great Hardcore champion. But I don't think I've ever seen him have such a hatred towards someone.

MW: Everyone knows my view on BD but I have to say, I've been impressed with the way he has gone after Austin Stevens. It's taken this division to a new level, but I do now fear for the situation he has got himself into.

RJ: I think these men are genuinely serious, they will kill each other if they have to, just to say they were the better, bigger, more extreme man.

Mike Bird: And now... ...he hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in at 250lbs...the REIGNING AND DEFENDING 6WF HARDCORE CHAMPION...AUSTIN STEVENSSSSSS!

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 and Stevens strolls out. He has the Hardcore title belt around his waist and pushing a wheelbarrow...

MW: Stevens prepared for this match with that Wheelbarrow.

RJ: This man is sick in the head. Listen to what he talks about when he's interviewed. Stevens has lost his mind, I believe that this is putting Blue Dragon, and Stevens, at risk.

MW: But it's the only way to settle this RJ. Saint can't afford to have these two walking around, beating the shit out of each other and putting other roster members, staff and fans at risk.

RJ: I suppose you could be right there. I just don't think the end result of this match is going to be a pretty outcome.

MW: It's a buried alive match RJ, I think that's a given.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to start the match, and immediately the match descends into a flurry of punches as Stevens and Blue Dragon converge into the centre of the ring, pummeling the hell out of each other. Blue Dragon gains the early advantage, driving Stevens into the ropes and then pummeling away with punches.

BD then drags Stevens' face along the top rope, before trying to tip him over the top rope. Stevens lands on the apron, BD goes for a clothesline that Stevens ducks and then drives a shoulder into the gut. BD falls back, Stevens springboards off the top rope and hits a superkick to the chin.

Stevens rolls out of the ring, he picks up a steel chair and then rolls back into the ring. With BD still on the canvas, Stevens proceeds to smash the chair into the back of Blue Dragon repeatedly until it's bent out of shape. At this point, Stevens chucks the chair out of the ring, goes to the outside and grabs a second steel chair.

MW: Stevens really laying into Blue Dragon early on in this match.

This time, Stevens drags Blue Dragon into the corner. The Hardcore champion proceeds to drive a series of shoulder thrusts into the stomach, before placing the chair against BD's head. Stevens retreats to the opposite corner before running in, but Blue Dragon grabs the chair and smashes it into the head of the on-rushing Stevens.

He collapses to the canvas, Blue Dragon lies the chair down on the canvas. He puts Stevens' head on the chair, before stomping him into it repeatedly. Blue Dragon then sits the chair up, he lifts up Stevens and then nails a brainbuster into the chair. Stevens rolls around in pain, Blue Dragon boots away at the back of Stevens until he rolls towards the ropes.

At this point, Blue Dragon runs in and hits a baseball slide, which sends Stevens down onto the outside. BD then sets about removing the mats covering the concrete floor, before dragging up Stevens and slinging him across his shoulders. He goes for a running powerslam onto the exposed concrete, which connects.

RJ: Blue Dragon is now the man in control, he's brutalising Stevens here.

Blue Dragon looks under the ring, he pulls out a kendo stick and an Iron bar. BD first grabs the kendo stick, he waits for Stevens to rise before pulling his throat down onto the kendo stick. Stevens staggers away, Blue Dragon grabs the head of Stevens and smashes it into the steel ring post.

BD then rests Stevens' head against the ring post, Blue Dragon then proceeds to smash the kendo stick into the head of the Hardcore champion continually until the kendo stick is beyond use.

MW: The referee needs to be careful here, he's already losing control of these two.

RJ: Who can keep control of them though Michael? Do you fancy the job?

MW: That's a fair point RJ, the ref is doing an excellent job.

Blue Dragon hits Stevens with a number of headbutts that send him staggering back, BD then whips Stevens towards the steel ring posts but somehow the Hardcore champion manages to leap over them. BD comes running in at Stevens, who leaps onto the ring steps and off them, leaping into Blue Dragon with a spinning European Uppercut.

Stevens then set about positioning the steel away from the ring post, he then hauls up Blue Dragon and drives him into the steel steps with a chokeslam. Stevens rolls BD onto his front, he then grabs a baseball bat from under the ring. He proceeds to smash the bat down into the back of Blue Dragon continually. Stevens then applies a camel clutch hold, but using the baseball bat to choke out BD.

RJ: This is absolutely brutal from Austin Stevens.

Blue Dragon is visibly struggling for air but there is nothing the referee can do. Eventually Austin Stevens relents when he believes that he has done suitable damage to BD. He drags Blue Dragon off the steel steps, he then starts hitting Blue Dragon with punches, forcing him up the ramp.

BD hits a couple of punches in response, but Stevens kicks him in the gut to regain the advantage. He then pummels away on the back of Blue Dragon, before throwing him forcefully into the steel railings that separate the fans from the action. Stevens grabs the Iron pole that BD removed from under the ring, and also the wheelbarrow Stevens himself bought to the ring.

MW: What the hell is he thinking?

RJ: Who knows with Stevens? I don't think even he knows what's going through that head of his.

MW: Whatever it is, I can't imagine it will be too good for Blue Dragon's future health.

Stevens grabs the wheelbarrow and then shoves it towards Blue Dragon, who somehow out of pure instinct, manages to dive out of the way of the wheelbarrow which crashes into railings. Blue Dragon pulls himself up using the wheelbarrow, Stevens runs in at him but Blue Dragon counters by driving Stevens into the ramp with a big spinebuster.

Blue Dragon picks up the wheelbarrow, before dropping it down onto the gut of Stevens. BD then moves the wheelbarrow away, he picks up Stevens and throws him into the wheelbarrow with the Deathnote!

RJ: Great move from Blue Dragon, he's got himself back into it with that.

MW: And it looks like he's going to the top of the stage where the pit is located!

Blue Dragon pushes the wheelbarrow up to the top of the stage, and then right towards the pit. He dumps Stevens out onto the floor, he then grabs the iron bar out of the wheelbarrow. He lifts up Stevens and then smashes the bar into his abdomen repeatedly. Stevens lurches over and Blue Dragon then drives the bar into the back.

Stevens hits the floor, Blue Dragon hits a series of knees into the back before lifting up Stevens and putting him onto his shoulders, setting up for a powerbomb. He walks towards the pit slowly...

RJ: This is it! Blue Dragon is going to end it, right here, right now!

MW: No! Come on Austin!

RJ: He's about to be BURIED...

MW: STEVENS FIGHTING IT! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH! HE REALISES THE SITUATION HE'S IN!

Stevens continues pummeling away at the head of Blue Dragon until he eventually drops Stevens. The hardcore champion is still close to the pit, but he quickly sorts that by running at BD and superkicking him, with Blue Dragon collapsing into the floor.

The Hardcore champion picks up the iron bar, he waits for BD to rise before using it as an aid when hitting a vicious discuss lariat. It knocks Blue Dragon down to the floor, Stevens then picks up Blue Dragon and actually drags him away from the pit.

RJ: What's he doing?

MW: Stevens wants to cause even more punishment first, he doesn't want this to end yet.

Stevens walks towards the titantron, where he then suplexes Blue Dragon into it firmly. BD writhes around clutching at his back, Stevens then walks back down the ramp. He takes the railing that he hit with the wheelbarrow, and drags it back up the stage. BD is up but Stevens throws the railings right into his head.

RJ: Wow! That was some power from Stevens!

The Hardcore champion drags up Blue Dragon, he hits a series of European Uppercuts before lifting BD onto his shoulders. He then delivers a brutal powerbomb down onto the railings.

Stevens then drags Blue Dragon off the railings, slowly pulling him towards the pit. He keeps dragging the Hardcore Hero towards the pit, getting ever closer as screams can be heard from the crowd.

MW: Stevens using every last bit of energy to try and force Blue Dragon into the pit, to bury him alive.

RJ: He's getting closer Michael. Too close for comfort in my eyes.

Stevens is shoving Blue Dragon and he has him right on the edge, but Blue Dragon manages to grab the shovel off the floor. He wraps it into the head of Stevens, who stumbles back. BD fights to his feet, Stevens runs at him but Blue Dragon levels him with the shovel again and Stevens collapses to the floor.

MW: Last ditch from Blue Dragon.

RJ: He saved himself there, now he has to take advantage with Stevens out cold.

Blue Dragon grabs the wheelbarrow, he pushes it towards Stevens and tips it down onto Stevens. Blue Dragon then rolls the wheelbarrow so it is the wrong way around. He then picks up Stevens, before scoop-slamming down onto the wheelbarrow. Stevens rolls off, this time Blue Dragon puts him onto his shoulders...

MW: Powerbomb onto the wheelbarrow!

Stevens is dragged off the wheelbarrow by Blue Dragon, once again he doesn't go towards the pit...

RJ: DEATHNOTE ONTO THE WHEELBARROW!

MW: It's not much of a wheelbarrow anymore!

Blue Dragon then grabs Stevens, and he pulls him towards the pit. He soon reaches the pit and is trying to shove Stevens into the pit, but Austin grabs a handful of sand and throws it into the face of Blue Draogn.

He staggers back temporarily blinded, Stevens slowly gets to his feet and runs at Blue Dragon, who spins and greets him with a huge punch. Stevens falls to the floor.

RJ: Wow what a punch!

MW: No wonder, he was using studded gloves! Where did he get those from?

RJ: Obviously had a trick up his sleeve!

MW: This is over RJ! Stevens is not getting up!

Blue Dragon hauls Stevens towards the pit, he lifts up Stevens ready to dump him in the pit.

RJ: Its over! What a performance!

MW: I can't believe it! I thought this was Stevens' for the taking...

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

RJ: WHAT THE?

MW: WHY IS HE HERE?

RJ: HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

MW: LOGAN KINCADE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BUILDING TONIGHT!

RJ: YET THERE HE STANDS, AT THE TOP OF THE STAGE! HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE SUSPENDED!

MW: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?

Logan strides out, he walks right towards Blue Dragon...

RJ: HERE WE GO!

Blue Dragon throws a punch with the studded glove, Kincade blocks it and fires in with a series of huge punches to the head that back his long-time rival right onto the edge of the pit. BD manages to crash a punch with the glove into Logan's head, he falls back only to grab the shovel, run in and crash it into the side of Blue Dragon's head. He collapses to the floor.

MW: Wow, what a shot!

Blue Dragon is lifted up by Logan, who then drives the shovel into the head once more before lifting him up and dropping him into the 6ft deep pit.

RJ: BLUE DRAGON HAS BEEN PUT IN THE PIT BY KINCADE!

MW: HE'S ABOUT TO BE BURIED ALIVE...

RJ: WAIT THERE, WHAT'S HE DOING NOW?

Kincade walks towards Stevens, who is slowly stirring to his feet. He sees Blue Dragon in the pit, he then looks up at Kincade who is glaring at him. Logan then offers his hand to Stevens who grabs it to get to his feet.

RJ: NO WAY!

MW: SURELY NOT!

RJ: STEVENS AND KINCADE IN CAHOOTS, STEVENS AND KINCADE ARE ALLIES...

MW: WHAT A PARTNERSHIP THEY....OH MY GOD!

RJ: MAYBE THEY AREN'T ALLIES AFTER ALL!

MW: STEVENS HAS JUST BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD WITH THE SHOVEL.

Kincade picks up the KO'd Stevens after the shot with the shovel, he hauls him onto his shoulders...

MW: POWERBOMB INTO THE PIT!

RJ: KINCADE IS GOING TO BURY BOTH MEN!

MW: LOGAN HAS REALLY SENT A SHOCKWAVE THROUGH 6WF TONIGHT WITH THIS!

Kincade gets into the bulldozer, he drives it forward before piling the sand down into the pit until it fills up to the very top.

RJ: STEVENS AND BLUE DRAGON...BURIED ALIVE!

MW: BY LOGAN KINCADE!

RJ: AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT SICK BASTARD! STOOD ON TOP OF WHERE THEY'RE BURIED! LOOK AT THAT SMIRK, THAT GRIN.

MW: LOGAN KINCADE IS BACK!

RJ: HE SHOULD BE SECTIONED!

Explosion goes to a commercial with Kincade stood, smirking down at the ground which Stevens and Blue Dragon are buried under.

Max: Has he finished? Did Kenty stop talking yet? What was the question again Sainty Claus? You know what, never mind. I've been sat here long enough listening to other people yap on about "I'm gonna do this", "I'm gonna do that", "I'm gonna smoke a cigar", "No I'm gonna smoke a cigar", all of you are in this match with me, however NONE of you have those key ingredients on your side. None of you are going into this 6WF Undisputed Championship match with what I have in my corner. The Time Attack is a match that Max Adamson has gained valuable experience in over the last few years. I've seen first hand some absolute legends of this industry win the Time Attack match, and The Saint...

(Adamson smirks as Saint doesn't look best pleased)

Max: ...And I've accumulated enough experience over the last few years to know precisely how to apply myself in that match. I know what I need to do. It doesn't matter if there's four opponents or six or seven or ten, I have critical experience of how to get the job done in the Time Attack format and I will be putting it to good use. The other thing I have on my side that none of you have is a little different. Anyone can get experience. Whatever happens, this time next week Johnny Oko will have experienced competing in a Time Attack match for the Undisputed Championship of the World! And that will be valuable experience for him in the future. But right here, right now, Max Adamson has one vital ingredient that neither Crime Lord, Vincent Vortex, Johnny Oko or Ed Kenty has going into this match for those Championship belts... Destiny.

(Adamson stands up and stares into the audience)

Max: I have competed for nearly six years in 6WF. I have started at the very bottom, I have worked hard for absolutely every match and every championship I have ever won, I have been handed absolutely nothing, and now here we are, Explosion, Wednesday 9th July, it's my time, it's Max Adamson's time to achieve the destiny that was foretold almost six years ago. It's time for Max Adamson to fulfill his prophecy, to finally, FINALLY, stand inside a 6WF ring, as the proud owner of the 6WF and TAW World Championship belts, to obliterate the glass ceiling that has so far prevented me from doing so, and stand before all of you as the Australian Phenom, the Incredible Hunk, the Thunder from Down Under, the new 6WF World Champion, the new TAW World Champion, the NEW 6WF Undisputed Champion of the World.

Crime Lord picks the microphone up slowly, not taking his eyes off of the Championship belts....

CL- Have the children finished bickering now?

(A few of the other men try to speak, but Crime Lord raises his hand and Saint asks them to let Crime Lord have his say.)

CL- Unlike the other challengers in this match, I earnt my chance to face Mr. Kenty, unlike the other four guys sat around me other than the champion himself I am deserving of a world championship shot. And yet I sit here not next to Mr. Kenty, days away from a one on one World Title match but sat on a row with pretenders and wannabes preparing myself for a Time Attack match. How is this fair? I won my number one contender match, yet I am not the number one contender, I have been thrown into a multi-man match. There is no justice.

Despite this, despite the fact that I have wrongly lost my rightful world title match, at Explosion I will walk away world champion once more. I will walk away from the Time Attack match 6WF's greatest ever. If anything this being a Time Attack match is putting me at a distinct advantage. Those that did their homework will remember the day I defending my world championship in this match type, they will remember my dominance when some of the biggest and best names in 6WF failed to gain a single pin in the match. The only person to have a successful pinfall was me, and I didn't even need it!

That is the level of dominance the other guys in this match are going to have to come to terms with, that is the level of excellence that Mr. Kenty is defending his title from and the other three guys are trying to protect their careers from. Vortex has felt my wrath firsthand, so too has Max Adamson. Mr. Kenty has escaped from feeling my power one on one and Johnny Oko...well Johnny Oko is the odd man out here isn't he? I am not going to sit here and pretend that I have any respect for him, that everybody is a threat because that would be misleading and I never like to lie.

The truth is that there are four contenders to win this match and Johnny Oko, he's here to make up the numbers, a free guy to fill the match up to five members. I could deal with him with my eyes closed, my hands tied behind my back and my shoelaces tied together. The main hope is that Vortex is too busy mourning the death of his friendship with Johnny to notice the real men actually wrestling and competing for the world title.

At Explosion, history is made, the competition in 6WF is blown right open because I am going to win the world championship and change the landscape of this company...AGAIN.
 
Max Adamson is quick to respond to Crime Lord...

Max: Hey Crimey, just wanted to point out that the only reason you "won" your number one contender's match against Vortex is because Johnny Oko, that guy who you could apparently deal with your eyes closed, your hands tied behind your back and your shoelaces tied together, kicked you square in the face knocking you the fuck out!

Adamson smirks as Oko stands and gets cheers from the crowd in attendance....
Vortex laughs out loud and starts to bang the desk as he chuckles. Adamson looks at him annoyed but Vortex puts both hands up apologetically.

Vortex: Easy Max, I actually agree with you. Old father time over there is squirming at the thought of how he became number one contender.

He glares at Crime Lord.

Vortex: Oh and don't forget what happened at the end of that match. I smacked you down to the mat with your own brass knuckles and used your own finishing move to leave you in a crumpled heap at my feet. I think that is the best example of feeling someones wrath. Proving to the other guy that what he has in his locker is not nearly enough when faced with a bigger threat. You remember that Crime Lord?

He turns to Oko

Vortex: You remember that Johnny? You got the same treatment!

Oko is unmoved but chews his gum a little faster. Vortex turns to the audience and smiles.

Vortex: We can sit here and claim our legitimacy but the truth is it doesn't matter anymore. Max believes he deserves his one on one, Crime Lord believes he deserves his claim as no.1 contender, Oko believes he deserves his chance at the top table. And poor old Kenty over there actually believes he deserves his spot as champion! We can argue the pros and cons of all that as much as we like. But this Wednesday, as decreed by his royal highness The Saint, we will ALL be taking part in a Time Attack match for Undisputed Championship!

He looks at all of the guys seating at the table.

Vortex: My mind is focused on that piece of information and that only. I don't give a shit how this match came to be anymore or who I am facing. The important aspect is that title. The title I will be holding up high come Wednesday night. So let's just say we all deserve our spot and move on. Because frankly, I would not have this match any other way. When I beat the champion, two legends and a young pretender, I would finally get what my talent deserves. I am not just going to win. I am going to annihilate. So I won't have to deal with you sorry examples of the human race again.

He takes a drink of water and stabs his cigar in the table.

The screen changes back to the Time Attack Press Conference as Max Adamson is shown chuckling to himself...

Max: The only thing you can guarantee is that you'll be the first entrant into the "Crime Lord tribute act" section of 6WF.com! I mean, look at you! You've taken up smoking a cigar, that's cute. I wonder how long it'll be before you're wearing a pinstripe suit, fedora hat and start talking like Tony Montana? "Say hello to my little friend, his name is Johnny Oko"

Crime Lord is shown looking visibly angry...

CL- Johnny Oko blindsided me, that's not the same of being a good wrestler. Anybody can look good attacking somebody from behind, it's about standing toe to toe and winning wrestling matches that makes a champion. Johnny Oko is a nobody, he was nothing before this match and will be nothing after this match. I am glad for him that I will have such a highlight in his career as to have been in a world championship match with Crime Lord himself, but this is it for Johnny. He will never scale these heights again, and rightly so.
Suddenly the usually super cool Johnny Oko slams the desk in annoyance causing the glasses and jugs of water to spill over. As the crowd look on at the shattered glass on the floor, Oko sizes up to Crime Lord in defiance.

Oko: Blindsided? BLINDSIDED?! Oko doesn't need your cowards techniques to win matches! That's right you stupid gaijin, Oko called you a coward!

He stares into Crime Lords eyes as Saint tries to separate them. Johnny pushes Saints arm away as he tries to pull him to one side and instead carries on shouting in Crime Lords face.

Oko: It was the coward that brought brass knuckles into his no.1 contenders match! It was the coward that saw Oko coming and tried to punch Oko with the same brass knuckles! But it was Oko, the man you say you can beat so easily, that dropped you crying to the mat with a K-Oko! Those are the facts Crime Lord! But when have you, or any of the other gaijins worried about that! You call yourself the God of 6WF! Well Oko says you are the disgrace of 6WF! You are not a warrior like Oko. You don't fight honourably like Oko. You fight like the embarrassment you are - cheating to prop up your lack of talent!

He spits in Crime Lords face and has to be restrained by Saint before the two come to blows. Johnny shoves Saint away in anger and vaults over the table. He picks his katana up from underneath it and points it in turn to the amazed wrestlers behind the desk.

Oko: You all make Oko sick! Talking and talking and talking! And now Oko has to put up with your lies as well?! Your twisted fantasies you dream up to satisfy your own egos?! Well Oko says enough! Oko wants no part in this make believe fiasco! Oko is going to leave you fools to your story making! Oko is going to leave you and prepare. Wednesday night Oko will show the whole world that you disrespect Johnny Oko at your peril!

He turns to Saint who is trying to appear for calm behind his podium. The cameras flash as Oko stands seething in front of the long table.

Oko: And as for you.........Oko thinks this circus ringmaster needs a proper soundbite! One everyone in attendance will be talking about long after you fivegaijins have finished!

He glares at Saint before sprinting forward.

Oko: K-OKOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Oko viciously kicks the podium which shatters in front of everyone. Saint has to take drastic action to avoid being knocked over and nearly collides into Max Adamson. The flashbulbs go off as all eyes are on Johnny Oko. The air quietens down after the eruption as everyone stands open mouthed at what they have just witnessed. Johnny takes his katana and mockingly runs it along his throat before pointing it in the air.

Oko: Silent........but deadly!

Oko pauses briefly as more pictures are taken. He sarcastically bows before striding to his right and exiting the exhibition hall, with a slam of the doors.

RJ: WOW! I don’t think for a second Oko is one to be underestimated in this match...

MW: I’m starting to agree, but I couldn’t pick a winner. 5 men, all on the cusp of a world title and 30 minuntes in which to do it, one thing is for certain, the odds are well and truly stacked against Mr. Kenty.

RJ: We're just moments away Michael, moments away!

Max Adamson is sat in his Locker Room with Clarissa, he is lacing up his boots as he sits in his Australian flag themed trunks, with dark blue knee and elbow pads, and is wearing a black "Australian Phenom" t-shirt. He looks focused as he finishes lacing his boots, and he sighs.

Clarissa: Whats up?

Max: This is it Clarissa. I can feel it. I cannot and will not accept anything other than me stood in that ring, holding up the 6WF Undisputed Championship. I've had to do a lot of things that I won't be proud of when I look back on my career, but when I win tonight, when I stand tall after an hour of the Time Attack match, it'll all be worth it. Every end has a new beginning. Tonight, this story ends and a brand new one will begin. Tonight will be the culmination of Max Adamson's rise to destiny. This time last year, I was stuck in a rut. I'd lost the Freeweight Championship to Nay Bother, you and I were arguing, and my career was going nowhere. But then came an opportunity.

(Adamson looks rueful as he continues)

Max: Chris Patricks, my best friend, died. I mourned at first, of course I did. But when I saw everyone else mourning a guy they hardly knew, I knew I could manipulate this into something that would benefit Max Adamson.

(Adamson stares into the sky)

Max: People called me evil, callous, every name under the sun for manipulating the entire 6WF into using Chris' death to propel myself into the World Championship scene. But Chris, we both know you'd have done the same...

(Adamson looks back to Clarissa)

Max: I was forced to fight TGA at Born In Fire, because he wouldn't let it go. He had to single handedly prevent me from becoming World Champion. Whether in Chris Patricks' honour or not, TGA put a stop to it. I had to beat TGA. I had to defeat TGA at Born In Fire to put a stop to it. I didn't stop there Clarissa, I went further. I retired TGA. I showed TGA and the entire 6WF exactly what Max Adamson is capable of. I RETIRED HIM! I ended his career, and when 6WF returned from its hiatus, I picked up exactly where I left off, with the goal of finally becoming World Champion.

(Adamson has a sour expression on his face as he continues)

Max: I eventually got my one on one match with Mr Kenty. And it was interrupted by Logan Kincade. So I was forced to re-earn the number one contender status, and I beat Crime Lord to do exactly that. I was included in the match between Kenty and Kincade to crown a new Undisputed Champion. In a triple threat match that I didn't win. But that's two separate occasions where I've earned and waited for a fair one on one World Championship match and not been given what I deserve.

(Adamson stands up having checked his knee and elbow pads)

Max: Well now the time for waiting is over. I have had enough of waiting for what I deserve. I am in the Time Attack match against four other men, and if I win, I'm the new Undisputed Champion of the World. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go out to that ring, take on four other men, compete at my absolute best for an hour, right down to the very last seconds, and I am going to become the World Champion. There will be no shockers, there will be no fairytale ending for Vortex or Johnny Oko, there will be no Indian Summer for Crime Lord or Mr Kenty. I have waited long enough. The time for waiting is over. It's Max Adamson's time to stand at the top of the mountain. It's my turn. Wish me luck.

(Adamson grabs and kisses Clarissa on the lips before leaving his locker room)

Clarissa: Good luck!

Main Event
Time Attack Match
6WF Undisputed Title
Mr Kenty(C) vs Max Adamson vs Vortex vs Johnny Oko vs Crime Lord

RJ: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, welcome back to 6WF Explosion and it is now time for the one match you have all been waiting for.

MW: A match unique to 6WF, seen nowhere else in pro wrestling, and it is also your Main Event tonight!

RJ: Mr Kenty defends his Undisputed Title against 4 other men, but this isn't a fatal five way. Oh no.

MW: This is a Time Attack match!

RJ: The rules are simple. 5 men, 1 hour and by the end, one world champion. The title can change hands as many times as possible during the match, but whoever is in possession of the belt when the clock hits 0 is the man who walks away as undisputed champion.

MW: Oh god I do love this match!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman, the following is the MAINNNNN EEVVVEEENNNTTTT this evening, a TIMMMEEE ATTTACK MATCH for the 6WF UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIPPPPPP!

Introducing the first of four challengers...he hails from Lancaster, England and weighs in at 320lbs...CRIIMMEEE LOOORRRDDDD!

"Rain Wizard" blares out over the speakers and the Chicago crowd boo as Crime Lord paces out onto the stage. 6WF's ironman storms down the ramp, he climbs up the steel steps and into the ring.

MW: For me, Crime Lord put in the best Time Attack performance ever back at 6WF Chaos in 2012, where he went in as a champion...and there wasn't a single pinfall during the whole match.

RJ: That was one of the single greatest displays of wrestling I've ever seen, at a time when no-one was able to beat Crime Lord. Perhaps the other men in this match are a bit more threatening than those who he faced, but he still has a big chance tonight.

Mike Bird: The 2nd challenger hails from Sellafield, England and weighs in at 310lbs...VORTEXXXXXX!

"Breathe" hits and a plume of green smoke fills the top of the stage, the crowd start booing as the big man strides out. Vortex glares at Crime Lord before making his way from the top of the stage down the rampway to the ring. Vortex snarls across at Crime Lord as he enters the ring.

RJ: Vortex has really found his feet as a singles competitor, even if that has meant alienating his tag team partner in the process.

MW: A necessary sacrifice 'Arj, it's helped both men.

Mike Bird: And now, the third challenger...he hails from Osaka, Japan and weighs in at 237lbs...JOHNNNYY OKKOOOOO!

"Turks Theme" roars out and for the first time in the intros, a competitor is greeted with cheers from the Chicago crowd. Oko runs down the ramp, tagging the fans hands before sliding in under the bottom rope.

RJ: I don't think Oko would have expected to find himself in a world title match at this point in his singles career. Vortex had some background as a singles competitor, where as Oko has always been a tag team specialist.

MW: Oko has got a niche for himself in this match as a high-flying, quick-paced athlete. Adamson, Vortex and Crime Lord are power-based, whilst Kenty is more of an all-rounder.

Mike Bird: Introducing the final challenger... he hails from Perth, Australia and weighs in at 296lbs...MAXXX ADAMSONNNNNN!

"Lonely Boy" plays out of the speakers and Max Adamson walks out onto the ramp with a chorus of boos surrounding him. Clarissa follows behind him, applauding as they both walk down the ramp to the ring. He motions a world title belt around his waist as Clarissa points at him.

RJ: Adamson arguably the form competitor in this contest...

MW: No arguably about it for me RJ, Max has dominated near enough all of the physical exchanges between these competitors.

Mike Bird: And finally...

‘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. The lights dim and a mic descends from the rooftops...

Kenty: For those of you that don’t know… I weight into tonight at 230 pounds, Hailing from Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom I am the reigning and defending 6WF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION...MR KENTTYYYY....KENTYYYYYYYY!

RJ: Here he is folks, the man with the most unenviable task of anyone in 6WF right now.

MW: Quite frankly RJ, if he walks away from this match as champion, it's a freaking miracle.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Vortex goes straight after Crime Lord, firing away with a series of headbutts to his old rival whilst Max goes after the champion from the outset. Kenty counters with a knee into the stomach, before firing away on the back of Adamson with some clubbing punches, leaving Oko to watch on.

Kenty is driven back into the corner by Adamson, who then fires in a series of shoulders into the stomach. Max takes a step back from Kenty, who walks forward out of the corner straight into a back body drop. Kenty stumbles up and Max connects with a swinging neckbreaker. He covers.

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

Kenty quickly kicks out, with Oko ready to pounce to break up the pinfall. Adamson puts Kenty into an armbar hold, stomping away on the right shoulder as he does so. Across the ring, Vortex is still firing in headbutts on Crime Lord who is backed against the turnbuckles. Vortex then drives Crime Lord's head into the top turnbuckle continually, before dragging him away from the corner and connecting with a reverse DDT. Cover.

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

MW: Oko was again on hand ready to break that up but there was no need as Crime Lord easily got the shoulder up.

Kenty is shown spinning his way out of the armbar hold, before hitting a dragon screw leg whip to send Max to the canvas. Adamson rolls up, Kenty whips him out across the ring and on the rebound, Kenty hits a big boot to the skull. Adamson crashes to the canvas.

RJ: No point in Kenty going for the cover at the moment, he's still the champion.

MW: The best thing Kenty could do right now is to try and take a competitor out of the equation.

Kenty looks to do just that, grabbing Adamson towards the corner where he starts stomping away on the head of Max. Kenty follows that up with a couple of knees to the head, before taking some steps back. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a running facewash kick, following through with the boot to rake it across the face of Max. Kenty stands looking at Max, before taking a few steps back and hitting a dropkick to the head.

Kenty gets up to his feet only for Oko to run in behind and go for the roll-up on Kenty.

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

RJ: Oko nearly stole it!

Oko gets up to his feet at the same time as Kenty, he ducks a wild punch from the TAW Champion before levelling him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Vortex has Crime Lord down on the canvas, two knees being pressed into the back of Crimey before hitting some forearms into the back of the head.

Eventually Vortex rolls away, he allows Crime Lord up to his feet before slinging him across his shoulders and dropping him into the canvas with a Samoan Drop. Crime Lord wisely rolls to the outside, leaving Vortex in the ring. He turns and is face to face with Oko.

MW: Here's one of the clashes everyone wanted to see going into this match, the two former tag team partners!

RJ: And they haven't had to wait long, we're just over 5 minutes into the match.

Oko and Vortex are staring down at each other, they're about to go at it when Kenty runs in and takes Oko out with a double axe handle to the back of the head. Kenty lifts up Oko, he fires in some right hands and then looks towards Vortex, who looks like he is going to join Kenty in going after Oko, only to then drag Kenty away from his old tag partner.

He lifts Kenty onto his shoulders, running to the centre of the ring and drilling him with a powerslam. Vortex then bounces off the ropes, hitting a big leg drop down across the throat of the world champion.

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

Kenty gets the shoulder up, Vortex lifts up Kenty in a side headlock. He sees Oko on his feet, he releases the side headlock and Oko runs in, hitting a leaping knee into the back of the head. Vortex and Oko look to each other, then nod. They lift up Kenty, before delivering a double brainbuster. Oko then covers.

RJ: They're working together?!

MW: Not what these fans wanted to see!

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

Oko gets to his feet, he steps aside which allows Vortex to pick up Kenty and connect with a backbreaker. He drags Kenty back across his chest before sending him into the corner with a fallaway slam. Oko then runs in, hitting a baseball slide into the gut. He drags Kenty away from the corner before making the cover again.

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

Vortex grabs Kenty by the head, he Irish whips him into the path of Oko who delivers a spin kick to the head. This staggers Kenty, but he manages to stay on his feet, but not for long as Vortex bounces off the ropes and takes him down with a flying shoulder tackle. Oko then springboards in off the top rope, hitting a diving headbutt on the World Champion. He allows Vortex to hook the leg.

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

Kenty kicks out, Vortex and Oko simultaneously lift Kenty to his feet and then launch him into the corner. Vortex sprints in, connecting with the VX Express before allowing Kenty to stumble out of the corner straight into Oko's trademark spinning heel kick. He covers.

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

RJ: The champ taking a lot of punishment here!

MW: But we are now 10 minutes into the match and he still has the title. A sixth of the way there to retaining the belt!

Oko drags up Kenty, he hits a running bulldog on the world champion. He then looks to Vortex, they nod. Vortex lifts Oko onto his shoulders in an electric chair position.

MW: We've seen this double team move before, he'll drop Oko down into a splash any moment...OH WOW!

RJ: Why did Oko trust Vortex?

MW: He just levelled him with a powerbomb!

RJ: That's what the fans wanted to see!

Vortex powerbombs Oko to the mat, he quickly covers.

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

Oko forces the shoulder up, Vortex quickly climbs onto Oko and begins pounding away at his head with a series of huge punches. Eventually, Vortex is forced away by the referee. He hardly lets the ref finish warning him before running in, hitting a brutal kick to the head of Oko. Vortex covers.

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

The big man quickly has Oko up, he lifts him high into the air before dropping him down into an Atomic drop. Vortex then runs off the ropes...

RJ: Wow!

MW: Vortex showing his athleticism, using the spinning heel kick that is such a trademark of Oko's!

RJ: He's really rubbing this in the fans faces.

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

Oko gets the shoulder up, Vortex quickly puts him into a full nelson hold. He drives a series of knees into the back before dragging Oko to his feet, drilling him into the mat with a Full Nelson slam. Vortex covers.

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

MW: Over A quarter of the way through now, and whilst Vortex has dominated the opening exchanges, he hasn't really come close to getting a pinfall.

RJ: He might do now, setting up for the Rupture...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE!

RJ: ADAMSON FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

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

Mike Bird: The current TAW Champion is now MAX ADAMSON...THERE ARE 40 MINUTES REMAINING!

Adamson rolls to his feet and allows himself to take in Clarissa's applause for a moment, then immediately going back on the attack. He lifts up Vortex straight after the gore, and throws him out over the top rope. Next he turns to Kenty, he too is sent flying over the top rope.

Oko is up, he runs in at Max who scoops him onto his shoulders and then nails a devastating F5!

RJ: Adamson doing exactly what we talked about, taking out the opposition.

MW: But now he has Crime Lord to deal with!

Crime Lord rolls in, he takes Adamson down with a chopblock and then begins to fire punches down into the back of the head. Adamson tries to escape towards the ropes but Crime Lord drags him back and then throws Max into the mat with a German suplex. He bridges over into the pin attempt.

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

Crime Lord rises up to his feet, he starts stomping away on the head of Max until the referee intervenes. Crimey then waits for Max to rise, before throwing him into the canvas with a delayed vertical suplex. Adamson staggers up, Crimey drives a knee up into the gut followed by a Fisherman suplex, bridging over into the pin attempt. Cover.

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

Adamson kicks out, Crime Lord quickly hauls him to his feet where he fires off a number of big European Uppercuts into the chin. Max falls back into the corner, Crime Lord then pummels away at the gut with a series of swift punches followed by driving his boot up into the throat of Max, choking him out. Eventually Crimey is forced to release, Max stumbles forward and Crime Lord hits a lifting DDT. He again hooks the leg.

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

Max forces the shoulder up, Crime Lord locks in a sleeper hold before dragging Max to his feet. He then drives knees into the back, before shoving Max into the corner where he follows up with a forearm smash into the back. Crime Lord nails a stinger splash, Adamson staggers out of the corner and Crime Lord takes him out with a running STO. Cover.

MW: Crime Lord really taking it to Adamson here.

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

Adamson gets the shoulder up, Crime Lord waits for Max to rise before setting up for The Custody only for Max to shove Crime Lord away. Kenty is on the top rope and he flies off, nailing a missile dropkick. Kenty rolls up, Max runs in at him and Kenty drop toe-holds him into the top turnbuckle.

Kenty then lifts Max up onto the top rope, he takes a few steps back before running in, climbing the turnbuckles and hitting a big jawbreaker on Max. Adamson falls forward, his legs caught on the 2nd rope. Kenty quickly applies a front facelock and drills Max to the mat with a Spike DDT.

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

Mr Kenty leaps to his feet, he drags up Max and puts him over his shoulders. He then runs and nails a rolling fireman's carry slam. Kenty climbs up to the top rope, where he dives off...

RJ: Senton bomb!

MW: Kenty wants that title back.

Ref: 1..........................2........................Crime Lord breaks the pin with the Mafia Mow Down. Crime Lord drags Kenty away and covers.

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

RJ: How did he kick out of that?!

Crime Lord gets up to his feet, he isn't put off by Kenty kicking out, he hauls him to his feet and slings him over his shoulders...

MW: LOCK N LOAD!

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

Mike Bird: Your current Undisputed Champion is now CRIME LORD...THERE IS NOW 30 MINUTES REMAINING!

MW: Half way through the match, and Crime Lord is the man in possession!

Crime Lord gets to his feet, but Adamson grabs him by the waist and throws him into the canvas with a German suplex. Max keeps the hold applied, lifting up Crime Lord and hitting a 2nd German suplex. Adamson then nails the third German suplex! Cover.

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

Adamson gets to his feet, Max lifts up Crime Lord and crashes a number of punches into the head of Crime Lord who falls into the corner. Max then runs in and hits a boot to the skull, Crime Lord stumbles away, Max runs off the ropes and nails the Fa-Maxxer. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Max lost the belt without getting pinned, which is the danger of this match, so now he is trying to reclaim it as quickly as possible!

Crime Lord forces the shoulder up, Max lifts him to his feet where he Irish whips him to the corner. Max then runs in, hitting a big back elbow smash. He then lifts Crime Lord up onto the top rope, where Adamson then follows suit. Max punches away at the head of Crime Lord before setting up for a super-plex...

MW: This can't end well, it won't end well.

RJ: VORTEX!

MW: OH MY GOD!

RJ: WHAT A MOVE!

MW: VORTEX POWERBOMBS ADAMSON WHICH IN TURN ALLOWS HIM TO HIT A SUPERPLEX!

RJ: UNBELIEVABLE POWER FROM VORTEX! COVER!

Vortex slowly gets to his feet, he crawls towards Crime Lord and makes the cover.

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

Mike Bird: Your current Undisputed Champion is now VORTEX...there is 25 minutes remaining!

Vortex slowly gets to his feet, he surveys the wreckage around him. Adamson is still lay flat out, as is Crime Lord. Vortex spots Kenty in the corner, he runs in and squashes him with the VX Express. Kenty stumbles out of the corner, Vortex bounces out of the opposite corner and nails Kenty with a huge clothesline. Vortex obviously doesn't cover, instead choosing to go back after Crime Lord.

He hauls up Crime Lord, lifts him onto the ring apron, holds Crime Lord back over the ropes with one hand before pummeling away on Crimey's chest with his other hand ala Sheamus. Eventually the big man relents, and Crime Lord drops off the ring apron to the outside.

Vortex spins around only for his old tag team partner to nail him with a spinning heel kick. Oko quickly makes the cover attempt.

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

Oko rolls to his feet, he waits for Vortex to rise before stamping on his feet and then hitting a kick to the knee. This forces Vortex down to a kneeling position, at which point Oko smashes knees up into the face and head of his old tag team partner. He then bounces off the ropes, hitting a big knee into the back. He covers.

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

RJ: The fans are getting to see what they want....again!

MW: And this time, it is the right man getting the beating in their eyes.

Vortex again kicks out, Oko quickly drags him towards the corner, Vortex's front rested against the turnbuckle. Oko then runs in, hitting a dropkick to the back. He follows this up with another running dropkick to the back, and then a running knee to the back. Vortex slowly falls out of the corner, straight into an Oko backbreaker. Cover.

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

Oko rolls to his feet, he immediately goes after the back again stomping away on it until the ref steps in. Oko then allows Vortex to his feet...

RJ: Fisherman's suplex!

MW: There's a clear plan of action here from Oko, targetting the back of Vortex.

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

Vortex again kicks out, Oko rolls Vortex onto his front. He stands across both legs of Vortex, he then starts pulling both of his arms back before dropping back towards the canvas...

MW: Land of the rising sun!

RJ: Oko's Mexican Surfboard submission hold locked in!

MW: He's set this up with that offence, fantastic work from Johnny Oko!

Oko wrenches back on the hold as the camera shows Vortex's face contorted in agony as the crowd cheer and chant Oko's name. He continues pulling back on the hold as the ref constantly checks on Vortex, who refuses to give up.

RJ: He's going to have tap soon, that way he might still be able to get himself back into this match.

MW: He looks close to tapping RJ, he can't last much longer.

Oko continues pulling back on the submission, and Vortex is starting to fade, the ref checks on him, grabbing his hand once and it drops down without response. He grabs the hand a 2nd time and again no response. He grabs the hand a third time...

RJ: FROG SPLASH FROM KENTY!

MW: HE CAME FROM NOWHERE!

Kenty nails the frog splash, which sends Vortex's full body weight down onto Oko. Kenty kicks Vortex away from Oko, before hauling up the Japanese star...

RJ: MIC CHECK!

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

Mike Bird: Your current Undisputed Champion is MR KENTY...There is 17 minutes remaining!

Mr Kenty gets to his feet, he sees Crime Lord getting back to his feet on the outside, Kenty runs the ropes and dives down onto him. Kenty gets to his feet and rolls back into the ring, where Max Adamson is up.

Kenty lifts up Max, he hits him with a knee-lift facebuster that sends Max falling into the ropes. Kenty then runs in at Max, who meets him head on with a superkick. Kenty springs to his feet groggily and runs at Max, who back body drops him down to the canvas.

The reigning champion rolls away into the ropes, Max pulls him up and pummels away at the gut with punches, before trying to dump Kenty out of the ring. However he lands on the ring apron. Kenty sees Crime Lord again stirring to his feet, he sets up for an Asai moonsault but as Kenty leaps onto the rope to spring back, Adamson hits a bullhammer elbow that sends Kenty flying to the outside himself.

Adamson spins around looking smug only for Johnny Oko to run in and hit him with a capoeira kick. Adamson falls into the ropes, Oko manages to dump Max over the top rope. Oko goes up to the top rope, he stands waiting for the three men to rise...

RJ: OH WOW!

MW: 450 SPLASH ONTO KENTY, ADAMSON AND CRIME LORD!

RJ: OKO IS PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS HERE!

Oko slowly stirs to his feet on the outside and the crowd salute him. He picks up Kenty, rolling him in under the bottom rope and making the cover.

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

Kenty somehow gets the shoulder up, Oko goes back to the outside, he rolls in Crime Lord and makes the cover on him.

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

MW: Another kick out!

Oko again goes to the outside, this time he lifts up Max but Oko is forcefully shoved into the ring apron by the Australian. Max then rolls Oko in under the bottom rope, before going up top himself. He waits for Oko to rise.

RJ: Crossbody...

MW: ROLLED THROUGH!

Ref: 1.......................2........................Adamson kicks out!

Both wrestlers leap to their feet...

RJ: K-OKO KICK!

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

MW: WHAT A MOVE BY JOHNNY OKO!

RJ: NAILED IT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Mike Bird: Your current Undisputed Champion is JOHNNY OKOOOO...There is now 10 minutes remaining!

MW: We are reaching the business end of this match now, just 10 minutes to go! This is where people get desperate, the moves get bigger, and the rules go completely out of the window.

Oko leaps to his feet, he pats his waist as if to indicate a world title. His celebrations are cut short by his old tag partner Vortex, who grabs Oko and drills him into the canvas with a side slam. He quickly hooks the leg.

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

Vortex drags Oko to his feet, he sets up for a powerbomb but Oko counters with a hurracanrana that sends Vortex into the corner. Oko then starts firing away with knife-edge chops to the chest of his old tag partner, which the crowd woo along with. Oko retreats back, before running in going for a splash...

RJ: Vortex caught him...

MW: RUPTURE!

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

Mike Bird: The current champion is now VORTEXXXX....There is 8 minutes remaining!

Vortex gets to his feet, he starts stomping away on Oko who rolls back into the corner. Vortex then clinches him by the waist, throwing him out across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Vortex runs towards Oko, but he is cut off in mid-run by Crime Lord who delivers a huge Spinebuster! He makes the cover.

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

Crime Lord gets to his feet, he changes tact, going after Johnny Oko. He drags the Japanese star out from the corner, before hitting a big suplex. Crime Lord then bounces off the ropes, nailing the Mafia Mow Down! Cover.

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

Oko now forces the shoulder up. Crime Lord goes back after Vortex, he lifts him up and nails The Custody!

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

MW: Another kick out!

RJ: How the hell is Vortex doing it?

MW: He doesn't want to lose that title. He is now just 5 minutes away from retaining that title belt!

Crime Lord starts punching away on the head of Vortex, but soon realises that is just wasting time. Oko is pulling himself up using the ropes, Crime Lord lifts Johnny Oko onto his shoulders. Oko desperately clings onto the ropes, but Crime Lord drags him away...

RJ: LOCK N LOAD!

MW: That's it!

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

Mike Bird: Your current Undisputed Champion is CRIME LORD...THERE IS FOUR MINUTES REMAINING!

Crimey lifts up Johnny Oko, he grabs him by the head and launches him out over the top rope. Vortex is up, Crime Lord then sends him out over the top rope. Vortex tries to go back after Crimey, but Oko drags him back and the two start exchanging huge punches.

Crime Lord is stood looking down on the two brawling, he turns around...

MW: GORE! GORE! GORE!

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

Mike Bird: Your Current Undisputed Champion is MAX ADAMSON...THERE IS THREE MINUTES REMAINING!

RJ: Max Adamson is the champion, and he is now just three minutes away from winning his first ever 6WF Title!

MW: That gore looks to have finished off Crime Lord, he doesn't look like he'll be getting up anytime soon. Oko and Vortex are slugging it out on the outside, it's Adamson's for the taking!

RJ: Adamson just needs to hold on for these three minutes and he will be walking away with the title belt...

MW: That might be easier said than done, here comes Kenty! He has three minutes to win that title back!

Kenty rolls under the bottom rope, he gets to his feet and glares at Max who stares straight back at Kenty.

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!

RJ: This is what the fans have been waiting for. This is what the fans come to see a Time Attack match for.

MW: These are the moments that go down in the history-books. This is going to be 2 and a half minutes of all out...

Suddenly the arena is sent into pitch-black darkness as the lights go down.

RJ: What the hell?

MW: What is happening here? There's two minutes left of this match, someone get the lights back on!

RJ: Who's behind this?! What's happening?

The lights flick back on and the crowd descend into a mixture of booing and stunned silence.

RJ: My god, it's them! And look how many there are of them! There must be 12 to 15 of them surrounding the ring!

MW: They're back! The whole ring is surrounded by Zhilots, the men wearing hoods who tonight are donning their Cassius Zhi masks. These men who have wreaked havoc through 6WF in the past few months and who ruined the world title match at Chaos as well.

RJ: They have no business out here. What point are they trying to make? Who are they targetting? There seems to be no direction to their involvement in 6WF.

MW: I don't think they have a goal 'Arj, they just seem intent on causing mayhem.

Max Adamson and Kenty look to each other, they nod and then beckon the Zhilots into the ring.

RJ: Kenty and Adamson aren't going to run away from these men anymore, they want to fight!

Two Zhilots roll into the ring and go after Adamson and Kenty, Max knocks one down with a huge clothesline whilst Kenty boots another in the gut and throws him into the corner. Kenty starts punching away at the stomach of a Zhilot whilst Adamson drives shoulders into the stomach of another.

Another two Zhilots hit the ring, one runs in towards Adamson who sees him coming, turning around and nailing the Zhilot with a gore! The 2nd Zhilot is about to go after Max when Kenty cuts him off with a running boot to the head. The crowd are cheering loudly as another couple of Zhilots hit the ring, only for Adamson and Kenty to begin beating away on them as well.

The cheering gets even louder as Oko and Vortex roll to their feet on the outside. they both pull a Zhilot off the ring apron and begin beating away on them.

MW: 6WF is standing up and fighting the Zhilots. They aren't getting it their own way tonight.

RJ: These men may not like each other, but they've all got a common enemy, and it is these Zhilots. They have run rough-shot over 6WF and now the roster is doing something about it!

Vortex launches his Zhilot into the crowd whilst Oko dropkicks another into the time-keepers area. Another runs in at Vortex who catches him over his shoulders and drives him into the steel ring post, whilst Oko nails a roundhouse kick on another on-rushing Zhilot.

RJ: My god, how many of these Zhilots are there?!

MW: Adamson, Kenty, Vortex and Oko are trying their best but the numbers are starting to catch up on them I think.

Oko is taken down by a Zhilot with a double axe-handle to the back of the head, whilst Vortex is restrained by two more Zhilots. In the ring, some of the ones who had been taken out earlier roll to their feet and help beating down Max Adamson and Kenty, who had been dominating another Zhilots.

RJ: This is an impossible situation for these men to fight out of, no matter how hard they try.

MW: There is just so god damn many of them RJ! Just as you think you're getting the upper-hand, you've got to deal with another Zhilot!

The crowd suddenly erupt as "Monster" roars out through the speakers and Saint comes striding out onto the stage. He builds into a sprint as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.

RJ: The Saint is here!

MW: 6WF's General Manager has had enough!

RJ: Thank god he's here! The Saint is coming to make the save for his roster, for his show, for his company!

MW: We certainly needed some more bodies out here to deal with the Zhilots and Saint answered the call.

Saint drags a Zhilot away from Max, decking him with a right-hand. Saint then drags another from Kenty before ducking that Zhilot. Adamson then sends one down to the canvas himself, as does Kenty. Another Zhilot rolls to their feet in the ring and Saint hits a huge forearm to knock him straight back to the canvas.

Three Zhilots who were beating down on Vortex and Oko roll into the ring, Adamson takes one down with a clothesline, Saint takes one with a huge right uppercut and Kenty with an elbow smash.

RJ: Adamson, Kenty and The Saint are knocking these Zhilots down one by one!

Some more Zhilots leap over the railings and slide into the ring, only to be immediately knocked down by Saint, Adamson and Kenty. Another three come through the crowd and into the ring, and again they are immediately sent into the canvas by the combination of Saint, Kenty and Adamson.

MW: More of them!

RJ: There's a never-ending supply of these Zhilots. They are coming from absolutely everywhere, they're just getting knocked down by Saint, Adamson and Kenty but more and more just keep on coming.

MW: Where are they coming from? Who the hell are they? And what the hell do they want with this company?

RJ: I don't know Michael. There is no purpose to their attacks. There is no specific target. They are just trying to cause as much chaos as possible. They just want to disrupt everything.

MW: But they just keep on getting knocked down RJ, they aren't putting up much of a fight.

Suddenly the crowd explode in noise...

RJ: WHAT THE?

MW: ONE'S STILL STANDING!

RJ: HE'S JUST BEEN NAILED BY A SAINT RIGHT-HAND, BUT UNLIKE THE OTHERS, HE DIDN'T HIT THE MAT.

MW: HE'S STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT THE GENERAL MANAGER!

RJ: HIT HIM AGAIN SAINT!

Saint crashes another right-hand into the head of this Zhilot, but he stays standing.

MW: IT DIDN'T WORK RJ! HE'S STILL STANDING!

RJ: THE SAINT IS IN SHOCK!

6WF's General manager takes a step back, the Zhilot has his head bowed as Saint glares at him. Slowly, the Zhilot lifts his head up. He then brings his hand to his face, covering the mask. He then moves his hand to the bottom of the mask, lifting it up and slowly removing the mask from his face completely.

RJ: OH MY GOD!

MW: NO WAY!

RJ: IT CAN'T BE! IT CAN'T BE HIM!

MW: WHAT THE HELL? HE'S ACTUALLY HERE?!

RJ: IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

MW: I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D SEE HIM AGAIN!

RJ: THIS IS NOT GOOD NEWS.

MW: THE CROWD ARE IN SHOCK.

RJ: KENTY AND MAX ARE IN SHOCK.

MW: WE ARE IN SHOCK, THE SAINT IS MOST DEFINITELY IN SHOCK!

The camera zooms in on the face of the Zhilot who removed his mask, and as it gets closer, it reveals the face of Cassius Zhi, trademark demented grin etched across his face as he stares at a stunned Saint.

RJ: HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK!

MW: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!

Zhi stares at The Saint, before mouthing...."I am Cassius Zhi." The Zhilots have re-grouped on the outside, surrounding the ring, as Saint is frozen to the spot, looking straight at Cassius Zhi. The silence is deafening as the crowd look on in shock.

RJ: CASSIUS IS BACK!

MW: ZHI HAS RETURNED! ZHI WAS THE MAN BEHIND ALL OF THIS!

RJ: ZHI CAUSED THE CHAOS. ZHI RECRUITED THESE FOLLOWERS. ZHI IS THE MAN WHO HAS ORDERED ALL OF THIS DISRUPTION AND HAVOC THAT HAS ENGULFED 6WF.

"They Say" blares out all around the arena, as Explosion goes off air with Cassius Zhi staring down at The Saint, who still can't believe