6WF Lockdown Results 18/08

"In the end" is playing quietly as Lockdown goes live to air, as a VT begins to run...

Voiceover: Redemption was a night where new enemies were made...

James lifts up Ree, he sets up for Faithless but Ree manages to hit him with a jawbreaker. James falls into the ropes, Ree runs towards him but James pulls down the top rope and sends Ree flying out over the top rope and crashing into the announce table.

Clarke James steps down to the outside, he goes to pick up Ree but is shoved back by The Teacher. James runs back in...

MW: Ree nailed him with the briefcase!

Voiceover: Redemption...the act of regaining or gaining possession of something...some achieved that...

Visage drops off the apron, he glares at Dragon and Hidari before shoving Dragon back. He walks forward, but Hidari places his arm across the front of Dragon, stopping him. Hidari stands staring at Visage, who glares back wide-eyed. Hidari holds his hands up and retreats slowly, as Dragon follows reluctantly. Visage turns to return to the ring where Yagurama sprints in and hits a huge clothesline that knocks Visage to the floor.

In the ring, McManus is up and he lifts Nogami onto his shoulders...

RJ: Tombstone...dropped down the back...reverse DDT!

MW: Nogami going up top...and Yagurama is making sure that Visage won't get in the ring, choking him out on the floor!

RJ: NOGAMI SPLASH!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...the winners of this match by way of PINFALL and NEWWWW 6WF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...KENZAKI NOGAMI AND TSUKASA YAGURAMA...DOPANT ZEROOOOO!

Voiceover: Some found their redemption...

BD, Takeo, Kincade and Stevens begin walking up the ramp, getting ready to face off against security. The security stand staring at the four wrestlers advancing on them and decided to bail, turning and leaving the top of the ramp.

MW: A wise decision I think.

The four men look at each other, they grin at the security scurrying away. Takeo and Blue Dragon then walk off to leave the ramp...

RJ: DAMN IT!

MW: BLINDSIDED BY STEVENS AND KINCADE!

RJ: I THOUGHT THEY WERE WORKING TOGETHER?!

MW: THEY WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO WORK TOGETHER RJ!

Kincade levels BD in the back of the head with a kendo stick while Stevens takes out Takeo with multiple shots of the baseball, driving it into the back of Takeo who collapses forward, clutching at his back. Stevens and Kincade drive their weapons into the back of Blue Dragon and Lukas Takeo.

VO: Some did not...

MW: What in the hell?

RJ: Oh my god! No!

MW: No! No!

RJ: They've got the Consultant! The Consultant has been taken hostage by the Zhilots!

MW: They've got him in a straight-jacket!

RJ: There is no way of escape for The Consultant. The Zhilots can't be allowed to do this, someone stop them!

MW: I don't believe it, how have they done this? Why are they doing this? What are they thinking?

RJ: No-one knows what they're thinking, what Zhi is thinking. That is what makes them so dangerous.

MW: Saint's best laid plans have just been dismantled by Zhi. He is shocked beyond belief.

The Zhilots walk The Consultant to the edge of the stage. Some of the fans scream, but most of them are deadly silent. The Zhilots have The Consultant teetering on the edge of the stage, keeping hold of him. The Saint is up out of his chair, pleading with Cassius Zhi to not do it.

RJ: Zhi is enjoying this, the sick son of bitch!

Saint continues to plead with Cassius, he smirks back before turning to the stage and nodding...

MW: NO!

RJ: GOD DAMN IT! GET THE MEDICS OUT HERE!

MW: EMTS NOW! GET THEM TO THE CONSULTANT!

RJ: HE'S JUST BEEN PUSHED OFF TO THE STAGE TO THE FLOOR!

The Saint runs at Zhi, but he can't get past the line of security who are holding him back. Zhi stands there, just a few feet away from Saint, smirking. The Saint tries to clamber over the top to get at Zhi but he is still held back.

RJ: Let him go! Let him get Zhi!

Cassius turns around, walking away from The Saint and back up the stage to huge boos. The Zhilots converge into a single line, following their leader backstage as emts rush out and leap down to tend to The Consultant who is lay flat, motionless on the floor in the straight jacket.

MW: Saint is being escorted out by his own security staff!

VO: But in the end, it came down to one man, and he achieved his ultimate goal. He finally had his Redemption!

RJ: GORE! GORE! GORE!

MW: HE HIT IT AGAIN!

Adamson slumps down onto Kenty, one arm draped over him.

RJ: IT'S HAPPENING!

MW: NEW CHAMPION!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

MW: HE'S FINALLY DONE IT! HE'S FINALLY DONE IT!

RJ: ADAMSON HAS FINALLY DONE IT! ADAMSON IS THE CHAMPION! ADAMSON IS THE CHAMPION!

MW: COME ON MAX! YES! WHAT A WIN! WHAT A MAN! NEW CHAMPION!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman...the winner of this match by way of PINFALL AND NEWWWWWWWWW 6WF UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...MAXXXXX ADDAMSSSONNNNNNNN!

The music ends as the tron fades to black...

The camera cuts to the LG Arena in Birmingham as 'Rest In Pieces' blares through the speakers and the fans go wild as an amazing display of pyrotechnics and strobe lighting illuminate the top of the stage. The camera pans to the commentary...

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman welcome to Lockdown!

MW: We're live from the sold out LG Arena and broadcasting on Eurosport and Eurosport HD! And wow, what a show we have in store for you tonight!

RJ: Coming off the back of one of 6WF's biggest Pay Per Views in many years, Redemption, we will have all the fall-out here for you tonight.

MW: And there is bound to be plenty of fall-out, particularly with what happened in our main event...but more on that later!

RJ: We've got the return of Team Japan to deal with, the success of Cameron Faith in the champion vs Champion match, and we have a new N01 contender to the Undisputed Title.

MW: And all of those are in action tonight, Let's get this show on the road!

"#1808"
"He's coming"
"Where did Max buy that title?"
"Clarke, please teach Tom Ree a lesson!"
"It's Takeo Time"

RJ: We are live at the LG Arena and broadcasting on Eurosport and Eurosport HD, and as you can see we are ready to go with Max Adamson's Undisputed Championship celebration!

MW: I still can't believe he won RJ, he overcame a hellacious beating from the Zhi-lots, and a concussion, just days before the match yet he defeated Mr Kenty and now comes the part we've all been waiting for...

The ring is decked out in a red carpet with balloons on each turnbuckle, there is a red carpet down the entrance ramp as well. Eight trumpeters walk out and stand four either side of the ramp, and begin to play fanfare inside the sold out LG Arena. The fanfare ends before there is a short pause, and "Lonely Boy" by the Black Keys begins to play, the crowd reaction is mixed, with some fans cheering and others booing. Adamson walks out to the top of the ramp, he is wearing a green, blue, red and brown tartan suit and has the 6WF World Championship belt on one shoulder and the TAW World Championship belt on the other.

MW: Now that's how a Champion looks RJ, not like Kenty in his t-shirts.

RJ: Being a Champion isn't about dress sense Michael...

Adamson gets to the bottom of the ramp and looks around the arena, he readjusts the titles on his shoulders and climbs the ring steps, before beckoning the Mike Bird to walk over and open the ropes for him. Adamson steps through the ropes and takes the microphone from Mike Bird before smiling as the crowd are still mixed!

MW: These people don't know whether to cheer or boo him RJ!

RJ: I think it's a mixture of respect for what he's achieved crossed with disdain for how he achieved it...

Max: I think it's only right that we relive one particular moment from Redemption right here, right now.

Adamson hands Mike Bird the microphone and gives him an instruction....

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentlemen...the NEWWWWWWWWW 6WF UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...MAXXXXX ADDAMSSSONNNNNNNN!

Adamson holds aloft his titles and cheers as the crowd once again is a mixture of cheers and boos, Adamson thanks Mike Bird and takes the microphone back, Mike Bird leaves the ring...

Max: Those words, I'm not gonna lie, are words I thought I would never hear in my career. Almost six years ago I debuted in 6WF, I have had to overcome cliques, I was typecast as the nearly man, as the joker, as the choker, as the token Aussie. In my time in 6WF I had close to THIRTY World Championship matches. A lot of them were multi-man matches, but the fact remains, I was constantly squashed underneath that glass ceiling while others burst through, some on their own, some with a lot of support from backstage. A lot of this spawns from Chris Patricks' death...

The crowd begin to boo as Adamson has that smirk on his face....

Max: As I said at Redemption, when Chris died, it was that moment, surrounded by the emotion and the horror of Chris' fatal car crash, that I knew what I needed to do. What and who I needed to be. For five years I’d been that guy. The class clown. The guy everyone found funny. I was the Australian Champion. I was the former European, Freeweight and Tag Team Champion. I was one half of Maxi-Pad. The Australian Phenom. The Thunder from Down Under. I had the catchy t-shirts, the wacky celebrity friends, I partied a lot. I had my unbeaten record at Born In Fire. But I hadn’t fulfilled my potential. And THAT was the moment when it dawned on me. I knew it was Chris holding me back. I’d lived in the shadow of Chris Patricks for years, and at that moment when I needed my friend to guide me, he left me. And there I was. The biggest failure on the roster. That night, when Chris died, I knew it had to become about me. I needed to be selfish. Screw the fans, fuck the legacy. It’s all about Max Adamson. And I made it my mission to fulfill my potential, to stop being the joker, to stop being the perennial underachiever. And to finally be the World Champion I was destined to become all those years ago.

Adamson readjusts the titles on his shoulders again before continuing...

Max: I overcame everything that was in my path. I defeated without a doubt, pound for pound, one of the toughest World Champions in 6WF history. If you want proof, it took a Mic Check and two Gores at the end of our match to keep that two hundred and thirty pound son of a bitch down for three seconds! Not only did I defeat him, but I defeated him in the face of the most corrupt General Manager in 6WF history. In the face of The Saint, who uttered the immortal words last month, "as far as I'm concerned, whilst I sit behind this desk, Max Adamson won't be The Undisputed World Champion."

Adamson smirks as he holds up the titles...

Max: The Saint was ringside when Max Adamson proved him one hundred percent WRONG. So not only did I defeat one of the toughest 6WF Champions in history, not only did I overcome the obstacle of a corrupt GM intent on preventing me from becoming Champion, there was the presence of Cassius Zhi and the Zhi-lots, attempting to interfere in the match and nearly crippling The Consultant by throwing him off the stage, all this while our General Manager feigned fury and anger. And as if that wasn't distraction enough, I did all of this while still under the effects of a concussion. Redemption was my night, I achieved my destiny, I fulfilled my potential, against the toughest champion, in the face of the most corrupt General Manager, avoiding distraction from the very people who injured and concussed me only days earlier, while still suffering from a concussion, and HERE I STAND, irrespective of all of that, as your 6WF Undisputed Champion of the World.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

RJ: I’m guessing The Saint has heard enough!

The crowd roar with approval as ‘Monster’ by Skillet plays and The Saint storms down the ramp, smiling at a handful of fans...

MW: Is there nothing this man won’t do to get attention? This should be about Max, not The Saint...

The Saint climbs the ring steps and stares over at Max...

TS: I can assure you, Max, that at no point tonight did I want to be involved in any part of your celebration. Whilst your entitled to your opinion, I can assure you I had nothing to do with the assault on Charlie. Nor am I happy about it. Infact, I’m pretty pissed off, so if you wanna keep running that mouth of yours, Max, carry on, cause I’m in the right frame of mind to fill it...

*Crowd Pop*

MA: Oh, and wouldn’t that just be typical of you, Saint. Further enhancing your reputation as a neglectful, negligent General Manager. Just exactly how did you get this job, Saint? How many apples did you have to polish to get your name above the door? Was it worth it, Saint? Was it worth the careers that have ended? Was it worth the injuries suffered? Just how many lives are you going to put at risk until you come clean with your agenda?

TS: What agenda?

MA: Oh don’t play dumb, Saint. We all know your game, we’ve seen your highlight reel, we know your history, what you’re capable off. Remember Saint, YOU said it... "as far as I'm concerned, whilst I sit behind this desk, Max Adamson won't be The Undisputed World Champion."

Max moves closer to Saint, staring him in the eyes...

MA: Exactly how much does it piss you off, Saint? How does it feel knowing I’m now Undisputed Champion? How does it feel knowing that I overcame EVERY, SINGLE obstacle you put in my way? That I competed at serious risk to my health and well being to end this reign of tyranny that you’ve put 6WF under. Tell me, Saint? How does it feeling knowing that everything you attempted failed. That I achieved this in spite of you...

The Saint steps back, clearly angered by the comments...

TS: In spite of me? What exactly have I done, directly to you?

Max laughs...

MA: Are you serious? Cassius? The Zhilots? The assaults? The fact that they have come here for one reason and one reason only, for you! They aren’t interested in me, Kenty, Crime Lord, or anyone else on this roster. They want you. They want this company, and YOU allowed it to happen. You could’ve taken yourself out of the equation, but you didn’t. You put everyone in this company at risk. A week before the biggest match in my career and I’m laid out on the floor, concussed and on the verge of missing my shot because of YOU, no wonder I’ve had to source some outside protection...

RJ: What?!

MW: What?!

TS: What?!

MA: Oh, you heard me alright, Saint. You think after what I went through, and where I am now that I’d just keep coming back for more? I’ve got the biggest target in this company wedged to my back. I’ve got an arsehole of a General Manager doing whatever the hell he wants, and nobody to protect me. Call it an epiphany; call it a vision from God. I’ve hired someone to watch my back. To watch over me, like a Guardian Angel...

RJ: Is he for real?

MW: I’m guessing so, look at that guy...

The crowd are silent as a mysterious figure begins to walk through the crowd. Dressed in a white suit with blue trim, his long hair sweeps across a masked face...

RJ: What’s the deal with the face?

MW: I know as much as you, ‘Arj, but this guy looks weird...

The crowd murmur as the figure climbs the steps and stands behind Max...

MA: I’ve finally got someone to watch my back. To ensure I’m not left as the sole victim of an attack destined for you. To make sure that I get to defend this title fairly. To ensure I’m no longer put at risk because of your failures as a General Manager...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The Saint laughs to himself, looking exasperated as he stares out into the crowd...

TS: You know what, Max? Do whatever you think is best. Think whatever you like about me or how I run this company. I’m not interested in your conspiracy theories. I don’t care for your accusations or the assassinations on my character. If you need a Guardian Angel, then you crack on, but I’ll be watching you, Max.

MA: Like you’ve watched recently? Watched as I’ve been assaulted, battered, bruised and humiliated. And then you have the audacity to come out here during my celebration and try to get your ego boosted? You’re pathetic.

TS: Really, Max? I’m pathetic?

MA: You’re damn right you are...

RJ: This is pathetic; Saint is just trying to do his job...

TS: ENOUGH!

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

TS: I’m bored of you as champion already, Max. I had planned to let you enjoy your celebration, you know, savour the moment, but I’m just going to come out and tell you now...

MW: Tell him what?

MA: Tell me what?

TS: Next week, Crime Lord is cashing in his shot. It’s going to be Max Adamson versus Crime Lord for the 6WF Undisputed Champion, live on Lockdown.

The Saint smiles and heads off out of the ring as Adamson fumes. The Saint turns and smirks at Max...

TS: Welcome to being champion, Max!

‘Monster’ plays out as The Saint walks up the ramp...

RJ: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO KICK OFF LOCKDOWN! NEXT WEEK, CRIME LORD VERSUS MAX FOR THE TITLE!

MW: THE SAINT CAN’T DO THAT!

RJ: HE JUST DID! AND NO AMOUNT OF GUARDIAN ANGELS ARE GONNA HELP HIM!

Adamson continues to fume in the ring as Lockdown heads to commercial.

The camera cuts backstage to show Team Japan stood in a line. Dragon, Nogami and Yagamura look on as Kenji Hidari stares down the camera...

Hidari: It has been a while since I spoke on this but let it be known. That the man before you hasn't changed at all. There is still moves to be made here in 6WF. Following with people to destroy the inside out! Step 1 was completed when I return at Redemption and seek destruction on 6WF. My return is official and I'm not going until I cease what I came here for!

Hidari holds up a picture of Max Adamson clutching the Undisputed World Titles...

Hidari: Those belts are a sign of power. Those titles represents how much of a threat you are in this company. As of now I see no threat. All I see is a man without a purpose as champion. Yet this company want to acknowledge boyhood dreams and wishes. I never had a dream. I never had a wish. All I had was these hands to climb and fight my way through life. There is nothing more important than Japan! That's why I was recruited as a member of Team Japan along with a host of others to represent my country across the world from 21 until I went to 6CW. Yeah 3 years ago I was in brought into 6CW. And three years later I'm here today with my own agenda and with my own brotherhood.

Hidari pauses, removing his Team Japan tracksuit jacket and taking his shirt off. The other members follow suit and stand bare chested, tossing their shirts into a metal trash can...

Hidari: From this day on my brotherhood there will be no more Team Japan...

Hidari removes a small can of lighter fluid from his trousers and pours it into the can. Dragon hands him a small box of matches and Hidari removes one, scratching it against the side of the box and tossing it into the can as the flames quickly engulf the can...

Hidari: From now on Team Japan is in the ember of that fire. Now there's nothing more important than the Japanese Dynasty. This is a Dynasty and you're living in a nightmare. These shirts represents our the old. They represent the past of Team Japan. A shaded past. A past betrayed by infighting and dishonour.

Hidari reaches down, grabbing a package before turning round and handing out a new shirt to each member, he turns and pulls the shirt over his head, the camera zooms in on the lettering...

[center] 帝国
(Empire)[center]

Hidari pulls the camera up. His face replaced with a samurai mask, Dragon, Nogami and Yagamura all pull their masks over their faces and kneel behind Hidari...

Hidari: Tonight... Project F.E.A.R will seek their revenge against a man who cost them the Tag Team Titles. But I am not just one man.

Project F.E.A.R you're not just facing me... You're facing Sons of An Empire.

Rise and Conquer.


Project F.E.A.R, the Empire is rising.

Walk with them.

Hidari bows his head and the scene fades to black.

Match 1

RJ: Tag team action to start off Lockdown!

MW: And it sees the return to Lockdown of two fantastic competitors, who rejoined 6WF at Redemption.

RJ: Rejoined and immediately making their presence known, interfering in the tag team title match and handing the win to Dopant Zero, making them the new champions.

MW: Dopant Zero were going to win anyway RJ, Dragon and Kenji Hidari just sped the process up a little.

“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 straight down to the ring. The duo pace down the ramp, Visage climbs up the steps and onto the top rope before diving in while Berg climbs in over the top rope.

RJ: I think these two will be looking to exact a bit of immediate revenge on Hidari and Dragon after Redemption.

MW: F.E.A.R had a good run as champions RJ, they were bound to lose eventually. They should be blaming The Parasite Killers for losing the match, that's where they should be directing their anger.

"The Essence" blazes out through the speakers and the crowd descend into huge boos as Kenji Hidari strolls out onto the stage with all of his trademark confidence. Hidari stands on the spot before walking forward slowly, as "JPop drop" hits and the booing continues as Dragon walks out, flanked on either side by Dopant Zero, who have their tag team titles wrapped around their waists. They line up alongside Hidari, who leads the way down to the ring as Project F.E.A.R watch on. Hidari and Dragon roll in, while Dopant Zero walk around the outside of the ring.

RJ: I always thought that it would be a matter of time before Hidari returned after Dopant Zero re-emerged, but I never thought I'd see Dragon joining Team Japan. In his previous spell in 6WF, he spent a lot of his time trying to fight them off!

MW: Clearly he's seen the light RJ, he has seen how Hidari has re-focused Dopant Zero after their falling out, he wants the same for his career. There is nothing wrong with that.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Visage starts the match off for F.E.A.R while Dragon is beckoned forward by Hidari. The duo lock-up, but neither gains the advantage. Dragon drops his arms but Visage quickly drops the latest member of Team Japan with a throat chop. Dragon falls to one knee, where Visage quickly drives a succession of knees into the side of the head. Visage then bounces off the ropes, hitting a leaping snapmare. Visage covers.

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

Dragon drives the shoulder up, Visage quickly starts booting away on the head of Dragon who rolls back into the ropes. Visage springs over the top rope, dropping a leg down across the throat. Visage then runs along the ring apron, hitting a kick to the head. He pushes Dragon back to the middle of the ring, before sliding in and covering.

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

RJ: Visage started this match off like a house on fire, it isn't surprising after losing their titles.

MW: It's exactly what we expected RJ. You also have to remember that Dragon and Hidari haven't competed for a while.

Visage locks Dragon in a front facelock, bringing him to his feet where he drives a succession of big elbows into the side of the head that back the former freeweight champion into the ropes. Visage whips him firmly across the ring, Visage then bounces off the ropes and meets Dragon in the middle with a spinning back elbow smash into the side of the head.

RJ: What an impact on that move!

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

Dragon kicks out, Visage rolls to his feet and again goes on the attack with stomps down into the head of Dragon. He hauls him to a vertical base before going for a Russian legsweep, but Dragon blocks and then counters with a belly to back suplex. Visage rolls up, he runs at Dragon who takes him down with a quick spinning heel kick. He hooks the leg.

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

Dragon synchs in an armbar. He drags Visage to the corner where the tag is made to Kenji Hidari. He climbs to the top rope before diving off and hitting a double axe handle to the right arm. Visage stumbles back and Dragon runs out of the corner, knocking him down with a dropkick before leaving the ring. Hidari covers the former tag champion.

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

Visage gets the shoulder up. Hidari quickly goes on the attack with a number of big elbows down into the face, before allowing Visage to his feet. He then clutches him by the waist before throwing him down with a belly to belly suplex. Visage staggers up and Hidari lifts a knee up into the gut, then lifting Visage into the air and nailing a brainbuster. He hooks the leg.

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

MW: Dragon was showing some ring rust, but not Hidari. He's still got it!

Hidari stands over Visage, waiting for him to rise. He then sprints in, hitting a double knee to the face that sends Visage staggering into the corner. Hidari tags out to Dragon, he hits a succession of headbutts on the former tag champion before waiting for Visage to walk out of the corner...

RJ: RKO from Dragon!

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

Dragon hauls up Visage, he whips him out across the ring and then leaps into the air on the rebound, hitting a high knee to the head. Dragon goes to the top rope, waiting for Visage to rise. He stirs up, Dragon leaps off going for a clothesline but Visage jumps into the air and nails a spinning kick to the head.

Both men are down, Visage rolls to the corner...

MW: Here comes Udo Berg!

RJ: And Hidari is the one who has to face up to the music!

Hidari runs into the ring, he leaps on berg and fires punches into the top of the head. He continues pummeling away only for Berg to walk forward and drop Hidari face-first into the top turnbuckle. Hidari stumbles out of the corner and Udo knocks him down with a huge clothesline. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1.................2..........Kick Out!

Hidari gets the shoulder up, Berg drags him up and then fires in a series of crashing body blows that send Kenji stumbling back. Berg hits a huge uppercut that knocks Hidari into the ropes, he bounces back and the big Icelander hits a big powerbomb. He makes the cover.

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

Udo drags Hidari up by the head, and then shoves Kenji into the corner. Berg proceeds to drive a series of shoulders up into the stomach, only stopping when the referee steps in. Kenji staggers out of the corner, Berg powerslams him into the canvas. Hidari stumbles up...

MW: Huge boot to the skull from Berg!

RJ: That could be it!

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

Kenji again kicks out. Berg stands over Hidari, he stirs and grabs him by the throat, Dragon hits the ring and hits a double axe handle to the back of the head. Visage sprints into the ring, which is the cue for Dopant Zero to slide in from outside. They grab Visage from behind and shove him into the corner, beginning to beat him down as Dragon helps up Hidari and they start booting away on the grounded Berg as the bell rings.

RJ: I knew Dopant Zero weren't out here just to watch, this was the plan all along. Team Japan came out here with the sole intention of taking out Project F.E.A.R, one of their main competition for the tag belts.

MW: Don't be ridiculous RJ, they're just watching out for their leader Hidari. He's an inspiration to them!

Yagurama and Nogami drive knees into the head of Visage in the corner, while Dragon has his knees rested down on the shoulders of Berg to keep him grounded while Hidari stomps away on the head of the giant.

RJ: This isn't looking good for Project F.E.A.R.

MW: Team Japan are such a cohesive unit already, imagine what they'll be like when they get used to having a fourth member of the group...

Suddenly the crowd burst into huge cheers as the Parasite Killers come sprinting down the ramp, McManus and Fanatic hit the ring clearly spoiling for a fight but Team Japan disperse before either man can get their hands on them.

MW: What the hell are they doing out here?

RJ: Doing the right thing Michael!

Project F.E.A.R begin to stir, they look up to see The Parasite Killers staring down at Team Japan who are stood in a line at the bottom of the ramp. F.E.A.R get to their feet and also begin staring out at Team Japan, before turning and glaring at the Parasite Killers.

MW: They might have a common enemy RJ, but I can't see these two teams having to do this too often. They look almost as keen to fight with each other as they do with Team Japan.

RJ: I don't think anyone expects them to be best friends Mike, but they'll want to be fighting Team Japan at full strength rather than bruised and battered, which may mean a few more incidents like this.

Our scene cuts to a Courthouse in Philadelphia. A crowd of reporters stand at the front of a bustling crowd. Cameramen jostle for position as a group of men begin to walk down the steps towards a waiting podium...

‘Ethan! Ethan! We love you!, cries a supporter from the crowd as the camera pans to a curvy brunette stood clutching a microphone...

‘Sally-May Deane reporting for PCNS. I’m stood outside here at the Criminal Justice Center as today Ethan ‘Knock-Out’ Knight; the former Boxer wrongly convicted of manslaughter following an illegal White Collar Boxing match makes his first steps towards freedom following last week’s Acquittal. Flanked by his Lawyer, Jessie Martinez and his Mother, this will be the first time anyone has heard from Ethan since his arrest over two years ago. We’re live on the historic occasion...’

The reporter is pushed backwards as the crowd move forward as Jessie Martinez approaches the podium. Ethan is shown stood behind his lawyer, his mother sobbing, her arm linked between his as the flicker of flashbulbs light up the scene behind...

’Today, the injustices of two years ago are finally corrected. For two years my client has protested his innocence and insisted from the outset that he was wrongly convicted. My client has lost two years of his life due to the inadequacies of local Law Enforcement officers who continually mis-handled evidence and refused to acknowledge their most basic mistakes.

These are two years that my client will never be able to get back. No amount of financial compensation will allow my client to turn back the hands of time and undo the almost irreparable damage that’s been done to him, his reputation, or his family. Nor will it allow him the chance to say goodbye to his Father who passed away six months into his sentence, believing his son was a murderer.

Today marks the start of the rest of Ethan’s life. He wishes to thank the District Attorney, who finally saw sense and re-opened the investigation. He wishes to thank the thousands of supporters who petitioned for his release and offered support to his Mother who has fought tirelessly to clear her son s name. Ethan ‘s time in prison has mellowed him as a person. It’s allowed him to confront his inner demons and address the childhood heartache he suffered following the loss of his younger brother. It is now Ethan’s wish to put this matter to bed for good and move on with his life. Thank you for your time.

A group of security guards move in front of the podium, pushing the gathered reporters back as Jessie leads Ethan and his Mother down the steps...

‘Is it true you’re moving to England, Ethan?’ Sally-May Dean pokes her mic through the cluster of people in front of her. ‘Are you going to return to Boxing?’

Security continue to push back as a Black Mercedes Limo pulls up to the base of the steps and the guards pull the door open, shielding the doors as Ethan and his Mother enter the vehicle. Jessie Martinez stands back and taps the car on the roof as flashbulbs continue to go off, the scene cuts inside the car...

‘Yo dawg, been some time, son’

Ethan looks across at the man sat opposite at him. His face blank as his Mother wipes a tear from her eye...

‘What are you doing here, Jamal?’ she says quietly...

‘Hey Momma, I wanted to be here you know? Catch my bro on his first day out the slammer...’ Jamal smiles across at Ethan who looks across at his Mother, clutching her hand...

Shame you ain’t never come visit fo’ two years, man? ‘sup wi’ that? I’m down doin’ time an’ we ain’ tight, now all a’ sudden you wan’ show that face o’ yours like i’ma be happy bout that? Tha’ how we rollin’ now?’

‘Listen man, you gots t’know, shit got heavy when you went in, man. Ain’ nobody though yous were innocent. Ain’ no one step up and got your back. I was only one keepin’ it real for you’, Jamal pleads.

Ethan releases the grip on his Mother’s hand and begins stretching his hands before clenching his fist. His Mother places her hand on his thigh...

‘Ethan, please, not now...’, she says...

Easy Ma’, I ain’ got out to go puttin’ mysel’ away again, hell no. But I ain’ no fool. I should be plantin’ this fist square on this mo’fuckers jaw, break that damn cheek o’ his. Sitting there claimin’ he gots my back, ackin’ like he my nigga’. You ain’t shit, Jamal. You jus’ another bottom feeding homie wantin’ a piece cause you think I’m due you...

‘Naw man, it ain’t like’

Naw? It ain’ like that, huh? Da’ fuck, Jamal, you tryna play me?

Ethan lunges from his seat, clutching Jamal by the throat...

You gon’ break a nigga in on this then? HUH?! JAMAL!? YOU GON’ PLAY ME M’FUCKER?!

‘ETHAN, STOP! PLEASE!’ cries his Mother...

‘Yeah, come on man....let go...’

Ethan stares down at the cowering Jamal, before releasing his grip...

You’s lucky, my old lady weren’ sat here I’d be kickin’ your ass all over this here limo. Bitch ass, comin’ here thinkin’ I’d fall fo’ shit. I been away for two years, I sure as hell ain’ been in no coma

Ethan shoves Jamal back into the chair...

Yo, driver, pull this damn limo over

‘What!? Ethan, come on man, it ain’ gotta be like this?’ Jamal reaches out placing his hand on the shoulder of Ethan.

Free rides over, Jamal. I ‘preciate y’all being here an all, but I don’ need yo shit in my life no more, it’s time to say our goodbyes, man

The car pulls up alongside the kerb and Ethan pushes the door of the limousine open. Jamal sits staring, shaking his head in disbelief...

‘Man you always were a bitch, Ethan’...

‘ETHAN!’

Ethan lunges forward, fist clenched as he feigns a punch. Jamal bolts from the car, losing his footing and crashing to the pavement. Ethan steps out of the car, looking down at Jamal before taking a small roll of notes out of his pocket, he flickers a couple of notes up before tossing them down on Jamal...

Bitch? We mighty full of ourselves, aren’t we? Ain’ see you move from a punch that quick since I was bus’n yo fat ass all over Sweaties Gym. You’s a rat, Jamal. Nuttin’ but a freeloader, chasin’ the paper. I’ll make this all clear fo’ yo’. I catch you’s, or any o’ your hood near me or my family again, I ain’ gon’ be doin’ time for your punk ass bro’, ain’ gon’ be no wrong conviction. Imma stand in fron’ o’ the judge an’ tell ‘em I buried you and yours were you belong, you feel me, dawg?

Jamal looks away from the stare of Ethan, picking the notes up off his chest...

‘I feel you, man.'

Ethan turns and enters the car again, pulling the door closed. He looks over at his Mother sobbing into a tissue as the car pulls away....

Shit, Momma, don’t be gettin’ upset

‘What you thinking, Ethan? Yous a free man and you wanna start ackin’ up with Jamal. You know they gon’ be watching you.’

I know, Momma, that’s why imma get out, start afresh, leave all this behind...

‘Have you learned nothing, Ethan? Two years you been away, two years! Now you get your life back an’ you wanna go fightin’ again. What would your father say!?’

Ethan looks away from his mother and stares out of the window...

He wouldn’t care, we both know that...

Ethan continues looking out the window as his mother places her hand on his shoulder...

‘Ethan’, she says softly. He turns round she slaps him hard around the face. ‘Don’t you ever say that? Your Daddy warned you, he tol’ you ain’ no good came from running with them boys. You didn’t listen, too damn stubborn; jus’ like your damn father. He never wanted any o’ this, Ethan. And he sorry, belie’ me he sorry. You ne’r see him, Ethan. Laying there, all he wanted was one chance to tell you he loved you, that he forgave you...’

Ethan’s Mother begins to break down again as Ethan places his arm around her...

S’ok, Ma, I know. And that’s why I gotta get away. Make it better. Ain’ no reason fo’ us to stay. That’s why you and Casey, you gotta come wi’ me?

‘Casey ain’ ready. She ain’ strong like you, Ethan. She never grieved for her Daddy cause she was too busy fighting yo’ corner. She go days without sleep, telling er’body who listen that they got the wrong man. She exhausted. She needs to get back to normality, not traipsing off to England of all damn places to be your cheerleader again’, she says, dabbing the tears from her cheek.

I ain’ doin’ this for me, Ma. I’m doin this so I ain’ remembered as some ex-con, another fairytale story of a nigga done wrong. This ain’ no Rodney King shit. This is a chance to clear my name, make the headlines for all the right reasons this time. Make you, Casey.....and the old man proud o’ me. I wants you all to be proud o’ me..

Ethan takes his Mothers hand and she looks up at him, her eyes filling up...

‘Then you do what you gotta do. I ain’t promising we gon’ come watch no men in tights. Casey needs time, Ethan. And I need to get over all this. But I’ll stand by my boy, jus’ like I always have’.

Ethan smiles for the first time since leaving the courthouse, he leans forward...

Yo, Driver, you take us to the Airport

Ethan sits back in his chair, he wraps his arm around his Mother, clutching her close to his chest before looking out of the window as the scene cuts to the car heading off towards the airport as the scene ends.

Kayleigh Reed is shown backstage with James McManus...

KR: James, at Redemption you and The Fanatic again came up short in your quest for the Tag Team Titles thanks to a returning Kenji Hidari, and tonight you seemed like you wanted to get your hands on them once and for all...

JM: You’re damn right we did. They’ve made this personal now. What this should’ve been about was three great tag teams going at it in a battle to see who’s best, unfortunately Kenji and his ego return to spoil the party. Well if Team Japan or whatever bullshit name they are calling themselves now want to play dirty then the Parasite Killers are more than happy to roll in the mud. We’ll go looking for the fights if that’s what they want.

KR: Tonight Fanatic goes up against Hardcore Champion, Austin Stevens, who himself is a marked man. Is this the kind of match where The Fanatic takes out some of his anger...

James smiles at Kayleigh...

JM: Wait and see.

McManus walks out of shot as we head back to ringside.

Match 2

RJ: First singles action of the night now...

MW: But it is a match that spawned from tag team action at Redemption, where these two competitors teamed together against 6WF Hardcore Champion Austin Stevens and Logan Kincade.

RJ: And they teamed up successfully enough in the match, with Blue Dragon and Takeo getting the win. It was after when Kincade and Stevens got the better of them, blindsiding them after it looked for a moment like the four were going to team up and take out security.

MW: It just shows how dumb these two are if they thought Kincade and Stevens would be on their side.

"Freak on a leash" sounds out across the arena as the crowd start to cheer. Blue Dragon appears on the top of the stage and soon starts to head down the ramp. He tags the fans hands before continuing his stride down the ramp, sliding in and leaping to his feet.

MW: I don't know what this idiot's problem is, thinking that Takeo disrespected him. Takeo just realised that there was no point keeping up any alliance because BD would just hold him back.

RJ: I think we know that isn't true Michael, Blue Dragon would be Hardcore champion right now if it wasn't for Logan Kincade.

"From Yesterday" blares out, the arena lights dim and the crowd go wild as Lukas Takeo walks slowly out onto the stage, head bowed with a towel draped over his head. He continues walking like that all the way down to the ring, the lights switch back on as Takeo climbs in over the top rope. He removes the towel and throws it into the crowd.

RJ: Takeo showed no signs of struggling to get back to pace after his long absence from 6WF, coming in and taking out all three of the wrestlers warring over the Hardcore Title before getting the winning pin at Redemption.

MW: And now he gets a nice easy match against Blue Dragon to ease himself back into action. Let's see what he's like when he gets a proper test.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Takeo starts circling the ring, staring at Blue Dragon who stretches against the ropes. He goes to the middle of the ring for the lock-up, Takeo uses his size advantage to push BD back into the corner but the veteran turns the tables, pulling Takeo down head-first into the turnbuckle. He then starts kicking away at the gut of Takeo. He grabs the boot but BD counters with an enzaguri kick.

Takeo slumps into the corner, Blue Dragon sends punches down into the top of Takeo's head until the referee steps in. Blue Dragon is forced to allow Takeo out of the corner, he climbs to the 2nd rope before hitting a diving shoulder block on the big man. He hooks the leg.

RJ: BD on the offensive from the very start. He knows he needs to keep Takeo down and nullify his power.

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

Takeo drives the shoulder up. Blue Dragon quickly starts smashing elbows down into the face of the big man, who pushes BD away. Takeo rolls up, Blue Dragon runs in at him and ducks an attempted Takeo clothesline before leaping up and connecting with a neckbreaker. He then bounces off the ropes, hitting a running kick to the head of Takeo. Cover.

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

Blue Dragon rolls to his feet, Takeo stirs and Blue Dragon runs in hitting a flying back elbow to the head. Takeo hits the mat, Blue Dragon smashes punches down into the back of Takeo while he is on his knees. Eventually the big man gets to his feet, he attempts a back body drop but BD rolls through into a sunset flip. Takeo quickly powers out only for Blue Dragon to hit a big knee to the head. He hooks the leg.

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

RJ: Blue Dragon setting one hell of a pace here.

MW: It won't last, he'll do something to mess up what is a good start.

Takeo kicks out, Blue Dragon puts him into a front facelock. Takeo gets to his feet and Blue Dragon drives a series of knees into the head. Takeo falls into the ropes, BD releases the front facelock before hitting a couple of headbutts. He then kicks Takeo in the gut before nailing a vertical DDT. Cover.

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

Blue Dragon waits for Takeo to rise, he sets up for a vertical suplex but Takeo blocks it, before lifting his rival into the air and dropping him with a big suplex of his own. Blue Dragon rolls up, Takeo kicks him in the gut and then hits a front-first suplex, dropping BD on his face instead of his back. Takeo covers.

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

Takeo hauls up Blue Dragon, he hits a series of big European Uppercuts that send Blue Dragon staggering back into the corner. Takeo continues with the European Uppercuts, breaking at the 5 count. He then takes a few steps back before running in and hitting a big splash. Blue Dragon stumbles out of the corner and Takeo kicks him in the gut...

RJ: Powerbomb!

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

Blue Dragon drives the shoulder up. Takeo puts him into an armbar, before dragging up Blue Dragon. He hits a knee into the gut before knocking BD down with a heavy clothesline. Takeo keeps the armbar applied before hauling up his tag partner from Sunday and hitting a second clothesline with such force that it flips Blue Dragon over. Takeo makes the cover.

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

MW: Takeo absolutely dominating Blue Dragon now, exactly as I expected.

Takeo lifts up Blue Dragon, he fires in a couple of big elbow smashes before lifting Blue Dragon onto his shoulders. He runs to the corner, hitting a snake eyes. Blue Dragon stumbles out of the corner and Takeo runs the ropes, spearing him down to the canvas.

RJ: Devastating impact on that move!

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

Blue Dragon just about forces the shoulder up. Takeo locks in a sleeper hold on the veteran, who fights up to his feet and hits Takeo with a jawbreaker. He falls back into the ropes, Blue Dragon runs in and leaps at him but BD is caught by Takeo, who simply shoves him back into the canvas. Takeo runs in going for a big boot but Blue Dragon side-steps it.

BD hits Takeo with a chopblock, he falls to one knee and Blue Dragon pummels down on the top of Takeo's head with huge punches before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a dropkick to the head. Cover.

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

Takeo is the man who gets the shoulder up on this occassion. Blue Dragon brings him to a vertical base, where he somehow manages to take Takeo down with a snap powerslam. He rolls back into the ropes, pulling himself up and running at BD...

MW: Double leg takedown!

RJ: Blue Dragon reining in the punches now!

MW: Get control of this ref!

The ref forces Blue Dragon away, he runs in and hits a move not seen before, leaping and driving his shoulder into the head of Takeo. He covers.

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

The monster drives the shoulder up off the canvas. BD grabs Takeo by the head before dragging him to the corner, where he slams Takeo's head into the turnbuckles repeatedly. He hits a reverse STO onto the top turnbuckle, before going to the top rope. He grabs the big man by the head...

RJ: Flying bulldog!

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

Takeo again kicks out just in time. Blue Dragon hauls him up and goes for the Death Note but Takeo counters with a Northern Light suplex. BD rolls up...

MW: BIG BOOT!

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

Blue Dragon gets the shoulder up just in time but Takeo doesn't look bothered. He gets to his feet, standing over Blue Dragon menacingly...

RJ: I wouldn't get up if I was BD...

MW: CHOKESLAM!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Takeo wins it!

MW: Just like I told you he would RJ.

RJ: It wasn't exactly the procession you expected it to be. In fact Blue Dragon really did go after Takeo in that match, he threw everything he had at him, he gave Takeo one of the toughest matches of his career tonight.

MW: And yet Takeo still won. That's the raw power of the man.

Takeo gets to his feet, he stands in the middle of the ring with his arm stood aloft over the body of Blue Dragon.

We join Austin Stevens once again in his make shift gym, Austin sits on the apron of the blood stained ring revealing a Cactus Jack t-shirt as he begins to talk to the camera

At 6WF Redemption you had four guys in that ring all ready to maim each other, you had four men who would have loved nothing more than to give these fans what they want and they would have straight up killed each other just because they had the chance...you see at 6WF Retribution you all began to see what my reign as hardcore champion was about, you began to see what MY division is all about...you began to see that with Austin Stevens running the show that nobody is safe...you began to see that I was not fucking around anymore and I could see how you, the fans were eating out of the palm of my hand like the fucking morons you all are...you all saw four men ready to fight and what does 6WF do?

The same fucking thing they do each and every time we give the fans what they really want...the same fucking thing the Saint has ordered them to do because he's a pussy...they send out security and try their best to keep it PG...well, as I've said before...FUCK YOU SAINT, FUCK YOUR SECURITY AND FUCK 6WF FOR THINKING IT CAN STOP THIS...

Austin calms himself down and stops screaming in to the camera before dropping down from the apron and standing up, he gets close to the camera and speaks with a slow, serious tone.

The thing is though, by sending out the security they showed me that I scared them...that the thing I am creating scares them and how they want to keep it pushed down and quiet like a disobedient child who just wont do as it's told...they showed me that they just don't care about the hardcore division and although I should...I'm taking it fucking personally...I take their little security stunt as an insult to what I am about and what my division is about...but...this video isn't to have a go at Saint or any of the other tumours who infect 6WF...no...it's actually to thank them.

You see, tonight at Lockdown it's going to be The Hardcore Champion and The Saviour of Hardcore Austin Stevens taking on the former champion and very present coward...the Fanatic...a man who I took out on my debut...a man who's title I took away in his first defence and a man who showed just what he thought of MY belt the moment he lost it...you see, maybe this is something I shouldn't take personally as well but when I saw him lose the belt and not even ask for a rematch...I was insulted...when I saw him come out and try his best to get in line for some other title...I felt like he was trying to say that I wasn't worth it...but when I actually thought about his actions I realised that The Fanatic is the perfect example of what 6WF want hardcore to be about...they want their hardcore division to be populated by guys who can talk the talk but not walk the walk...they want to populate it with scary look cunts who they can package as monsters but who aren't really as tough as they say so that they don't scare about the key demographic of spoilt brats and their stupid fucking parents...

Austin laughs and looks at a mirror that has been propped up near one of the walls and catches a glimpse of himself in it before smiling

...The problem they have is that I am not something you can put in a box and sell to the sponsors...I'm not the fucking puppet that you push out in front of the camera and get to whore your shitty product...I am Austin Stevens and I like to hurt people...the funny thing is...I normally hurt people who I have no issues with...this week though? It's very fucking personal...

Fanatic...I am going to remind you why you staying the fuck away from my hardcore title was probably the best decision you ever made...I'm going to take you and make you an example of why you aren't too good for this belt...it's too good for YOU! I am going to punish you for your disgrace of a title reign...I am going to punish you for the lack of respect you showed this division and I am going to show the world that behind the bravado...behind the act...you're just a PG Pussy with your nose so far up Saint's ass that you can smell Kenty's dick.

Austin walks away and the camera turns off leaving the screen black.

'Successful’ begins to blare out of the speakers and Tom Ree emerges from the back wearing red shirt with black trousers. As he emerges from the back the crowd boo to him. He confidently struts down to the ring which is set up in its usual way

MW: It's the teacher!

RJ: I guess it's time for another lecture.

MW: Another inspirational, educational lecture. Tom Ree was impressive at Redemption laying Clarke James to waste.

RJ: He lost that match because he decided he needed a weapon to hurt Clarke James!

Tom Ree stands outside the ring surveying the scene he is faced with. He climbs up on to the ring and steps through the middle ropes before grabbing a microphone.

TR: I assume you all saw lesson seven in the middle of the ring at Redemption. Saw a wrestling master class as I dominated Clarke James. I schooled him in the art of wrestling before finally putting him out of his misery when I hit him with that briefcase. Congratulations are surely in order!

The crowd boo as Tom Ree smiles proudly...

TR: Now, today I'm offering the chance for one lucky pupil to have a front row seat to my lesson. Raise your hands and security will bring you over.TR:

A smattering of hands fly up around ringside and Tom draws the attention of security to someone in the front row who they help over the barriers. He brings over a short woman with a tanned completion and short dark hair. She rolls under the bottom rope and takes a seat.

TR: I am Mr Ree and I am your teacher. Introduce yourself to your fellow students place.

TR: I'm Maria Thompson.

TR: Wonderful. Today it is time for lesson eight. It's a lesson in ancient Chinese warfare. It comes from the Art of War by Sun Tzu, a Chinese military general born in 6th century BC. Have you ever read the art of war Maria?

Tom looks enquiringly whilst tapping a wooden ruler on the board in a slow rhythm.

TR: No?

TR: Have you heard of Sun Tzu?

Tom strides menacingly towards the desk. Maria looks around confused...

TR: No.

Tom laughs while mock clapping his hands...

TR: Ladies and gentleman, your education system. Thank you Mr Gove.

Tom turns around and heads back towards the board whilst chuckling...

TR: The Art of War is the defining document on military strategy and tactics. He laid the blueprint on how best to wager war, 13 chapters of master strategy. Although Sun Tzu had 13 chapters each forming part of his strategy, I will only be investigating 5.

The first chapter of the book is called 'laying plans' and as the title suggests is about the laying of plan. It was Benjamin Franklin who said if you fail to prepare then you prepare to fail. Although an overused cliche these days the saying is especially true. Without well laid plans even the best can lose. A good plan can beat a good fighter. One of the most important quotes in the chapter is that about the art of deception. It reads when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. Deception and not letting your enemy be comfortable are real parts of fights that are underestimated. He sums up the chapter by saying the general who wins in a battle makes many calculations. Planning is key and I will plan my way to success.

The second chapter I will mention is the second chapter; waging war. This chapter discusses the futility in protracted warfare. It is not about who wins the battle but who wins the war. Mental and emotional fatigues are really things that you need to avoid and you want them to happen to your rival, not you. This was a strategy I used at Redemption! Clarke James was wasting my time, I had dominated the man but he just would not accept it. I was busy, places to be. So I decided to simply damage Clarke with a briefcase. He got the win yes but I left my opponent damaged and will win the war....

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

MW: He can’t interrupt class!!

RJ: I think he’s got every reason to!

The crowd roar with delight as ‘Blind Faith’ erupts from the speakers and Clarke James steps on to the stage...

CJ: You know something, Tom? I never liked school. Something about having to sit there all day while some uppity, overpaid monkey tells you about stuff you don’t care about. It’s that feeling that somehow they think they’re better than you, even though they have no idea what kind of person you are, or what you’ll become.

It’s kinda the same feelings I have towards you, Tom. See, you don’t know me from Adam. You needed a briefcase to put me down at Redemption but somehow that equates to you dominating me, and that I was wasting your time.

How I see it is that every time you come out here and bore us to death with one of your pointless lectures, that’s a huge waste of time. What the fans really wanna see is you getting that briefcase shoved up your ass.

TR: See, there you go...

CJ: Hold up, I wasn’t finished giving my lecture...

*Crowd Pop*

CJ: Now I get that this kind of terminology doesn’t seem to sit well with you, but its better that we understand each other clearly, and that brings me to tonight. See, somebody thought it would be hilarious to put you and I on the same team, and it doesn’t sit well with me, I don’t trust you, so I wanted to make it clear now that if you even think about ditching me, walking out on me, or even reach for that briefcase, I’m gonna drop you on that pompous ass of yours and teach you a lesson you deserve.

I’ll see you back here later.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

RJ: Whoa! James wanting to make it clear to Tom Ree exactly where he stands.

MW: Whatever he did, it could’ve waiting until after class!

Match 3

Austin Stevens v Fanatic

RJ: More singles action now!

MW: We've already seen The Fanatic earlier in the night, when him and McManus came to the aid of Project F.E.A.R

RJ: But now Fanatic needs to get his head in the game, as he has a match of his own, and it certainly isn't an easy one.

MW: You can say that again RJ, he's up against the current 6WF Hardcore Champion Austin Stevens.

"Change(in the house of flies)" blares out over the speakers and the crowd are mixed in their reaction as The Fanatic strides out onto the stage, followed by McManus. He makes his way down the ramp, looking focused, before climbing up the steel steps and then over the top rope into the ring.

RJ: You have to think Fanatic will still be pretty riled up after earlier, he'll need to control that aggression in this match. Perhaps that is why James McManus is out here with him.

MW: He certainly will, because if he tries to out-brawl Stevens, it will only end badly.

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

RJ: Stevens must have thought in his early days in 6WF that things were easy, but these past few months will have certainly changed that perception, with the battles he's had with Blue Dragon and now the introduction of Kincade and Takeo to the Hardcore Title mix.

MW: And yet here he stands RJ, still the current Hardcore champion. This kid is the future, you better start accepting it.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Stevens goes in for the lock-up, but The Fanatic crashes an elbow into the side of the head. Stevens responds with a kick to the gut, he then crashes a kick up into the face of the parasite killer. He staggers back, Stevens then runs in and knocks Fanatic down with a discus lariat. Cover.

Ref: 1………………2………Kick out!

Stevens rolls to his feet, he hauls up Fanatic and goes for a boot to the gut. Fanatic grabs it and then knocks Stevens down with a huge hook with the other hand. Stevens staggers up to his feet, Fanatic whips him out across the ring before nailing a big boot on the rebound. Cover.

Ref: 1……………….2……….Kick out!

MW: Even start to this match-up!

Fanatic lifts up Stevens, he crashes in a number of big European Uppercuts before lifting Stevens up. He goes for a running spinebuster but Stevens counters with a Double Arm DDT. Fanatic rolls to his feet, Stevens hits a Yakuza kick to the head. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1…………………2……….Kick out!

The Hardcore champ rolls to his feet and starts stomping away on The Fanatic, only stopping when the referee steps in. He immediately rushes back in and stomps away again as Fanatic rolls towards the ropes and then onto the ring apron. Stevens leans over, hauls up Fanatic before pulling him down throat-first across the top rope. He then follows that up with a rope-hung DDT. Cover.

RJ: Stevens starting to take charge, an electric pace being set in this match.

MW: Just beating the hell out of each other.

Ref: 1……………….2……….Kick out!

Fanatic kicks out, Stevens lock in a side headlock, finally looking to slow the match down. He gets to his feet, but Fanatic counters with a side suplex. Stevens rolls up…


RJ: Huge clothesline from The Fanatic!

Ref: 1……………………2…………..Kick out!

This time it is Stevens who forces the shoulder up. Fanatic drags him up and grabs him by the waist, throwing him towards the corner with a belly to belly suplex. Stevens slumps against the turnbuckle, Fanatic runs in and nails a big spear, followed by a succession of short, sharp shoulder thrusts to the gut. He then waits for Stevens to stagger out of the corner before hitting a powerslam.

Ref: 1………………2………….Kick out!

Fanatic applies an armbar. He drags Stevens towards the corner before going up to the top rope. He dives off going for old school but somehow Stevens manages to counter with a Northern Lights suplex. Fanatic rolls up…

MW: Superkick!

RJ: What impact on that!

Ref: 1………………………….2……………………Kick out!

Fanatic kicks out. Stevens hauls him to his feet, before nailing a gutwrench suplex. Stevens then heads up to the top rope…

RJ: 450 splash!

MW: Power and Agility, what a competitor Stevens is!

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

Stevens waits for Fanatic to rise, he then sets up a suplex. He lifts Fanatic up but then drops him back down as Fanatic fights it, he then counters with a snap suplex of his own. Stevens rolls up and Fanatic levels him with a running forearm smash. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1……………………2………….Kick out!

Fanatic gets up to his feet, he waits for Stevens to rise before booting him in the stomach. He then lifts Stevens onto his shoulders, before driving him into the canvas with a powerbomb. Cover.

Ref: 1………………….2…………..Kick out!

Stevens drives the shoulder up, Fanatic hauls him up and then lifts him onto his shoulders. He runs forward, hitting a gutbuster. He keeps Stevens over his shoulders, changing tact and hitting a powerslam. He hooks the leg.

RJ: Fanatic dominating things now!

Ref: 1…………………2…………..Kick out!

Fanatic hauls up The Complete Package, he Irish whips him into the corner before sprinting in and nailing a big splash. Stevens staggers forward, Fanatic kicks him in the gut before hitting a piledriver.

Ref: 1…………………….2……………..Kick out!

Stevens again gets the shoulder up. Fanatic is stood waiting for Stevens to rise with McManus watching from the outside when suddenly the crowd descend into boos as Dopant Zero ambush McManus from behind.

RJ: Not them again!

MW: Hey, this is just the Parasite Killers comeuppance for earlier!

Fanatic turns around to see Dopant Zero taking out McManus, he is about to go to the outside when Stevens runs in behind him.

RJ: Roll up!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Stevens wins it!

RJ: Stevens steals it you mean!

MW: It doesn't say that in the record books.

Stevens rolls out of the ring quickly, Fanatic gets to his feet and Dopant Zero slide in, leaving McManus to take out Fanatic, knocking him down with a double chopblock before stomping away on the big man. They lay into him with punches, McManus rolls into the ring but Nogami takes him out with a roundhouse kick to the head.

He stomps away on McManus as Yagurama lays into The Fanatic...

RJ: Project F.E.A.R!

MW: And you doubted them RJ!

Project F.E.A.R make their way down the ramp, they slide into the ring but again Dopant Zero make a hasty exit, smirking as they retreat back up the stage.

MW: You have to hand it to F.E.A.R, they returned the favour.

F.E.A.R watch DZ leave up the ramp before going to the Parasite Killers. Berg helps up Fanatic, and Visage lifts McManus to his feet.

RJ: Great sportsman...GOD DAMN IT!

MW: BRILLIANT!

RJ: Disgraceful!

Berg helps up Fanatic, only to then drop him to the canvas with a huge chokeslam. Visage takes his cue, hitting a reverse DDT before going to the top rope...

MW: And now Fear Falls!

RJ: Project F.E.A.R looked to have made the save, but then took out The Parasite Killers themselves. It defeats the point really.

The camera heads backstage where Mike Hill is shown walking through the corridor. He nods at the stagehands and continues heading towards his locker room. He turns the corner and stops in his tracks as the camera moves up to show Cameron Faith leaning against the wall, smirking...

CF: Ah, there he is. The man of the hour. How’s it going Mike? Recovered from the beating I gave you at Redemption?

Hill shakes his head, chuckling...

MH: You know, I probably should’ve expected this. Mike Hill knows what a big victory that was for you, so Mike Hill is just gonna let you savour it. I’m not even gonna mention that you needed a handful of Mike Hill’s tights to get the job done....

Faith moves away from the wall, a cocky expression across his face....

CF: One straight out of your own playbook, Hilly. Come on, admit it, it smarts a little. There you were, acting all cock sure of yourself, mocking me, and then BOOM, Cam the man that can is listening to the 3 hand slap that signals you just got your ass beat!

MH: Ha! Jeez, that attempt to pull off Mike Hill’s signature move really did some damage to you? Does it hurt when you talk? Come on Cam, you’re talking like you just pulled off the greatest upset in Sports Entertainment history, when all you did was copy a page from Mike Hill’s playbook. All it proves is that you’re not on my level, and that to beat Mike Hill, you needed to BE Mike Hill...

Faith’s expression changes to one of anger.....

CF: I beat you, Hill. I beat you 1,2,3 in that ring. There’s no amount of excuses that are going to take that away from me. Now you made me a deal before Redemption, and I want my shot...

MH: You’ve gotta be kidding me?

Faith moves close to Hill and snarls...

CF: Do I look like I’m kidding, Hill!? Do I look like the kind of person you want to be inmidating?

Hill steps back and looks Faith up and down...

MH: Firstly, Mike Hills thinks you wanna be sorting your breath out before getting in my face, and secondly, Mike Hill doesn’t find you intimidating, he finds you completely irrelevant. And Bi-Polar. But what Mike Hill doesn’t do, is go back on his word, so even though you had to screw a win out of Mike Hill, I’m still going to give you your shot...

CF: You’re damn right you are...

MH: BUT, it comes with a condition. See, Mike Hill thinks you were lucky. 6WF thinks you got lucky, and Mike Hill thinks your luck has run out, but I’m gonna make it interesting, how about Cameron Faith and Mike Hill make this a bets of 3 series? And to sweeten the deal for you, I’m gonna let you have Redemption as the first....and only win you’re going to get against me...

CF: Only?

MH: ONLY! See, now Mike Hill knows your game, knows what you’re capable off. He knows you can’t win clean and that plays right into Mike Hill’s hands. You’ve got no ‘A’ game. Your ‘B’ game is poor at best. Mike Hill has got this in the bag. Now, if you don’t excuse me, someone thought it would be a good idea to put Mike Hill in a tag match with you, so I need to get ready. See you out there, Champ.

Hill brushes past Faith into his locker room as Faith stands angrily looking at the door to his locker room door before walking off.

Max Adamson is shown backstage in his locker room, pacing back and forward as Clarissa looks on concerned....

MA: What the hell is that all about? I’ve been Champion a week and already I’ve got to defend my title. Where the hell does he get off?

Clarissa: Baby, you need to calm down, you know what the Doctor said, you can’t go getting yourself worked up!

MA: Well, it’s a bit hard not to, Clarissa! We all know Saint will do anything to make sure I fail...

Clarissa: But you’re forgetting, we’ve got our very own insurance policy...

Max and Clarissa turn and look over to the corner of the room where Angel is stood...

MA: So you say this guy is the best?

Clarissa: He comes highly recommended. Though, he doesn’t say anything, so don’t expect full on conversation.

Max walks towards Angel and stares at the metal mask across his face...

MA: So he doesn’t say anything? What’s with the funky mask?

Clarissa: No idea. Apparently he was huge in Japan. They are huge on masks over there. It’s something he used to his advantage.

MA: So it’s just a gimmick? He’s not horribly deformed? Can we see him...

Max runs his hand along the mask and is shocked when the Angel grabs his wrist, snapping it back...

Clarissa: BABE!

MA: Easy, easy! I getcha’, no touchy, touchy! No dramas, man!

Angel releases the grip, smiling as he rubs his wrist.

MA: I can definitely see you coming in handy!

Max puts his arm around Clarissa and smiles, nodding at the Angel as we head to commercial.

Jack Reynolds is stood backstage with Udo Berg and Visage...

JR: Gentleman, first tonight we see you attacked by Empire, with Parasite Killers making the save, and now you’ve returned the favour only to turn on them and leave them in a heap, can you explain your actions?

Visage snatches the mic from Reynolds and pulls the camera onto his face...

Visage: Empire. Listen to me.

You want a war. You want this to escalate, but I don’t think you have truly understood the nature of your actions. We are not just any ordinary team. You’ve chosen to waken the beasts within us. Through your actions, you’ve ensured that your deepest and darkest fears will be realised.

Team Japan, Dopant Zero, Empire. Whatever your guise it doesn’t hide your cowardice. Nor will the masks protect you from fear. A fear that will envelope you. A fear that will seek and destroy. A fear that will encapsulate and corrupt you. A fear that will ensure the fall of an empire.

Udo Berg grabs the microphone and stares menacingly into the camera...

UD: Hidari, Nogami, Dragon, Tsukasa, I vil crush you. I vil take everything you fear and I vil use it to decimate you. Meine friends, you have voken a monster. Da Udo Berg you thought you knew, vil njo longer be the Udo you see. V evil finish vat you started. Empires ver made to crumble. V evil ensure that.

Udo crushes the microphone between his hands and tosses it to the floor before walking off with Visage behind him.

Match 4

RJ: Tag team action next up here on Lockdown!

MW: Fair to say that the wrestlers making up the two teams don't exactly get along too well with each other.

RJ: In fact, Mike Hill teams with Cameron Faith, who defeated him at Redemption in a non-title match.

MW: While on the other side of the ring are Clarke James and Tom Ree, who also had a match at Redemption.

"Successful" hits and the crowd greet the arrival of the teacher with boos as Tom Ree makes his way out onto the stage purposefully, striding down to the ring and then stepping through the middle rope. He's carrying a briefcase that he throws down to the outside.

RJ: There's the briefcase that Ree nailed James with at Redemption, just because he was about to get pinned.

MW: You don't know that RJ. Ree could have easily countered anything James threw at him.

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.

MW: James just needs to step aside and let Ree continue his ascension to the top, rather than trying to block his path.

RJ: And why should he do that? James is just as deserving of an opportunity as Ree, perhaps even more so.

‘Next Big Thing’ blasts out of the speakers and the crowd give a big cheer, Mike Hill walks out confidently, the European Championship around his waist. He jogs down the ramp, rolling his shoulders as he does. He unhooks the belt from his waist, raises it in the air and points to the belt. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up to the middle rope in the corner and the crowd give another cheer.

‘I Fought the Law’ booms out and the crowd’s reception quickly becomes hostile. Cameron Faith cockily swaggers out from behind the curtain, he surveys the crowd and laughs, turning his nose up at the fans who are screaming abuse. Faith arrogantly walks down the ramp, the FreeWeight championship tight around his waist, fans of all ages booing him as he passes. Faith climbs up the steps and walks into the ring, he raises his arm which only raises the level of hate in the arena before handing his title to the referee.

RJ: Is it fair to say Faith enjoyed that win over Hill at Redemption?

MW: He certainly did RJ, he backed up his own words with action, something Hill insinuated Faith couldn't do.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off. Faith barges past Hill to lock-up with Tom Ree. Faith and Ree circle the ring. Eventually they lock-up, Faith synchs in an armbar but Ree takes him down to the mat with an arm drag takedown. Faith rolls to his feet and Ree lifts him onto his shoulders, before dropping him to the mat with a Samoan Drop. He then hooks the leg.

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

Faith kicks out, Ree puts Cameron Faith into a sleeper hold. The Freeweight champion fights up to his feet, he spins out of the sleeper hold before lifting a knee up into the stomach. Ree lurches forward, Faith then drives Ree into the canvas with a DDT. Cover.

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

This time it is Ree who kicks out. Faith gets to his feet, he then starts stomping away on the head of Ree who rolls back towards the corner. Faith then places a boot across the throat of Ree, choking him out until the referee steps in. Faith then climbs to the top rope, before driving a stomp down into the head of Ree. Faith takes a couple of steps away from the corner before running and nailing a dropkick to the face. He drags Ree away and then covers.

MW: There's the more vicious side of Cameron Faith that we have started seeing over the past few months.

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

Faith grabs Ree by the hair, he drags him to his feet before sending him down into the canvas with a big clothesline. Faith goes to the ropes, he sprints in going for a bulldog which connects.

RJ: Hill got the blind tag though!

Hill shoves Faith out of the way, he hits a standing shooting star press on the grounded Ree before hooking the leg. Cover.

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

Ree gets the shoulder up, Mike Hill hauls him to his feet before throwing him down into the canvas with a bridging belly to belly suplex.

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

Tom Ree again kicks out. Hill drags him up and hits a snap suplex. Ree rolls back towards the corner, where Hill sprints in and nails a dropkick. He throws Ree to the floor, going up top and hitting a flying leg drop.

RJ: Hill using all of the moves in his arsenal.

MW: Clearly he and Faith are really trying to out-do each other.

Hill leaps up to stare out Faith, who tags himself in and covers.

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

Ree gets the shoulder up, Faith drags him up to his feet and hits a backbreaker. He then sets up for a neckbrekaer but Ree blocks it, before hitting a neckbreaker of his own. Faith stumbles up and walks straight into a Ranhei from Tom Ree. He hooks the leg.

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

Tom Ree drags Faith to his feet, he then nails a series of right-hands up into the face of the Freeweight champion staggering back into the ropes. Ree continues with big punches until Faith falls into the ropes. Tom Ree sends Faith into the opposite ropes, meeting him with a flapjack. Ree bounces off the ropes, leaping into the air and dropping a knee down into the face. Cover.

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

Faith kicks out, Ree locks in a side headlock. Faith pushes Ree towards the corner, where James offers a tag. Ree accepts the tag, James goes for a boot to the head of Faith but Ree moves Faith out of the way so James can't hit the kick.

Tom Ree steps out of the ring, James shakes his head before hitting a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker on Cameron Faith. He hooks the leg.

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!

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 snap powerslam. 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, he sets up for a 2nd suplex but is shoved back by James into the corner. Hill tags in, he leapfrogs over Faith before running and knocking James down with a leaping clothesline.

CJ rolls up to his feet, Hill hits him with an inverted atomic drop and runs the ropes going for a crossbody block...

RJ: Caught him!

MW: Backbreaker!

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

James lifts up Hill, Hill attempts to counter with Irish whip but James reverses the momentum. Hill rebounds to the middle of the ring and James nails him with a huge spinebuster.

RJ: Great counter by James!

MW: He needs the tag now though RJ. He's done fantastically well since coming into this match, but now he needs Ree.

James goes to make the tag to Ree, but he drops down off the apron, standing on the outside grinning.

RJ: Ree is leaving James to fight by himself!

James turns, clearly tiring but he picks up Hill. He sets up for Faithless but James is shoved into the corner. He stumbles forward.

MW: OVER THE HILL!

RJ: Blind tag from Faith!

Faith nonchalantly steps in and goes for the cover once the ref forces Hill out of the ring.

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Faith wins it!

RJ: Oh come on Michael, Hill won that match, Faith just took the pin!

MW: I think it was an equal job personally.

Faith gets to his feet, standing in front of Hill as the ref holds his arm high in the air. Hill drops off the apron, looking at Faith with an angry glare. He grabs his European Title and walks off, as Faith leaves the ring to grab his title to loud boos.

RJ: What is Ree doing?

Ree is walking around the ring, looking at James who is beginning to stir in the middle of the ring. Ree grabs his briefcase before rolling in..

MW: A repeat of Redemption.

RJ: No, not again!

MW: Watch out Clarke...he ducked it!

RJ: FAITHLESS FROM JAMES!

MW: The crowd liked that one, what's wrong with these idiots?!

RJ: They wanted to see Ree taught a lesson!

James picks up Ree's briefcase, grinning before dropping it down on top of Ree.

The Saint is shown sat in his office, staring blankly at the wall as Mr. Kenty pushes the door open....

MK: You wanted to see me, boss??

The Saint continues to stare at the wall, miles away as Mr. Kenty pushes the door closed cause The Saint to snap out of his stare...

MK: Boss?

TS: Ed, come in. Sorry, miles away. It's been a pretty brutal week. Have a seat...

The Saint gestures for Mr. Kenty to sit down....

MK: I can imagine it's been pretty tough, boss?

The Saint smiles...

TS: You don't have to call me 'Boss', Ed? I hate that word.

MK: I prefer to be respectful, if that's ok, positions of power kind of earn that, at least where I'm from. Is there any news on Charlie?

TS: He's ok. Pretty shaken; as you can imagine. Doctors said he's shattered his ankle, a few cuts and bruises. He's a lucky man, it could've been a lot worse. He's done though, I spoke to him last night and he's had enough, and I can't say I blame him....

MK: He give you any reason?

TS: Yeah, he said it was too volatile. That the situation with Cassius had got out of hand and he couldn't see a positive end to it. That my presence as General Manager was beginning to have a detrimental effect. It's like he blames me for what happened. Even said I should've seen the attack on Vortex and Oko coming.

MK: Seems a bit harsh all things considered, it's not like you planned for any of this, it could've happened to anyone. I wouldn't take it to heart, Boss.

I've gotta ask though, what are you going to do? I mean, this can't go on forever, there has to be an end somewhere?

The Saint leans forward in his chair, placing his hands on the desk and letting out a sigh....

TS: There has to be, but honestly, it's not my fight...

Saint gets out of his chair and walks behind his desk...

TS: Saint and Cassius is huge. You know there's so much history, but people say this is my ego coming into play, that I want the attention, that I'm somehow enjoying this tirade against me, and yea, I'm honest enough to say there's a part of me that wants to go out there and head this off, end it once and for all, but they'd be right about me. The bigger picture is that I've got a World Champion who hates me. I've got 4 guys determined to take each other apart with whatever they can lay their hands on and a giant pissing contest between Hill and Faith. There's too much to deal with, that's without taking on Cassius....

The Saint sits on the edge of the desk....

TS: That's why I need you, Ed....

MK: Me? Why do you need me?

TS: I need you to be the man that sticks up for 6WF. I need you to be the guy that goes to war with Cassius. I need you to be me. It can't be me for obvious reasons. It's too personal to include James, and psychologically, he's not ready to face that. Cass doesn't know you. He's not in your head. He has nothing on you. You're a blank page. But what you represent, what you hold dear is everything he despises.

That's our biggest advantage, Ed.

I know you had hopes of a rematch against Max. I know you want that chance because that's the type of champion you are. But this? I'm asking you to be the face of 6WF. The Phoenix from the flames. The man who took out Cassius Zhi once and for all.

Kenty rocks back in his chair, running his hands across his head....

MK: Wow. I thought I was just getting my rematch and a pep talk. This is huge. I mean, it's an honour. To represent you, this company, is fans. It's what I've always wanted to do, and of course, I'll do whatever it takes. What do you need from me.

The Saint smiles...

TS: Come with me, let's talk....

The Saint gestures for Kenty to follow him as he opens the door to his office and walks into the corridor as we head back to ringside.

Crime Lord is shown backstage, smiling proudly into the camera as the crowd begin to boo....

CL: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...I hate to say I told you so...but I told you so.

I said that at Redemption I would beat Vortex and Johnny Oko, that I would become number one contender and that I would take one step closer to the real purpose of it all...the Undisputed 6WF World Championship.

Crime Lord cracks his knuckles and puts an imaginary championship belt on his shoulder...

CL: Max Adamson has been grateful enough to nominate himself for the slaughter. He's going to do a fine job of keeping my Championship warm, keeping the metal nice and shiny, the leather in good condition and making sure that my championship belt is all ready for when I inevitably beat him and take the championship belt with me. I'm happy for Captain Australia himself, I'm glad he has finally ascended the mountain, finally got his hands on the World Championship gold which has for so long deserted him. It will make it all the more satisfying when I beat him, when I take the belt from him. It will make the heartbreak that much more delightful.

I hope Adamson paid close attention to the match before his own at Redemption because what he will have seen is me not just beat Vortex and Johnny Oko, but absolutely destroy them both. I coped with what were handicap conditions and walked out still winner, still dominant, still the best in 6WF. I had nearly 550 pounds on my shoulders, threw it around and slammed it into the mat to win. Adamson is not capable of such feats of strength, not capable of such calculating intelligence to spot the opportunity or the courage to try and pull off such a fantastic manoeuvre which will live long in the memory of this company. Another vintage Crime Lord moment to go into the annals of 6WF history, one amongst many Crime Lord moments.

I sent a clear and direct message at Redemption, Crime Lord is back and has his sights set on the World Championship and nobody can stop him. Vincent and Johnny were left battered and bruised, vulnerable to attack after my match. I took out two of 6WF's rising stars without a second's thought. I will take out anybody else who feels fit to be the hero and stop me getting to where I want to go. Stop me getting to Max Adamson, stop me getting my hands on the Championship belt which I should never have allowed slip from my grasp. I am the greatest world champion this company has ever had, will ever have and it is not right, it is unnatural for me to not be world champion.

I don't care if Mr. Kenty wants a rematch, I don't care if Vortex or Johnny wants to come for revenge when they have recovered from what I assume are very severe injuries. I don't care if The Saint wants to be appearing to fight for justice. I don't care if Cassius Zhi has another fantastic idea in his brain and think it a good idea to get involved in my business. And Max Adamson has got to realise that there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop me. He might be on a career high right now but I can assure him that it will last for but a moment because with Crime Lord gunning for you, he doesn't stand a chance. He's a lamb for slaughter, and I'm the one carrying the axe.

Crime Lord removes a cigar from his suit jacket and lights it up before smirking into the camera...

CL: Are you Ready?

He blows a puff of smoke into the camera and walks out of shot as we head to commercial.

Main Event

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, it is that time again...it's MAIN EVENT TIME!

MW: And what a fantastic Main Event this is. This is a match that could headline any 6WF pay per view easily.

RJ: Three former world champions, three of the biggest names in 6WF at the moment, all of whom will want a world title back around their waist sooner rather than latter.

MW: Of course, this match involves not only the wrestler who was the last undisputed champion, but also the competitor who has the first chance to become the next Undisputed Champion!

DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS PROGRAMME, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...”Edgecrusher” roars out around the arena. Logan Kincade steps out on to the stage, taking in the boos from the crowd before storming down the ramp, climbing the steel steps and then through the middle rope into the ring.

RJ: Logan Kincade has been involved in the Hardcore Title battle, do you think that's where his focus will remain?

MW: I think so RJ. As much as he wants the world title again, we all know how important the Hardcore Title is for him, that's where he made his reputation.

"Rain Wizard" blares out over the speakers and the crowd descend into boos as the 6WF veteran Crime Lord strides out onto the stage. He glares around the arena before making his way down the ramp and stepping into the ring.

RJ: That was an absolutely tremendous win for Crime Lord at Redemption, managing to overcome Vortex and Oko to become N01 contender.

MW: With the announcement that he's cashing in his title shot next week, Crime Lord will want a momentum-boosting win tonight.

‘Turn up the Trouble’ plays and the crowd explode as Mr Kenty bounds out onto the stage. He stops and breathes in the atmosphere, looking round and mouthing ‘wow’ before making his way towards the ring, slapping hands with people on the front row. Kenty slides into the ring, staring across at Crime Lord and Kincade.

RJ: It doesn't half look strange seeing Kenty without the title belt around his waist.

MW: Well you best get used to it RJ, because Adamson will be keeping that title for a while, after taking such a long time to win it.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Kenty, Kincade and Crime Lord circle the ring, staring each other down. Crime Lord and Kincade look to each other, before converging on Kenty. He smiles, before smashing Logan with a huge right hand. Crime Lord quickly drives a knee up into the gut of Kenty, cutting him off before he can go after Kincade.

Crime Lord brings Kenty up to his feet, he hits a couple of big right-handed body shots before then clubbing Kenty around the side of the head with a left-handed punch. Crime Lord then lifts a boot up into the stomach, Kenty lurches over and Crime Lord hits a fisherman’s suplex, bridging over into the cover.

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

Crime Lord gets up to his feet, he hauls up Mr Kenty and fires in a number of knees to the gut, before whipping Kenty into the ropes. On the rebound meets the popular star with a big belly to belly suplex. Kenty staggers to his feet and Crime Lord drills him to the mat with a Spinebuster. He covers once more.

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

Kenty drives the shoulder up, Crime Lord rolls up to his feet and away from Kenty as Kincade strides over. Logan rolls up to his feet, he quickly boots Kenty in the head. Kincade quickly starts firing stomps down into the head of Kenty, forcing him back towards the corner. Logan runs in, hitting a dropkick to the head. He then drags Kenty up by the head, before smashing his head into the top turnuckle repeatedly. Kenty stumbles back, Kincade goes for a German suplex, which connects.

RJ: This isn't a promising situation for Kenty, with Crime Lord and Kincade working together to take out Kenty.

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

Logan steps away this time, as Crime Lord bounces off the ropes hitting a diving splash down onto Kenty. Crime Lord then stands waiting for Kenty to rise before throwing him down with a suplex. Crime Lord attempts to bridge over but Kenty quickly powers out. Crime Lord then locks in an armbar.

RJ: Now it is Crime Lord’s turn to show off some of his impressive offensive weapons.

MW: It’s this style of unrelenting offence that I think makes him a very dangerous opponent for a Max Adamson still suffering the effects from his concussion.

Kenty fights up to his feet with the armbar hold still applied, only for Crime Lord to floor him with a huge clothesline. He makes the cover.

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

Crime Lord drags up Kenty, he and Logan then take it in turns smashing huge punches into the head of Kenty...

RJ: Kenty's like a punch-bag for these two, and they are competing to see who can knock it off it's hinges first!

Kincade and Crime Lord then lift Logan into the air, nailing a huge double brainbuster. Kincade then applies a grounded chicken-wing as Crimey bounces off the ropes and nails a huge kick to the head. Cover.

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

Kincade hauls him up and reels off a succession of European Uppercuts and headbutts, Kenty falls into the corner. Logan runs in and goes for a leaping clothesline which connects. Logan then allows Kenty out of the corner, before nailing a DDT. He covers.

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

Logan rolls to his feet, he immediately starts laying a number of big stomps down into the face and head of Kenty. He rolls towards the ropes, Logan grabs the legs of Kenty and goes for a choke slingshot but Kenty grabs a hold of the ring apron, which prevents Kincade from completing the move.

Kenty then manages to boot him away, he gets to his feet and leaps onto the top rope for a springboard move but Crime Lord runs over, he leaps into the air and meets Kenty with a huge spear, as Kenty falls from the top rope down to the outside.

MW: What a move by Crime Lord! He cut Kenty off in mid-air!

RJ: Tremendous awareness from Crimey!

Crime Lord turns around, he sees Kincade down on the mat and smirks. Crime Lord drags Kincade to a vertical base where he fires off a number of clubbing right-handed punches to the side of thehead. Logan responds with a headbutt, he then follows up with a huge uppercut that sends Crime Lord into the canvas. Kincade drags Crimey up, he whips him into the ropes before connecting with a backbreaker on the rebound. Kincade makes the cover.

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

Kincade gets to his feet, he drags up Crime Lord with a sick grin on his face. He scoops Crime Lord over his shoulders before walking towards the ropes and dropping Crime Lord down throat first across it. Kincade leaps onto the apron, he hits a big punch into the chin of Crime Lord to send him staggering back.

Logan then springboards off the top rope going for a flying clothesline but Crime Lord catches him before drilling Kincade into the canvas with a huge spinebuster! Kincade stumbles up and Crimey nails a bridging belly to belly suplex. Cover.

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

Crime Lord gets to his feet, he stomps away on the head of Logan Kincade who rolls away towards the corner. Crime Lord continues with the stomping until the referee steps in. Crime Lord brushes him away, he then removes the 2nd turnbuckle cover before driving Kincade’s head into the exposed steel repeatedly.

Eventually Crime Lord steps away before sprinting in and nailing a leaping double foot stomp across the back. Crime Lord then hauls Kincade up to a vertical base and flings him down to the canvas with a German suplex. Crime Lord makes the cover.

Ref: 1............2........kick out!

RJ: Crime Lord in control!

Crime Lord rolls up to his feet, he hauls Logan to his feet and goes for an STO but Kincade blocks it before drilling Crime Lord into the mat with a reverse STO! Crime Lord staggers to his feet, Kincade grabs the right arm of Crime Lord before pulling him in quickly and nailing a short-clothesline.

Logan stands waiting for Crime Lord to rise before connecting with a left uppercut to the gut, he then lifts Crime Lord to his feet nailing a brainbuster! Cover.

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

Crime Lord is brought up to his feet by Logan Kincade who nails a number of back elbows into the side of the head that backs Crimey into the ropes. Logan whips him out across the ring and on the rebound connects with a snap powerslam. Crime Lord stumbles up to his feet, Kincade boots him in the gut and nails a DDT. Cover.

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

Kincade drags Crime Lord to the corner, he drop toe holds him face-first into the
exposed steel of the 2nd turnbuckle that Crime Lord removed. Kincade stands waiting for Crimey to rise before running in and hitting a huge jumping clothesline! He goes to the top rope...

RJ: MOONSAULT!

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

Crime Lord forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Kincade waits for Crime Lord to rise before sprinting in going for a crossbody block...

MW: Caught him!

RJ: Three backbreakers in a row!

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

Kincade gets the shoulder up on this occasion, Crime Lord hauls him to a vertical base and then throws Logan into the corner. Crimey sprints in, connecting with a big splash. Kincade slumps forward and Crime Lord takes him down with a bridging vertical suplex, cover.

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

Crime Lord hauls up Logan Kincade, he then bounces off the ropes and nails a Lou Thesz Press. He immediately starts to pummel away on the head of Logan with a succession of huge punches until the ref steps in. Crime Lord then stands waiting for Kincade to stir slightly, before bouncing off the ropes...

MW: MAFIA MOW DOWN!

RJ: That could be it!

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

Kincade drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Crime Lord drags him to up his feet and goes for The Custody. Kincade spins his way out...

MW: MEATHOOK CLOTHESLINE!

RJ: What a clothesline!

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

Logan is stood over Crime Lord, waiting for him to rise when the tron suddenly flickers into life.

MW: Stevens and Blue Dragon are beating the hell out of each other backstage, wow, our producer better watch out, that was close to him!

RJ: Kincade looks very intrigued by this...

MW: He looks more than intrigued, Logan is going backstage to join in!

Kincade strides past Crime Lord, walking up the ramp and going to the backstage area as the tron switches back off. Kenty rolls into the ring...

RJ: Kenty going to take advantage!

MW: Going up top...

RJ: Senton bomb!

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

Kenty is slowly up to his feet, Crime Lord rising up at the same time. The two start exchanging blows, only for Kenty to manage to block a punch and nail a hip toss. Crime Lord is up to a vertical base and Kenty nails an inverted headlock backbreaker, he runs off the ropes...

RJ: Boot to the back of the head by Kenty!

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

Crime Lord drives the shoulder up, Kenty stands over the former world champion before nailing a forward Russian legsweep. Crimey stumbles to his feet, Kenty runs the ropes and nails a leaping leg-drop bulldog. He hooks the leg once more.

MW: Kenty really taking it to Crimey here.

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

Crime Lord gets the shoulder up off the canvas, but Mr Kenty is immediately back onto the offensive by hitting a number of fist drops into the face. He then waits for the number 1 to rise before reeling off a number of rights and lefts to the head of Crimey who stumbles back, trying to protect himself but can’t really get a block in on any of Kenty’s punches.

Kenty backs Crime Lord into the ropes where he continues with the punching until the referee is forced to step in. Kenty eagerly moves back in as soon as the ref finishes warning him, he connects with a clothesline that flips Crime Lord over the top rope. Crimey lands on the ring apron, Kenty applies a front facelock before dragging Crime Lord forward to rest his legs on the 2nd rope...

RJ: Spike DDT!

MW: Clearly losing the title has reinvigorated him!

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

RJ: Kenty looks like he may well be on the verge of winning this one...

MW: Setting up for mic check...

RJ: OH MY GOD!

MW: LOOK AT THE POWER!

RJ: LOCK N LOAD!

MW: THAT IS UNBELIEVABLE!

Kenty has Crime Lord set up for the mic check but Crime Lord lifts him onto his shoulders from position before nailing the F5.

RJ: He's not done yet...2nd Lock n Load!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Crime Lord wins it!

MW: Don't down play it RJ, that was amazing!

RJ: It was very impressive. Crime Lord managed to see off Kenty and Kincade, despite both of them really going after him with their offence, both very fired up.

MW: That first Lock n Load then was amazing, that could regain him the world title next week if he hits it like that.

RJ: Certainly a good morale-booster ahead of that huge match next week.

RJ: Folks, welcome back to what has been a truly explosive episode of Lockdown, and one that promises not to go quietly into the night...

MW: It’s certainly been a firecracker, ‘Arj. First we had the announcement that next week, Live on Lockdown; Max Adamson, the 6WF Undisputed Champion , will defend against Crime Lord. We also saw the introduction of Max’s Guardian Angel in a heated exchange with The Saint...

RJ: We’ve also seen the continuation; and continued implosion of the Hardcore Division as Lucas Takeo, Austin Stevens, Blue Dragon and Logan Kincade continue to be at each others throats.

MW: We also saw Mike Hill announce that Cameron Faith would get his shot at the European Title as part of a Best of 3 Series, with Hill somewhat confidently declaring Faith’s win at Redemption would count. That promises to be an extremely competitive series...

RJ: And now, following weeks; months of disruption and mayhem, The Saint and Cassius Zhi will finally come face to face, I don’t think there’s anyone or anything in this world that is going to want to come between these two men. Let’s take you back to Redemption to show you the latest piece in this extraordinary puzzle as Cassius again attempted to provoke the 6WF General Manager.

RJ: Damn it! Get him out of here!

MW: I think you mean get them out of here!

RJ: They can't be allowed to do this! Don't let them ruin another world title match, another main event.

MW: Another career RJ! If they get their hands on Max, that could be the end of him.

Cassius Zhi is stood a top of the stage, with four Zhilots stood behind him.

RJ: What is Saint doing? He's just sat here.

MW: Do something damn it, stop hiding!

Saint looks at Zhi, he then smiles as security leap over the railings on either side of the rampway, forming a blockade to the ring. The Saint stands up, smiling at Cassius Zhi.

RJ: This was his plan! All along! The Saint wanted Cassius to come out so he could set security on him, to prevent anything like last month happening.

Cassius walks down the ramp, striding towards the line of security but just standing there, smiling at Saint. Saint smiles back but this soon changes as further Zhilots walk out onto the stage...

MW: What in the hell?

RJ: Oh my god! No!

MW: No! No!

RJ: They've got the Consultant! The Consultant has been taken hostage by the Zhilots!

MW: They've got him in a straight-jacket!

RJ: There is no way of escape for The Consultant. The Zhilots can't be allowed to do this, someone stop them!

MW: I don't believe it, how have they done this? Why are they doing this? What are they thinking?

RJ: No-one knows what they're thinking, what Zhi is thinking. That is what makes them so dangerous.

MW: Saint's best laid plans have just been dismantled by Zhi. He is shocked beyond belief.

The Zhilots walk The Consultant to the edge of the stage. Some of the fans scream, but most of them are deadly silent. The Zhilots have The Consultant teetering on the edge of the stage, keeping hold of him. The Saint is up out of his chair, pleading with Cassius Zhi to not do it.

RJ: Zhi is enjoying this, the sick son of bitch!

Saint continues to plead with Cassius, he smirks back before turning to the stage and nodding...

MW: NO!

RJ: GOD DAMN IT! GET THE MEDICS OUT HERE!

MW: EMTS NOW! GET THEM TO THE CONSULTANT!

RJ: HE'S JUST BEEN PUSHED OFF TO THE STAGE TO THE FLOOR!

MW: SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP ZHI! THIS IS SICKENING! HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED BEFORE HE DOES ANYMORE DAMAGE!

RJ: THAT SICK BASTARD SHOULD BE IN PRISON MICHAEL! HE JUST ORDERED A FATHER TO BE PUSHED OFF THE STAGE.

MW: DISGUSTING!

RJ: AND NOW THE SAINT HAS SNAPPED!

MW: WHO CAN BLAME HIM?!

MW: Whatever happens tonight, I don’t think this will be the end of it by a long shot... here we go...

‘They Say’ by Scars on Broadway blares through the speakers and the LG Arena erupts into a chorus of boo’s as The Zhi-lots arrive onto the stage. They stand, Cassius Zhi masks adorned their faces before parting to allow Cassius Zhi to emerge onto the stage. He stands stone faced, looking around the crowd before staring down at the ring where the stage is set up for Saint’s Row...

RJ: Look at that. Not a single shred of emotion from Cassius.

MW: He’s completely remorseless, ‘Arj. He doesn’t care who he hurts or who gets in his way. He is hell bent on tearing 6WF apart.

The Zhi-lots begin to walk down the ropes, guiding Cassius as they reach the ring steps. Cassius motions for the Zhi-lots to surround the ring as he makes his way up the steps...

RJ: I’m guessing he doesn’t want to take any chances that it would be more than just him and The Saint?

MW: Well, I’d wager an awful lot of money on Mr. Kenty making an appearance here....

Cassius walks into the ring, looking at the set up and looking in disgust at the surroundings before ‘Monster’ by Skillet roars through the speakers and the crowd erupt as The Saint walks out on to the stage...

RJ: Not for the first time tonight the crowd are showing their appreciation for the General Manager.

The Saint walks towards the ring, applauding the crowd before stopping at the base of the ramp. He looks round the ring, eyeballing the Zhi-lots before motioning for the two men infront of him to move. He climbs the apron and stands staring across at Cassius who slowly paces across the ring. The Saint steps through the ropes, turning round to ensure the Zhi-lots are still on the outside before circling Cassius.

MW: I don’t have to tell you guys at home just how much tension is in the atmosphere right now...

The Saint and Cassius stand and stare at each other. Neither man breaking eye contact. The Saint reaches down and grabs his microphone before picking Cassius’ up. Cassius steps forward, snatching the microphone from The Saint’s hand. The Saint smiles at the petulance...

TS: Amazing how a simple act seems to irritate you so much, Cassius? Snatching like a child? You’ve gone from pushing a poor, innocent and defenceless old man from a stage, to snatching a microphone. I guess it goes someway to show just how fractured your mindset really is at the moment. You’re completely and utterly blinded by the hatred you seem to have for not only me, but for this company.

The company that made you, Cassius. The company that allowed you to grow into this formidable, destructive force. I guess that’s what I find hardest to understand, what exactly IS your issue? What is it that you’re trying to achieve? Are you hoping that I’ll leave? That 6WF will collapse? What is your objective?

Cassius stands staring blankly at Saint before a eerie smile etches across his face...

CZ: Issues, Saint?

I can assure you I have more than a few. Whilst I’d love to stand here and indulge you and your ego by listing them, I feel it would simply act as a prologue to what in reality is a much more Machiavellian tale...

Cassius sits upon his stool, smiling up at The Saint....

CZ: What surprises me, Saint, is your ignorance to the possibilities surrounding my return. You see, it was your actions at Born In Fire that were the catalyst for every irreparable action I have since enacted. You see, 6WF, the company you claim allowed me to grow into the man you see before you, stood in my way of finally ridding it of its obsessive western philosophies. More to the point, Saint...

You stood in my way.

Re-Genesis was the pinnacle of everything that existed within 6WF. It was the culmination of months of planning. Its goal was simple. Bring 6WF to its knees and rebuild. Rebuild with a new vision, a new rhetoric. A vision that place myself and Alex Walker at the top of the food chain, with Logan as our weapon of mass destruction.

Born In Fire should’ve been our moment. We knew Hero’s ego would cause the self implosion of the Church. James’ was the key. His devotion to his precious JJ Johnson. His emotive personality. His desire to thwart my ascension was what stood in our way, that was, until you arrived, Saint.

Cassius smirks...

CZ: Revenge is sweet, isn’t it, Saint?

Tell me, how did it feel that night? Stepping out in front of all those people and conquering your demon? That adulation, that recognition, that feeling of purpose that encapsulated you in that moment made you remember who you really were. The attention seeking, egotistical malcontent that at some point we’d all come to despise.

It was during my enforced hiatus that I began to contemplate how you and I crossed paths. How we’d come to be in the situation I had now found myself. And more importantly, how I could rectify your mistake.

TS: My mistake?

CZ: Yes, Saint. Your mistake.

The mistake of thinking that Born In Fire was the end of it. That my crashing to the floor, locked within a straight jacket would be the final exclamation point on our wonderful history. The day you stepped foot back in this building, the day you stood there and accepted the position of General Manager was the day you signed along the dotted line of your demise.

Cassius stands from his seat, pacing slowly back and forward...

CZ: To go back to your question, Saint. My objective, is to destroy you once and for all. To finally end this marriage of inconvenience, this womb that we share. And now, with you as the head of 6WF, what better way to kill two birds with one stone. The Captain, goes down with his ship. So incredibly poetic, don’t you think...

The Saint stands, taking it all in....

RJ: So he’s back to take The Saint, and hopefully 6WF down? He can’t be serious?

MW: What is Saint going to do, ‘Arj?

The Saint smiles to himself as the crowd roar his name...

TS: I’ve hate to be the bearer of bad news here, Cass, but, I’m not interested in indulging your fantasy. You see, as much I’d like to reignite this old rivalry for one last hurrah, I made a promise not to put this company in jeopardy.

But please, don’t think I don’t appreciate the sentiment. I would like nothing more to dish out some divine retribution for friends that have fallen at your hands. And please, don’t think I’m going to shy away, or let you think that somehow me declining your invitation is a sign of weakness, you see, I’ve found someone perfectly capable of taking you down and representing the good name of this company. Though I’m sure you’ll know the name, I’m not sure you’re going to have any sort of hold over him, but I can assure you he’s the man that’s going to....

RJ: What the....

The lights in the arena begin to flicker violently. A collection of spotlights above the titantron explode and shards of glass crash to the floor to gasps from the crowd. The titantron begins to flicker with a bold message...


MW: This again! What the hell is going on ‘Arj?

RJ: I don’t know.....JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT!!?

A loud siren begins to sound around the arena before a voice kicks in over the PA system...



The siren continues to reverberate around the arena....

RJ: WHAT VIRUS!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?

The Saint and Cassius look around the ring. The Zhi-lots patrol the outside of the arena as the lights in the arena cut out...

MW: WHAT NOW!?



Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RJ: OH MY GOD!? DID THAT JUST SAY WHAT I THINK IT DID?!

MW: NO FREAKING WAY! THIS CAN’T BE! HE CAN’T BE BACK!

RJ: YOU HEARD IT, I HEARD IT! I CAN’T SEE ANYTHI.....

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

RJ: MY GOD, MIKE! LOOK! MIKE! MY GOD! IT’S HIM! IT’S HIM!

MW: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS! THE ROOF HAS JUST COME OFF THE LG ARENA!

RJ: NEMESIS IS BACK! SLAP BANG, CENTRE OF THE RING! CASSIUIS IS IN SHOCK! SAINT IS IN SHOCK!

MW: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!

RJ: CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! NEMESIS JUST DRILLED CASSIUS!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

RJ: I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’VE JUST WITNESSED! 6WF’S ORIGINAL MONSTER JUST RETURNED! THIS CROWD IS ELECTRIC! NEMESIS IS BACK! NEMESIS IS HOME AND HE JUST TOOK OUT CASSIUS ZHI!

The lights in the arena return to show Nemesis stood between Saint and Cassius. He turns and stares at his former foe before turning and going face to face with Cassius who smiles. Nemesis smiles back before gripping him across the throat and delivering a devastating chokeslam. He turns and stares out of the ring at the Zhilots before turning and staring at The Saint who stands in shock as ‘Epilogue’ erupts from the speakers to huge roars of approval!

RJ: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! 6WF JUST WITNESSED HISTORY! NEMESIS IS BACK IN 6WF!

MW: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D HEAR THOSE WORDS! WHAT AN OVATION! WHAT A LOCKDOWN!

The crowd continue to roar with approval as Nemesis and the Saint stare down as Lockdown goes off the air.