6WF Presents - Destiny!! - Sunday 5th October, 2014!

Hidari Kenji RP
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(The scene opens up ina dark room with the spotlight on Hidari Kenji sitting down in a steel chair. Hidari is shown wearing a suit. Black bottoms and a black blazer. His dress shirt is white with a black tie. Hidari looks presentable as he places a microphone on the side of his collar.)

Reporter 1: Greetings Hidari Kenji and thanks for having myself here to interview you.

Hidari: That's not a good enough introduction...

Reporter 1: What is it you want me to say?

Hidari: Think son. You're looking at the Future and First Japanese 6WF Undisputed Champion. But I won't give you a hard time.

Reporter: Right. Ladies and Gentlemen I have here today your Future and First Japanese 6WF Undisputed Champion Hidari Kenji.

Hidari: That's a lot better

Reporter: Hidari thank you for allowing me to grace you with this interview and your time

Hidari: Even better

Reporter- Now I know you have a lot on your mind coming off of a loss from Mr. Kenty former 6WF Undisputed Champion and with the Gold Rush coming up what is in the mind of Hidari Kenji. How do you take such disappointment from losing to Mr. Kenty

Hidari: I don't take losses easily and what you just said makes me want to get up and punch you in the face. I could be pissed about losing to Mr. Kenty...hell I beat Mr. Kenty in the past before but he had a slight edge over me. Always had a slight advantage somway some how and it pisses me off.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- It frustrates me that I'm not the one that 6WF is noticed. It should be me the red hot topic of discussion in 6WF but it's not. Instead I have someone like The Saint putting himself into a championship match without any type of build up. Automatically he gets a shot at Max Adamson. But I never been a complainer not at all because I let my action speak for itself.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- I guess you could call me bitter, jealous, envious. But the man you see before you isn't a walk thru the park. The fact that Mr. Kenty is still walking til this day is because of The Empire. He knows it and those parasite of fans out there knows it.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- But the more I try to wrap my head around certain situations. I can't be mad at no one but myself for coming up short. Hell my career here in 6WF has been yes successful but I always come up short.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- Last Year at the Gold Rush I was last of the 10 men still left in the ring and proud. This year there will be no second places1 There will be no coming up short. Because you can tell The Saint to lace his boots. Nemesis to lace his boots. Crime Lord to lace his boots and Mr. Kenty to lace his boots too! At the end of the day Hidari Kenji will be the one who fights through the fire and will outlast and outwit 30! If not 30 then 40! If not 40 then 50! Of the past and present 6WF Locker room over the ropes and out of my way to Born In Fire!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- I'm sick of tired of being sick and tired and fed up of being fed up! I will not take a backseat to not having a Undisputed Championship Match at Born in Fire because the Future is Now! And 6WF is on my back because who is the true leader and the man who will bring 6WF to it's knees me!

Reporter: Don't you think with Adamson running the show and the Saint trying to prevent his change. Don't you think it's time for the Real Hidari Kenji to come out? A Hidari Kenji that these people can follow and believe in. Sir you said you have a brotherhood? These fans in that arena that boo and give you mix reactions each and every night. Those are your real brotherhood!

Hidari- NO! You see that's the difference between you Europeans and us Japanese men! The Japanese never die without a battle.

Destiny will be wither my dishonor or destined destination winning the gold rush and I busted my ass long enough and hard just to get noticed and I promise you there will be no man who can outwit and survive longer than Hidari Kenji!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- This is a message to anyone who see's this. The Empire will have it's moment at Destiny. You have future and potential stars in singles competition with Kenzaki Nogami and Tsukasa Yaragama. A dominate and front row of a beast in The Dragon! Any man of Asian Decent is welcome to be apart of something big because at the end of the day Yellow can't trust no other color but themselves.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- But I will say this... Mr. Kenty thank you for beating me last week. I learned something that changed my opinion about everything. I respect you Kenty because you pinned someone who isn't a walk thru the park but I also respect you because you proved to me that your reign as 6WF undisputed Champion wasn't as joke. You were a fighting champion. But what separates you from me is that Hidari Kenji is a successful future and will be know as a historical Undisputed Champion when that time comes.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- And whoever is watching this right now. You can ignore me, roll your eyes at me but make no mistake about it. You can hate, deny and shit on how good I am but I won't stop until I am dead and on the mat.

I WILL WIN THE GOLD RUSH BATTLE ROYAL AT DESTINY!

I WILL MAIN EVENT BORN IN FIRE!

I WILL BEAT THAT CHAMPION!

I WILL BE COME HISTORY!

I WILL BE THE FIRST JAPANESE 6WF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!

BELIEVE IN THE EMPIRE

WALK BESIDE THE EMPIRE

FEAR THE EMPIRE!

YOUR FUTURE JAPANESE 6WF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION...YOUR KING!

HIDARI KENJI!

MW: Well there you have it ladies and......

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

MW: He's here!!

RJ: Uh oh. He's a little late, Austin has gone!

Edgecrusher explodes out of the speakers as pyros in red and white explode up and down the ramp as Logan Kincade's intro video plays on the tron and the fans in a mixture of cheering and booing almost drown out the music.

Suddenly after the music has played for almost a minute Logan Kincade appears out the smoke of the pyros with a smirk from ear to ear, his Hardcore Title gripped tightly in his right hand.

He stops at the top of the ramp and pauses, taking in the atmosphere before he roars as yet more pyros burst around him lighting up his partly scarred partly war painted face before he sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring.

MW: Logan Kincade ladies and gents! Looking better than ever!

RJ: I must say Logan certainly looks to be fighting fit today. That Hardcore title really does mean the world to him...

Logan climbs the turnbuckles and raises the Hardcore title to the jeers/cheers of the fans before the music fades and he is thrown a microphone.

LK: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO/YEAAAAH

LK: Hahahahaa... shut up you fuckwhits cheering, I am not a changed man, I don't give two shits if you like me now because I got rid of that fuckin clown Stevens...

which brings me to the first order of business and the reason I came out here.. I heard Lil Austin's rant, and good lord he likes to rant... I see him apologizingb and I think to myself... here's a guy, who came into the 6WF proclaiming not to care, FUCK PG! fuck the system, I do things my way, my way or the highway blah fuckin blah blah blah... and then he wins the Harcore title. I say wins, I mean he entered the division when the man who personified it wasn't there... and picked up a belt, put it round his waist and proclaimed himself the champion

RJ: That's hardly fair..

MW: It's hardly inaccurate Arj! 

RJ: Honestly

LK: No this is a guy who acts like he is the man, who gave up this title because he is "over it" he is "past it" "beyond it" "moving on the bigger and better things" bitch please, don't insult these fuckers intelligence. Well... what little intelligence they have

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

LK: Hahahahahaha well the fact is Austin, You aren't good enough to win the World title, I was, in fact I was so good the whole company did their utmost to take it away from me, even the people on my side went out of their way to strip me of it and why was this? Was it because I wasn't good enough? Not likely. Was it because I didn't deserve to be champion? Definitely not. So what was it?

well, I'll tell you, it was because they feared me. They still do. See unlike you Austin. I don't make bold claims. I don't threaten. I just explain before hand, what I will do to people to give them a sporting chance to prepare or to forfeit and save themselves the beating. See I am not a bad guy. I am a purveyor of fairness. I give people a fair chance. 

Unfortunately people like the Saint.... like McGraw... they have their hand picked ....haha "superstars" whom they deem fit for purpose. The poster boys of this company who sell a certain image. And these people are handed everything on a silver platter. 

Now I don't need to name names. As that list is so blatantly obvious that it would take a retard not to see it. I suppose there ARE a lot of retards out here tonight... but I am sure that someone will clue them in eventually

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

LK: I am the HARDCORE CHAMPION! SHUT YOUR MOUTHS AND LISTEN!

Now...  as you all should be used to. I promised I would recapture my hardcore title, and as with everything I promise, I made good on that promise now.... I will make you all a new promise. Austin, you might want to listen to this because it concerns you. 

Logan looks right into the camera with a smile etched on his face.

LK: I promise you right now, that I will go out of my way, I will put my life in danger, I will pull out all the stops I will give EVERYTHING... to stop Austin Stevens ever winning the world title.

WM: YES!

RJ: WHAT! HOW PETTY CAN YOU GET!

LK: Why! Logan! WELL... I will tell you why, it's very simple.... because I can. 

Logan laughs as he drops the microphone and Edgecrusher blasts out of the speakers. He shoulders the hardcore title before he rolls out the ring and makes his way up the ramp laughing to himself as fans hurl abuse at him.

RJ: Logan Kincade is a mad man! Not being content with taking Austin Steven's Hardcore title, he now has vowed to go out of his way to stop him ever winning the world title, and for no other reason that he can!? Insane

MW: INSANE!? it's genius RJ. Steven's is a clown he isn't World title material!

RJ: You don't know that, he deserves to attempt his own quest to the world title without having someone purposely stand in his way! It's unsportsmanlike Mike and I don't like it!

MW: Well I don't like you but that's just how it goes.

RJ: Boo you and boo Logan Kincade! We will be back after the break.

The show goes to commercials as Logan reaches the top of the ramp and turns with an evil smirk on his lips as the camera zooms in on his eyes.

The show returns from a commercial break to a darkened locker room.

A shadowy figure is shown, his hulking frame gives him away as none other than the moster Udo Berg. He appears to be talking to himself as the camera nears the flickering of a TV set lights the German giant's face.

Udo looks at a video of his recent matches with anger and frustration clear to see in his eyes. An image of Visage appears on the screen as he costs Udo the match Berg grits his teeth, the sound of bone scraping against bone is harsh as he rewinds the footage and replays it, at this point it is apparent he has been watching the same footage for a while. He plays the video again as Visage appears he pauses the DVR and glares into the screen. A glaze comes over his eyes as he is transfixed.

He stands but still continues to stare at the screen, he steps forwards and looks down at the TV, He picks it up and moves it close to his face as wires in the back cause the Digital set top box to fall to the ground. He looks closely at the screen, the HD image of Visage's face. We see a close up of Visage's mask, and within the eye holes the African fear machine appears to be smiling. Udo's demeanor instantly changes.

He softly mutters a words.

Udo: Vhy....

Berg moves the image away from his face and holds in at arms length.

Udo: VHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Udo throws the TV against the wall as it smashes into tiny pieces and a small fire begins to burn in the rubble of the electrical equipment, glass flies around the room as Udo begins to growl in a rage and smashing the room up when suddenly a sound in the darkness stops Udo in his tracks.

Udo: ..................................................Vhy Alptraum?

Visage's silhouette moves into the shot.

Visage: Why what my friend? Have you lost faith in me?

Udo: Haff I reasson to?

V: I have never done anything but tried to help you to reach your true potential my friend. Why would you start to doubt me now.

Udo: I vil not tolerate deception Alptraum, not even from you. I varn you now, I varn you now!

V: And I warn you, I am not to be taken lightly but I implore you that I have not done anything to warrant this anger Berg, perhaps it is not I who you should take this aggression out on but the members of Empire whom you find it so difficult to defeat

Udo: Do not test me puny man

V: Do not mistake my size and lack of physical strength with that of weakness, But please trust me, whatever you think you saw on that video, it was misconstrued. I am 100% on your side, I need to know you are also on mine.....

Udo and Visage glare at each other for a few moments before Udo breaks the silence

Udo: I vil fight by your side... but I promise you that if I vass right...

V: You aren't

Udo stares into the eyes of Visage

The crowd are prepped and ready for Destiny, there's a buzz as many of them look to the poster advertising the massive Gold Rush match. 

RJ: Ladies and gentlemen, we're here at this pre-Destiny event, hyping up what promises to be the biggest 6WF show of the year thus far, headlined by the unpredictable, always entertaining Gold Rush Battle Royal! 30 men, vying for the chance to take on Max Adamson at Bor....

At that, 'Monster' hits and the crowd explode and rise to their feet as The Saint emerges into the deafening atmosphere. He is wearing a crisp white shirt, with trousers and brown leather shoes. He walks from one side to the stage to the other, surveying the arena. He reaches the middle of the ramp once more, raises a finger, suggesting he has forgotten something. He reaches into his shirt pocket...

Crowd: YEAAAAHHHHHHH!!

The Saint pulls out the signature aviator shades and places them over his eyes, beginning the descent to the ring.

RJ: The surprise match of the night: The Saint placing himself in the firing line against a pumped Max Adamson! Inspired decision making, or ego prompted stupidity? Who knows!

MW: The Saint is a past it has been, 'Arj! He's not even stepped into that ring for over a year and a half! How does he think he can even compete with Max Adamson?!

RJ: Eloquent as ever, Mike, but you're right. The Saint hasn't stepped foot in a ring competitively since that heart breaking defeat to Cassius in front of his hometown crowd. You cant help but wonder what we're going to see at Destiny!

The Saint has climbed into the ring and onto a turnbuckle. He looks around at the fans, before slowly sending both hands to his waist, where he slowly motions a belt. The crowd lap it up as The Saint jumps down and reaches for a microphone.

The music ceases and the crowd ramp it up further, The Saint smirking the whole time. Eventually they quieten and allow for The Saint to speak.

The Saint: One of the biggest honours of my career, 6WF, was Danny McGraw summoning me to his sickbed, shortly after he'd been taken ill. I arrived at that hospital and saw a man clinging to life, a man who'd wronged me in the past. A man who'd driven me to some of the darkest moments of my career, but this was a different Danny McGraw. He was at peace with his inner malice, he was just grateful to be alive, he was a fighter, who had shown insurmountable courage to still be in this world. He may have been weak, frail but I've never seen a stronger man in my life!

And he looked to me, deep into the eyes, right where the message could be felt and he quietly said: "You're the man 6WF needs, Saint. You're the one I need to keep things going." How could I turn down a man who'd just defied death? I knew if I took on the role of General Manager with the same zest and strength Danny McGraw showed, I'd do a damn good job. And I have, haven't I?! I've had a hell of a lot to deal with, The Zhi-lots, Nemesis' return, the fallout from Re-Genesis. Things have rarely been smooth but we're still here, we're still fighting, 6WF lives on!!

The crowd cheer.

The Saint: Every decision I've made, every calculated risk I've taken, it's been with the intention of putting on the best possible product I can. I knew I wasn't going to be Mr. Popular, I knew people would question my intentions, that's a given. But ladies and gents, there comes a point where you just can't take the hostility anymore.

I'm ashamed to say it, but Max Adamson pushed me to breaking point...

See, our esteemed 'champion' from day one has prodded and poked. He's fired off barbs about how I run my show, saying that I have a vendetta. And you see, I took that in my stride, took it on the chin because as I said, that's just par for this course. But when you tell a man that lives and breathes this company, Max, that he's killing it, that's when you crossed the line. That's when you got my attention, got me reconsidering my stance on the whole 'retirement'. I was tempted before that Gore to look you in the eye, man to man and tell you that I'm taking your World Title for the good of this company.

But of course you then went and sealed your fate. As soon as you went through me with that Gore. I was set, I was made up. An eye for an eye, as our foul mouthed friend Austin says.

See, it's been over a year and a half since the darkest night of my life. The night where despite the performance of my career, I wasn't good enough. I had to walk out of this arena in front of my friends, family in tears because I wasn't good enough. 

At Destiny, Max Adamson, I draw the line under that night. I return better, stronger! You're in the form of your life but you receive the biggest test of your career so far! Because I've been cooking, watching people not fit enough wipe my ass headline this company and it's killed me, it's physically pained me to have to tolerate. Well no more! You were damn right, Max, the ego has landed and this ego is taking your World Title!

I'm the true benchmark of how far you've come Adamson, you might be The Thunder from Down Under, The Incredible Hunk, whatever else you call your penis, but one thing you've never been, is good enough! You've never been good enough to be in my league and Destiny is your chance to prove me, these people and even your innermost doubts wrong! 

Do you have what it takes? I doubt it...

The Saint is suddenly cut off...

"Lonely Boy" by the Black Keys hits and the crowd boo as Saint is stood with the microphone still to his lips, not looking impressed as he's interrupted. Max Adamson strolls onto the ramp with the Undisputed Championships over his shoulders and a familiar smirk on his face. Angel stands alongside him and the pair walk down to the ring.

Saint: What's the matter Max? Can't talk to me without Angel holding your hand?

The crowd cheer as Adamson looks annoyed, he nods at Angel who stays at the bottom of the ramp as Adamson enters the ring. He takes a microphone from ringside and looks at Saint with tremendous distain.

Max: It bugs me Saint. But not in the way you intended to bug me. It bugs me that you feel you have to come out here and justify your actions, that you feel you need to stand here and blame me for "dragging" you out of your retirement and into an Undisputed World Championship match at the Destiny pay per view. Isn't it convenient I didn't push you to breaking point forcing you into a non-title match on Lockdown? Isn't it convenient that the man you swore would never become Champion while you were in charge now has to defend that title against you? These people might be stupid enough, gullible enough to believe every word coming from your mouth Saint, but I can see through you.

"Oh poor Saint, being verbally attacked by Max Adamson over The Saint's own failings, pushed to breaking point where Saint has no option but to abuse his power and give himself a World Title match ahead of about half a dozen active wrestlers who warrant the shot ahead of him"

(Adamson smirks as the crowd boo him and a "you suck" chant echoes around the arena)

Max: You said it yourself. People that apparently aren't fit to wipe your arse are headlining 6WF while you had to take a back seat. Let me tell all of you what this is really about. This isn't The Saint being pushed to the limit by Max Adamson. Far from it. If any of you believe that then you're all stupider than you look. Here's how this has "gone down" as you youngsters might say.

(Adamson clears his throat and stares at Saint)

Max: Saint said Max wouldn't be World Champion. Saint declares Max's World Championship Time Attack win null and void. Saint fails to prevent Cassius Zhi and the Zhilots savagely attacking Max days before a World Championship match. Max overcomes the odds and WINS the World Championship. Saint forces Max to defend against Crime Lord ASAP. Max wins that match. Saint decides to put himself in a match against Max for the World Championship.

(Adamson continues staring a hole into The Saint)

Max: That does not sound like someone being pushed to breaking point. That sounds like an egomaniac, powermad GM, with a personal vendetta against one of his wrestlers, desperate for one last shot at the top, who doesn't even have the balls to admit that he is abusing his power! You wont even admit there was a vendetta, yet all the evidence stacks up Saint, the actions, your actions over the last three months strongly enforces the opinion that you have a vendetta, and handing yourself a one on one World Championship match just like that, something I had to work towards for several months, is more absolute proof that you are abusing your power. I'm not fit to wipe your arse apparently, but these are the lengths you've had to go to just to try and stop me. So this is how it is huh. Max Adamson versus The Saint is actually happening. If that's how you want to play it, fine.

(Adamson looks intense as he continues)

Max: Apparently you are my biggest challenge, the biggest test of my career to date. A guy who hasn't wrestled in close to two years. A guy who I've personally disliked for over six years. You might have won the Grand Slam, but I'm not a million miles away from that myself. Just for the record, I am or have held the 6WF World Championship, TAW World Championship, European, Freeweight and Tag Team Championships. I am in the peak of my career. I have in the last 12 months defeated one of the toughest Champions in 6WF history in Mr Kenty, a future hall of famer in Crime Lord, and I retired TGA on the grandest stage of them all. If you think I'm scared you facing The Saint, you're wrong. I thrive on this pressure. I thrive on having to defeat you Saint. I've already overcome every obstacle you've thrown in my path in the last few months and frankly I have been aching for the opportunity to beat the crap out of you.

(Adamson smirks again as more booing is heard)

Max: The question is not, "do I have what it takes to beat The Saint?". The question is, "does The Saint have what it takes to survive Max Adamson?"

The big screen crackles into life and it shows falling pieces of gold. With a half a second or so delay there is clanking as they hit the surface. The camera pans out and it slowly becomes clear that their is a hand pouring a load of gold slowly onto the floor. The camera continues to pan out and as the gold finally empties we are left with a full picture of Tom Ree. 

"Gold, my dear pupils is one of the most sought after metals known to man." 

With a small smirk he turns around and heads back toward the front of the classroom. 

"But first I, Tom Ree would like to invite you to my next lecture. Yes, you. The teacher is speaking and you just cannot afford to miss the words I am speaking. Bring your notepad and as much intelligence as you can muster. You can prosper. You will improve" 

The camera has once again panned out to show the whole room and he is standing behind and a whiteboard. On the whiteboard in blue ink it says gold rush in big blue letters. 

MW: "Tom Ree is a taking part in the gold rush tonight, but first we will have another of his lectures." 

RJ: "That is a way to drain excitement out of the evening. The teacher experienced a disheartening loss last week when he went down to Ethan Knight."

MW: "His mind was elsewhere. A man with so many thoughts in his brain is bound to be slightly preoccupied at times."

"Welcome, today to lesson 13. How time flies when having fun. I am sure you are all more intelligent than when this process begun. Today is a lesson in history. Because tonight I enter the Gold Rush and to most of you, your knowledge of the Gold Rush is all based on this company. You know that Mr Kenty has won it, you know that Cassius Zhi has won it, you know that JJ Johnson has won it. But what you do not is the historical significance of that term, the gold rush. 

The gold rushes were huge for society. Without them everything would be different. A gold rush changes the way things were irrevocably. Whatever happens this weekend at least one career will be changed. Because this can make your name. Make a career. It is a metaphor that I am sure will go somewhat over the head of the majority of you. Someone somewhere with a bit of a brain named this event and I could not find it any more apt. 

A gold rush sees fervent migration of people to an area that has had a dramatic discovery of gold deposits in search of a fortune. If it was your lucky day you could earn the ultimate prize, a lifetime of riches. 

This Sunday, 30 superstars will fly to Turkey upon hearing of the potential opportunity that has offered itself. If it's your lucky night you will land yourself a contract offering you a shot at the ultimate prize, the 6wf championship. 

The wealth did not just go to one person though. One person could conceivably earn a life changing amount but with the low barriers to entry, many people benefitted from the gold. 

Although the ultimate prize of the gold rush is the world title shot, there is more than one benefactor. Names will be made, reputations forged. Impressing here can be the kick-start necessary to succeed. 

People would find themselves emigrating to new cities in order to find a fortune. Not shackled by local links and protocol these people would bring new ideas and culture shifts. 

People who have never seen us will watch the Gold Rush and becomes fans. Not shackled by past victories clouding their judgement they will adopt the new school. They will understand I am the future of this company. 

Tonight is my first Gold Rush. But that does not mean my name will not be the one you read about in your papers tomorrow. The numbers are not in my favour. I have a one in thirty chance but  History tells us someone will have that little bit of luck that sets them up for the future. It may not be me who wins the ultimate prize but believe me my reputation will be enchanted. You will see my emergence as a threat to the roster. You will understand why they rave about me. You will witness the personification of excellence. You will believe. You will learn. Class dismissed."

Tom Ree quickly leaves

There is a heated staredown between Adamson and The Saint, who slowly reaches for the Aviators and places them in his pocket, not once removing his stare from The Undisputed Champion...

The Saint: What can I say, Max? You've got me... You're right. I am an egomaniac. I'm the biggest egomaniac of the bunch and this power I have, I love it. I thrive off it like you thrive off the pressure. I can do what the hell I want, when I want and how I want and it's incredible.

There's no point in sugar coating this, is there? No need for formality or empty platitudes, or small talk. Let's just cut the shit and say it like it is.

I can't stand you. I never have and never will. You might be on the run of your life, blazing a trail through anything and everything that moves on the roster. But let's face it Max, you're just the nearly man. Always have been and always will be. You think dominating this current roster is an achievement? You haven't even broken sweat. And before you start thinking I'm talking you up, I'm not. It's a travesty that a company as great as this has Max Adamson as it's standard bearer. 

You're C-list at best, and I'm the big time A-lister that's going to come back and piss all over your dreams, your hopes and your distorted, delusional grasp on reality. These people don't want to see Max Adamson, these people despise Max Adamson. They want to see you beaten, they want to see you get humiliated... And I'm going to give it to them!

So, to answer your question, I've never been more ready than I am for Sunday night. The Saint will 'survive' Max Adamson and in the process to show your words as just empty threats. It might have been nearly two years, The Saint might be a touch older and a bit more sore around the joints, but before all of that, I'm a fighter, a warrior and warriors never lose it. I might have been 'retired' but you never switch off, I'm in as good shape now as I'll ever be.

Max Adamson has never had THAT performance, the performance where people turn and around and say 'wow'. Don't go thinking that Sunday will be that night. Because the only thing people will be talking about Max, is not how Max Adamson finished The Saint for good, it'll be how The Saint returned to glory. It'll be how Max Adamson threw everything he had at The Saint but just couldn't get it done.

It'll be how The Saint reinforced his legend.

It's survival of the fittest Max and I'm about to make your title reign and your credibility extinct!!

*The scene opens up to an abandoned 6WF ring in the middle of the empty, silent and calm surroundings of the Sinan Erden Dome in Istanbul. The 22,500 capacity stadium is as quite as a mouse and you could hear a pin drop. The scene fades out into complete darkness again as Lorde's "Everybody want's to rule the world" [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] begins to play as a voiceover then begins to speak. Images of 6WF superstars, including, 6WF champion, Max Adamson, General manager the Saint, Austin Stevens and Cameron Faith begin to flicker into life, staring out into a golden light contemplating their dreams. The Voice over then speaks to the 6WF world.*

VO: Destiny... Destiny is described as the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future. It is also perceived as a hidden force or power believed to control what will happen in the future. This hidden force or power is simply known as fate. We all have a Destiny... from the moment we step onto this planet. It's ingrained in each and everyone of us as human beings.

VO: Only the most elite athletes on the planet get the chance to represent a company such as 6WF... years of training, years of preparations and years of sacrifice are made for nights like tonight. The years of ambition and drive all culminates in night's like tonight. Whether it be chasing a dream, reliving past glories or making a statement. On night's like this, the strongest survive. There is nowhere to run or hide.

*Images of Max Adamson being crowned champion, Austin Stevens winning his first Hardcore championship, The return of Nemesis and The Saint Rko'ing Max Adamson all roll across the screen for the audience to see. The scene from this back to a beam of Golden light staring directly into a large 6WF Flag, the music continues to roll as the voiceover carries on speaking.*

VO: Fate... the fate of a company. The fate of each and every superstar tonight will be for the world to see. The millions around the world will see the fates of each and every single superstar tonight. But not just the fate of these superstars is on the line... the fate of a company rests on the shoulders of the man who outlasts his biggest test. The battles of twenty fourteen have all led to this point... the final push until the war. For a man to stand amongst the wreckage and realise his fate.

*The scene once again changes to grainy moving image, some in slow motion showing the thrills of the Gold Rush Battle Royale. The moving images show superstars hanging on for dear life on the ropes, finishing moves, rapid eliminations and victors of past Gold Rush Battle Royals. The Voice over then speaks again.*

VO: For the fate of the victor of this battle of epic proportions will not only claim his rightful place amongst the stars in the Turkish skyline but represent this company on the grandest stage of them all... Born in Fire. For a chance at his ultimate redempton and the chance to live a dream. Realise a life long ambition and solidify himself as a true legend of 6WF. The fate of a company and the expectations will be the reward for his victory... his biggest victory for now. Wembley will be the final battle in this epic war.

VO: For only one man can realise his Destiny tonight... Only one man can stand on top of the world and proclaim that he is the man. Only one man can realise his fate in this city, Istanbul. His Victory will send shockwaves through the very world, shaking it's very crust. For this City in far Eastern Europe will be where new rivalries are formed and old scares re-opened... and for one man the chance of a lifetime. Who will wan't the world...

*The faces and names of all 6WF superstars are emphasised in a bright golden light, many of the stars striking poses and with a very focused demeanor. The VT then slowly comes to a close with the final superstar, Mr Kenty staring into the camera, a focused smile as he bows his head slowly. The music comes to a close with the last lyric "Rule the world" and the final VT image of a 6WF Flag flying in the night breeze, fireworks exploding all over the nightsky.*

*The scene then charges back into life as we return to the silent serenity of the Arena in Istanbul, the calm before the storm. The set of Destiny is already prepared, the seats are all ready for the capacity filled audience to descend into the arena and the commentary desks are setup with headphones and equipment. The camera pans wide, revealing the entire arena. Suddenly, the camera zooms in at the top of the arena, a figure has entered through one of the many doors. The camera reveals it to be a clean shaven, intense and focused Mr Kenty. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black leather jacket and a grey casual shirt. He breathes deeply, soaking in the atmosphere. The camera focuses in on the former champion, cricking his neck he surveys his surroundings before softly and calmly speaking to the 6WF world and his legion of fans.*

Mr Kenty: For weeks now, I have heard from some quarters of the 6WF audience and social media that until I go through Crime Lord in this business today, then I have done nothing in my career so far. Crime Lord his entire career has come down to that very ring today and has made sure that on that night he is the last memory for the fans to remember of that night. Crime Lord buys into his thoughts that I eluded to early, that until you beat the top dog you will be always a step below Crime Lord. 

Mr Kenty: It might be true, that Crime Lord in that ring can do what nobody else does, or what nobody else can dream of doing. Crime Lord can do it longer, Crime Lord can do it better... Crime Lord makes nights like Destiny one of his ultimate showcases where he excels and becomes that man who raises the bar higher and higher. His whole ideology is based on domination and that domination he believes in will drive him from Destiny into Born in Fire chasing his former glories. Crime Lord enters a 6WF ring with an intensity which he claims nobody else has. Crime Lord trains everyday with one goal in mind and that is to be the best in 6WF for ever. Fans have already said Mr Kenty is going to be bulldozed... Mr Kenty is going to suffer a defeat which he has never suffered before.

Mr Kenty: Crime Lord might like to say that I'm pretty good... he might say that I have heart. He will also probably say that I'm not the greatest fighter in the business but I will find a way to win at any cost, reaching deep down within my spirit to pull out a win out of nowhere. I have heard Crime Lord and his fans claim I have a scrape of the talent, Crime Lord holds. That I wouldn't and couldn't be able to even lace Crime Lord's boots. Crime Lord has fought some of the legends of this company... JJJohnson, The Saint, Cassius Zhi, River Ace, Logan Kincade and all they have fallen at one point or another. There is no doubt Crime Lord comes to this place each day with the intention to be the best. Crime Lord might like to think that his heart is black and that I will be in for the biggest beating of my life. And to that I say... I cannot wait. I cannot wait to prove Crime Lord wrong and I can't wait to prove the doubters wrong. 

Mr Kenty: I have time and time again openly said I love this business. I also firmly believe that week after week the fans provide an atmosphere that cannot be matched and that money cannot come close to buying. But I like to think the once every now and then, This company provides moments that stand out. Moments that fathers will tell sons, mothers telling daughters, friends telling friends and peers telling peers. Every single fan that will enter this arena tonight will have a moment that they will not forget, forever etched in their minds. This company has had moments that have created a moment that lasts a life time and that will forever be in the echelons of this company.

Mr Kenty: I have been fired up for weeks and months for nights like these... and truth be told, Crime Lord has cracked me up. From sneak attacks, spiteful words and cruel actions, It has fired me up. And as much as Crime Lord is openly respected by me, I'm willing to flip over the tables and let the monster out. A moment tonight that every single fan may remember, won't be Crime Lord taking another victim. It will be the moment where Mr Kenty earns the respect of the critics. This moment will transcend time... no man can stop the advance of time, Crime Lord cannot do that. Crime Lord has had moments in this company that the 6WF world remembers, but tonight... this will be my moment over Crime Lord. This isn't just a match but a match of the ages... Crime Lord vs Mr Kenty. Man to man... creating a moment that nobody will ever forget in their lifetime. 

Mr Kenty: Even with Crime Lord's history, it doesn't mean a damn thing. Look at him... The man walks around on his high horse claiming he is the measuring stick of this company. This is twenty fourteen... not twenty ten. Crime Lord may have the history, his huge fans on his side and the upper hand but until he beats me... Crime Lord hasn't done it all, yet. And that is the truth, Crime Lord cannot run away from... Crime Lord has never beaten me in a one on one environment nor have I. Tonight... we both prove who really is the better man in this clash of generations.

* Kenty takes a deep breath, shaking with intensity and excitement. Kenty then composes himself before speaking once more.*

Mr Kenty: Just over a year ago... I made one of my own moments. One of my greatest moments to date in this company. I remember the moment and day so vividly... the preparations. The words and the moment I realised a dream. When I eliminated Geoff Steel, surviving over forty five minutes I knew I had finally made it. The feeling... the adrenaline and the emotion I felt that night in Beijing I will never forget. The Gold Rush battle royale is a match that each superstar want's to win and have on his CV. I can luckily say, I have won the Gold Rush Battle Royale. But that is last year and in this business...your only as good as your last match. 

Mr Kenty: The Gold rush battle royale is the biggest opportunity of the year... this is the match we train for. This is the match we spend hours training towards... hours sacrificed in the gym. Hours sacrificed running cold roads and unforgiving terrain. This is the match we all dream and aspire to win. The field this year is so talented... immensely talented you could say. The superstar that walks out of Istanbul as the winner of the gold rush... will have earnt it and have earnt his place as one of the greats. Anyone and I mean anyone can win it... From Rasta to Cassius Zhi... everyone has an equal opportunity of making it their night and their night alone.

Mr Kenty: In this History of this company... I cannot recall a man that has won back to back, battle royals. Tonight... I'm out to break that record. Tonight, I'm earning my spot back on the mountain against the champion whoever it maybe. I'm earning my rematch the hard way, because the only way I do my business is the hard way. Tonight, I'm making a statement... tonight, I'm determined to get myself out from the shadows and back into the limelight. I owe it to each and every fan who has supported me on my journey so far. I owe it to my family, I owe it to my friends and most importantly, myself. Mr Kenty will not let himself slip. I have come to Istanbul to climb a immovable wall and most importantly, placing the critics back into the shadows where they belong. Tonight... I'm re-writing my fate and I'm re-writing my Destiny.

*With that, Kenty stares intently into the camera, his lips now unmoving, his ice cold blue eyes staring into the camera. The intensity and desire of Mr Kenty is palpable to the world watching on their television sets as Kenty barely blinks. As in the VT, Kenty slowly smiles before bowing his head as the scene then slowly begins to fade away from the isolated and silent arena to the opening credits of the show itself a few hours later.*

“They Say” by Scars on Broadway hits and the arena is plunged into a cacophony of derision. Two Zhilots lead their way out onto the stage before being flanked at a menacingly casual pace by several more. Amongst the throng, Cassius Zhi ambles into shot, slowly snapping his neck to each side, prompting all those around him to do likewise. Cassius and the Zhilots each survey the arena, then focus their intense stares upon the ring before, drowned in the heavy disdain of those in attendance, they stalk their way towards it.

Cassius and several of the Zhilots climb into the ring, whilst the two at the front collect microphones from ringside. The remainder surround the ring, looking up at Zhi in expectant obedience. Cassius takes a position, just left of centre of the ring, stoic and emotionless, and those with microphones stand before him as the music dies. They wait for the jeering to settle before raising their microphones to speak.

Zhilot #1 : Time elapses so… relentlessly…

Zhilot #2 : What begins with every intention of being a mere hiatus, can so easily be dragged down with the quicksand of the hourglass into an aching absolute of absence….

The two Zhilots slowly pace their small piece of mat in front of Zhi, who seems to command their every word from deep within his piercingly vacant eyes.

Zhilot #1 : Yet what really is time?

He looks to the second Zhilot questionably, who turns his head to return his answer with strikingly symmetric actions.

Zhilot #2 : Merely a measurement of decay.

Zhilot #1 nods in agreement

Zhilot #1 : Indeed. And just as the sand in that hourglass diminishes with each and every second, minute, hour…

Zhilot #2 : …. Day… week….. month….

All Zhilots : YEAR….

Cassius smiles slyly

Zhllot #1 : …. that passes, so too does the message of he who’s absence is being measured.

Zhilot #2 : That message…. DECAYS… over time!

Cassius clenches his fists in frustration, and all others repeat.

Zhilot #1 : But decay can be halted, even if not entirely reversed. And a message can be shared by many (he waves his arm to indicate all those around the ring), rather than clung close to the chest of the few, so that it is never lost completely.

Zhilot #2 : So that it never DECAYS… completely!

The two Zhilots share an intense stare right into each other’s eyes before continuing.

Zhilot #1 : The messenger may go away but the message lives on, and the message is this 6WF…

Zhilot #2 : YOU ARE IN DECAY!

Zhilot #1 : 6WF IS IN DECAY!

Both : JUST AS CASSIUS ZHI WAS IN DECAY!

Cassius seethes and bZhilots begin to breathe intensely, quickening their pacing of the ring. Zhilot #2 breaks rank to grin malevolently, prompting all others except Cassius himself to repeat.

Zhilot #2 : But this decay was brought to a halt by what you see before you.

Zhilot #1 : Just as Nemesis will be brought to a halt by what you see before you!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NEMESIS! NEMESIS! NEMESIS!

Zhilot #1 : For what better example of a message decaying over time than the message of Nemesis’ power? Do you really think you can just come back, after all this time, and convince us all that you are the same force that you always were?

All the Zhilots shake their head solemnly

Zhilot #2 : No. Too much sand has passed through the twisted neck Nemesis, and at Destiny that sand will be pouring down YOUR twisted neck until you choke on the reality that you, like everyone else, has decayed. That too much time has passed and that you CAN NOT STOP IT NEMESIS….

Zhilot #1 : …NOT LIKE I CAN!

Both : Not like I HAVE!

Zhilot #1 points around at all the Zhilots surrounding the ring

Zhilot #1 : What you see before you is multiverse theory in action, Nemesis. Every decision that is taken, every possibility that exists, is covered by me.

Zhilot #2 : And the next big decision Nemesis, is whether I should afford you the gracious human dignity of that continued decay….

Zhilot #1 : … or whether I should stop that DEAD too!

The Zhilots all begin to laugh as suddenly a whole new batch step out onto the stage, laughing too. The two main Zhilots stare down the camera lens, addressing Nemesis directly with twisted, maniacal grins.

Zhilot #1 : The sands of time are running out Nemesis. You cannot stop them… just like you cannot stop me! And at Destiny, those final grains in the glass are going to be those that fall upon your casket as they lower it into the ground!

RJ : By God!

Zhilot #2 : And before long….

Zhilot #1 : …before long becomes… too long once again….

They all bow their heads

Cassius Zhi : The same fate will befall 6WF!

AreThe arena is plunged into darkness, before being lit up in a pure red light. Blue spotlights begin to scan the arena, they seem to be trying to pick out someone or something. The spotlights stop scanning and the red lights go out again

MW- What the hell is the RJ

RJ-No idea wire, perhaps it's a technical fault

MW-well aren't you going to appologise to our fine viewers then?

As RJ rises from his seat and heads to his ring the arena is once again plunged into darkness this time the arena isn't relit and a voiceover begins to speak.

VO- The time for waiting is over,THEY ARE HERE

The fans burst out into loud cheers as the theme from dead silence hits over the sound system, The arena is relit and the ominous figure of the fanatic steps out onto the stage, he is followed by hooded figure. The hooded figure lowers his hood slowly and the cheers of the crowd hit a crescendo as the man reveals himself to be James McManus.

F- we are back
We are here for what is ours
Those tag team titles
This is our rebirth
Our time to shine
To break out of chaos' shadow
 So we are not only here to become tag champs
But also to enter the goldrush
Where one of us will win
Will go to born in fire
Will become world champion
And make our own legacy

McManus now takes the mic

JM- you all thought we had gone, but here we stand, stronger better than ever before. Like my friend the fanatic said this is our rebirth, we want to move out of our former leaders shadow therefore we are dropping the parasite killers name of which he christened us and we will now be known as Death Row. 
This is our time to shine and we are here and this time we will not let you fans down
We will not let ourselves down.
Dopant zero, project fear, Adamson, saint, were coming for you
Beware
The end is here

*The camera pans around the Sinan Erden Dome were the capacity crowd are stood chanting, holding up signs and small pockets of fans are setting off flares. The camera finally stops panning the crazed scenes and focuses on the announce table where both Michael Wire and RJ are sat wearing suit and ties soaking in the atmosphere when “I Fought the Law” suddenly blasts out around the arena to a deafening chorus of abuse and hatred from the crowd*

RJ: Wow Michael, Turkish crowds are renowned for their passion and these fans are no different, they really making their feelings known about the Freeweight Champion

MW: It is one of the most intimidating atmospheres I have been in, but looking at Cameron I don’t think he gives a damn.

*The camera switches to the stage where Cameron Faith is stood wearing baggy jeans, boots, vest and Baseball Cap. He confidently walks towards the top the ramp and pats the Freeweight Championship before raising it above his head as the cacophony of abuse continues.*

MW: Cameron looking very confidant up there RJ, he knows this is the night he creates history.

RJ: I wouldn’t be too sure Michael, Mike Hill is as tough a wrestler as you get and he has proven on countless occasions he has what it takes to win on the biggest stages. This is the type of match where Mike Hill is proven flourishes.

MW: Oh come on RJ, you know as well I do that Faith is the man for the big occasions, his career has been built on it.

RJ: That’s true Michael, Faith and Hill are as about as evenly matched as it gets, but I just think Hills experience gets him the win tonight.

MW: I just can’t see past Faith, he has no quit in him and has always managed to overcome whoever has stood in his way, no matter the odds. Let’s hear what the champ has to say on the matter.

*Cameron is stood on top of the stage, belt back on his shoulder and microphone in hand, he waits for the crowd to quieten but the crowd continue chanting*

CF: It’s polite to sit quietly when someone wants to speak, especially when that someone is greatness personified! I am the greatest Freeweight Champion of all time, the only person to unify the Freeweight and European Championships and your number one contender for the World Championship.

So why don’t you all SHUT THE FUCK up and listen to someone important!!!

*Cameron smirks as the crowd start hurling abuse at him and two men are escorted out the building for trying to jump the barrier*

CF: The best thing I ever did was stop associating with the likes of you, it took me months to get rid of the stench of failure, every day I had to remind myself that sure, I grew up on a council estate just like you all, but unlike each and every single one of you, I am winner.
No, I am more than that, I am a WRESTLING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s why after tonight I will have achieved the unthinkable, I will walk out this stadium having unified two titles and be the number one contender to add the biggest one of them all.

*Cameron starts to pace back and forward on the ramp*

RJ: Wow that’s some statement.

CF: For those doubting me, are you the same people who doubted I would carry my Free-weight title for an entire year. Yet eleven months later and no one has come close to taking my title. Not even the great Mike Hill, 6WFs very own next big thing.

*Cameron stops pacing and spits on the floor at the mention of his rival*

CF: Hill, I know you’re back there listening so heed this warning, the time for your silly little games is over. It’s just you and me in a straight up fight and history has proven there will only ever be one winner.

6WF is about to enter a new age, one defined by greatness, one dominated by Faith.

Believe in that, Believe in Cameron Faith.

*Cameron drops the mic and stands legs together arms stretched out wide as the crowd erupt in hatred, throwing all sorts at the Freeweight Champion*

RJ: Lades and gentleman, we now have a special treat for you as Jack Reynolds is waiting backstage with the monster Nemesis... Lets hear what the big man has to say before his match at Destiny with Cassius Zhi...

MW: Good luck Jack, your going to need it...

*Camera cuts backstage and Nemesis is standing towering above a nervous looking Reynolds*

JR: Nemesis, not long now until you finally square of one on one with the monster Cassius Zhi.....

Nemesis: Let me stop you right there... The MONSTER Cassius Zhi?? Ive told you once and I will tell you again there is and only ever has been ONE monster in 6WF and that is me... Tonight when Nemesis steps into that ring with Cassius Zhi, you are not going to see a wrestling match... You are going to see a destruction!!!

Cassius Zhi has been swanning around 6WF thinking he is the biggest baddest son of a bitch in this business, well let me tell you this, Cassius Zhi does not put a patch on the monster Nemesis. Cassius Zhi is nothing, the only reason he became feared in this business is because of his army of zhilots, well there aint no amount of zhilots that will stop Nemesis from finishing Cassius Zhi one and for all at Destiny...

Cassius Zhi, at Destiiny, your destiny will be decided, and trust me it is not going  to end well for you...

*Nemesis looks into the camera and gives a cut throat signal*

JR: Well i think i speak for everyone when i say we cant wait to see what unfolds between yourself and Cassius... Just one more thing before we finish up, 6WF Destiny sees a 30 man battle royale and the winner will be crowned number one contender for the 6WF championship at Born In Fire, can you confirm your participation in this match tonight and what do you make of your chances?

Nemesis: Once i dismantle Cassius Zhi, there will be 29 more superstars to go between me and my own destiny... Not only will Nemesis be part of the 30 man battle royale, Nemesis will be walking out of Destiny as number one contender for the 6WF championship and will once again be number one in this business when he walks into Born In Fire as number one contender and walks out of Born In Fire as 6WF champion,,,

*Nemesis smiles at Jack Reynolds before shoving him out of the way and walking out of shot,  Reynolds shrugs his shoulder visibly relieved the interview is finished*

RJ: I dont know about you Michael but i cant wait for Destiny, its going to be awesome!

MW: For once RJ, I agree with you....

Reynolds relief is short lived as he turns around and is faced with one of the Zhilots grinning sadistically in his face.

JR : Umm…

The Zhilot holds his hand in the air to shush Reynolds who immediately obeys.

Zhilot : Nemesis is wrong, Jack Reynolds.

I do not believe that I am a monster any more than I believe he is one.

For I do not inhabit a world in which monsters roam. Maybe once before I was haunted by such grand delusions, such self-absorbed hallucinations, such figments of the imagination… but no longer!

The Zhilot’s evil grin twists as he slowly rolls his head from on direction to the other.

Zhilot : I am not a product of the imagination… I am the inhabitor of them!

And whilst a monster plagues the mind of just one Jack Reynolds, I have palliated the minds of the many!

And it is the purified imaginations of those many that Nemesis should be worried about at Destiny, Jack Reynolds – rather than the punitive thirty that lie beyond in the Gold Rush Battle Royal.

The Zhilot turns to face the camera

Zhilot : You can choose to believe that you are a monster if you so wish, Nemesis. But like me, the many do not believe in monsters any more. And they do not believe in you.

They believe in something much worse.

The Zhilot smirks malevolently

Zhilot : Monsters do not exist, Nemesis.

And after Destiny… neither will you!

Hidari Kenji RP
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(The scene takes place in a room where we see Hidari Kenji sitting in a chair being interviewed for the upcoming Destiny PPV where he will compete. Hidari looks confident as the reporter sits across from him asking him questions)

Reporter- Hidari Kenji thank you for being here with us on the day of Destiny. Now Hidari you're not someone who holds back his opinions on the matter and state of this company. But where do you fit in this where and why does Hidari Kenji feel the initiative to takeover 6WF and claim that he's as good as the likes of Max Adamson and Mr. Kenty?

Hidari- It's because of confidence...ever though Hidari Kenji lost to Mr. Kenty last week that doesn't stop my grind and The Empire goal to taking over this company and seizing control over it. The Empire already has the tag team belts it's only a matter of time that Hidari Kenji controls the landscape with the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- Today at Destiny is my only shot and my way of showing you European Parasites. The people all across the world and everyone in Asia. Hidari Kenji will win that damn battle royal if it's the last thing I do before I die trying!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- You can put me in the ring with all of the former World Champions of tthis company. The Crime Lords, the Nemesis's of the world, and the other morons this company put all there money into and returned and received nothing that's why this company is in the position that's it at!

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- Today I'm walking into the ring with a mission to show why there's no glass ceiling that stands in my way!

Hidari-  At the beginning of my career here everything was a stepping stone and I could just feel and touch the gold that leads the way and that blocks me for getting what I deserve and need to obtain. The reason why I've been hold back for so long is because of failed opportunities and not giving the chance.

(Hidari pause)

Reporter 1- Well Hidari I can sense your frustration but do you think the Saint will be in your way??

Hidari- The Saint ever since he took over has been reason why this company is on life support. He can play manager all he want to but he's fighting a losing battle and then before it you have these people in management who are power hungry. Like The Saint himself. He will do and set anytype of rule to make sure he's in the mainevent! And I don't like that because he's a fraud.

(Hidari pauses)

Hidari- This is why The Empire exist and this is why The Empire will takeover Destiny!

This is Empire's Destiny!

No one will stop that!

(scene fades)

The Empire RP
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(The scene opens up with Tsukasa and Kenzaki in a room with a table and a seat and a coffee mug. Tsukasa is dressed up as Kenzaki is in his wrestling attire with a "The Empire" Shirt. Kenzaki is seated wth a 6WF Tag Team Chmapionship belt around his waist as he and Tsukasa begin staring straight into the 6WF Camera. )

Kenzaki- Is that thing on?

Tsukasa- It looks like it...

Kenzaki- Greetings and Good Evening and Welcome to a New Show. A new addition of the Ken-Kasa Tsu-zaki show!

Tsukasa- Sponsored by The Empire in corporated!

Kenzaki- Now Tsukasa since this is a introduction to our first show what are we going to talk about Tsukasa?

Tsukasa- It should be simple Kenzaki Destiny! Destiny that show where it happens once a year and the Gold Rush tournament when one person will receive a shot for the 6WF Undisputed Championship!

Kenzaki- That would be cool if one of us one!

Tsukasa- No you idiot we're only rooting for two people to pull thru in that match.

Kenzaki- I forgot but we do have a Tag Team Title Match against The Parasite Killers!

Tsukasa- What the fuck!? We beat them already! It's against Project D.E.A.R

Kenzaki- You meant F.E.A.R??

Tsukasa- That's right!! I almost forgot!

Kenzaki- So what do we have to say to our opponents?

Tsukasa- Umm we're going to beat them down and take their money???

Kenzaki- No we're going to do that to the Fans afterwarsds

Tsukasa- Then I don't know what you want me to say I have no clue how to

Kenzaki- Listen you fans at home and you internet geeks typing your keyboards and pretending to be wrestlers. This isn't a step show or gymnastics. This is a ass whopping match.

Tsukasa- So basically Project F.E.A.R we gonna show you why Dopant Zero will go into Destiny and walking out champions

Kenzaki- You two are the reasons why we're the tag team champions currently because our reign has only started and we gonna continue dragging this company on it's knees respecting the dominate team of Dopant Zero!

Tsukasa- Well said!

Kenzaki- So to conclude the first episode of our Ken-Kasa and Tsu-zaki show?

Tsukasa- Stay tuned to episode two!

(Scene fades Away)