6WF Lockdown 25/05

Match 1
Best of 3 Series
Kurt Hernandez v Quaide White (White leads 1-0)

Match 2
#1 Contender Match for Freeweight Title
Uryu Ishida v Vortex

Match 3
Nay Bother & Dragon v Trevor Swann & Hobo

Match 4
Chris Patricks v Blue Dragon
*Max Adamson as Special Enforcer*

*6WF Presents – The Scorpion Pit with Zane Altair*

Match 5
Clarke James v James McManus
*Winner picks stipulation for Mayhem*

Main Event
3 on 2 Handicap Match
Crime Lord/Logan Kincade & Chaos v Cassius Zhi & JJ Johnson

*Uryu is seen backstage looking curious as Clarissa walks up behind him and kisses him on his cheek, causing Uryu to blush*

Uryu: Heya sweetie, you must be feeling good.

*Clarissa blushes and smiles as Uryu kisses her lips*

Clarissa: Hey now, save it for later. I am excited by your recent rewards. You won your match last week, you have the opportunity at a Time Attack spot and this week you are facing Vortex for a shot at Dragons Freeweight Title!

*Uryu nods and hugs her*

Uryu: Well I am excited about them too but I am a little concerned too.

Clarissa: Why?

Uryu: Well, a number of guys have been, looking in our direction recently. Zane, Clarke James, Chris Patricks and Vortexs' Consultant. Heck even JJ Johnson is cracking jokes about us. They don't seem to understand...

Clarissa: That we are in love because we feel it's right? Its not about sex, we...have a special bond nobody else can break and we will keep that bond strong!

*Uryu nods and smiles, a tear falling down his cheek as Clarissa wipes it away*

Clarissa: Aww, you softie. Just ignore what they say and go out there and win ok?

*Uryu nods and hugs Clarissa*

Uryu: I don't want guys like Chris or Vortex to get ahold of you thats all. I just want you to be safe, ok?

Clarissa: Ok, I will have security back here within ten seconds of me if it makes you feel better but now, go out there and do what you do best...

*She pauses and smiles*

Clarissa: I mean...second best.

*She winks at Uryu, walking to his locker room as he walks towards the ring area blushing, the crowd cheering him on*

Cassius Zhi is stood backstage with Clarissa. He is holding a disposable cup of steaming, fresh green tea, and has the 6WF Hardcore Title over his shoulder, intentionally face down so only the rear of the leather strap is visible. Cassius snatches the microphone from Clarissa.

Cassius : Why don't you go and skive off for another five minutes with Uryu, my unprofessional pretty? What I have to say is between only two people!

Clarissa hesitantly nods and walks away out of shot. Cassius takes a small sip of tea, rolling it around his mouth and enjoying the flavour, then turns to the camera, shaking his head slowly.

Cassius : JJ...JJ.......JJ.

What a devilish Danny McGraw dreamt dilemma we find ourselves in this week on Lockdown. Where one of the greatest rivalries of all time, the polar opposites of our culture and morality, and our hate-filled passions and bloodlust for each other must all be cast aside, less we face a 3 on 2 destruction at the hands of the team of Crime Lord, Chaos and Logan Kincade. Danny really is becoming quite the Jigsaw isn't he?

Not that I should be surprised anymore. For years now, Danny McGraw has stacked every odd possible against me. Every whorish superstar he could ever afford to buy, each one like a brick, laid one on top of the other in front of me, just so he can keep his reign over this company just that little bit taller in stature than The Great Wall. Just so that he can say that no-one... not even Cassius Zhi... was ever bigger than 6WF during his tenure! Because Danny McGraw knows, and he always has known, the threat to that, that Jessica and I pose together.

And that cheap coward who jumped me with a steel chair last week after my victory over the former World Champion, Chaos... Logan Kincade; he is just the latest brick added to McGraw's Titan Tower! His latest whore! The latest odd for me to overcome!

Cassius fixes the camera with a focussed stare, then stretches his neck and takes a sip of tea, before stroking the back of his head, looking agitated.

Cassius : But I wonder JJ, can you and I, and our most fragile of coalitions possibly stand stronger than McGraw's tower of strength this week?

I wonder, because my unrelenting perverse interest in everything you do, means I saw your little identity crisis, having to fly back to Compton to find yourself, JJ. And hell, I've even had somewhat of an identity crisis of my own of late, as I begin my quest to defend the indefensible.

Cassius shrugs his shoulder to indicate his hidden Hardcore Title.

Cassius : So these are uncertain times for both of us. Its only natural for doubt to creep in... only natural to wonder.

Zhi looks distant in thought for a moment, then takes another sip of tea, again methodically letting it ruminate around his mouth.

Cassius : But despite all of that, you and I JJ, we share one identity that I have absolutely no doubts over... a common identity in which I have no crisis of faith .... THAT WE ARE THE TWO GREATEST SUPERSTARS OF OUR GENERATION!

Cassius' eyes flare with excitement and he takes a quicker sip of tea

Cassius : I've heard Saint bitch a lot these past couple of weeks about how you and I will always be considered the pinnacle of this company, JJ. How unfair it is that it is our names that always linger on the lips of the listmakers and history writers.

Well I say for one night only, Cassius Zhi and JJ Johnson show Saint why he is reluctantly right... why the listmakers are right... why the history writers are right... and why I am damn right that we ARE the two greatest 6WF superstars of ALL TIME! I say we show it by beating these parasitic, as*hole pretenders, three to two in the middle of McGraw's ring!

Cassius quickly downs the last of his tea, crushes the cup and throws it to the floor. Zhi then grabs the camera with a dismissive push to the cameraman, and zooms it closer to himself.

Cassius : You know I don't like you JJ. The fact that someone like you is regarded with such fevered heroism as you are is a damning indictment of the state of morality of the modern world we live in... and it makes me sick.

You're an arrogant, selfish, limelight hogging media slu* Johnson! (Cassius laughs) No JJ... I don't just not like you... that would be too simplistic an emotion. At times, Johnson, the struggle to acknowledge your right to existence drives me wild with violent desire! And believe me, if we come to meet in this Time Attack World Championship match Johnson, I will beat the living hell out of you, I will bring you the hardest fight of your life, and I will do my damndest, not just to make sure you don't walk out as World Heavyweight Champion, but to make sure that you don't even last the 60 minutes!

Cassius seethes with aggression then takes a moment to calm himself back down.

Cassius : But right now we are team-mates JJ.

I don't like you, you don't like me.

But whether you can trust me or not, whether you can trust what I have just said or not, you can trust in at least one thing...

... that you have the most hardcore son of a bitch around, and the best damn team-mate possible to go into this 3 on 2 handicap match with...

Cassius breathes heavily, then smiles sinisterly.

Cassius : ...As do I!

(As Cassius turns away still smiling he turns straight into Crime Lord, who is smiling cockily. He stands 3 inches taller than Cassius Zhi and is staring straight down his eyes, Cassius' smile is long gone and Crime Lord adjusts the world title on his shoulder.)

CL- How sweet.

(Cassius immediately tries to barge past Crime Lord, but the world champion stands tall and Cassius is seething at having to listen to Crime Lord.)

CL- It's funny, not long ago Cassius, it wouldn't matter whether you were teaming with somebody or facing them your words would cut them open. Slash, slash slash and they would be left trembling, knowing that you had cut them right to the core. However what I and the rest of the world had to listen to just then was the most sickening kind of speech...a declaration of love. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You and JJ are supposed to hate each other, instead, all you have to say is that he's the best team-mate in the whole wide world. What happened to you?!

(Crime Lord pokes Cassius hard in the chest, and Zhi is trying to control his anger.)

CL- That wasn't the real annoying point for me though Zhi, it's not my problem if you're a shadow of a man, a ghost of a legend, that's your problem. No...my real problem with your love note was your claim that you and JJ are the greatest of a generation. What makes you think you deserve that accolade? You had a brief stint at the top, you've been living off of it ever since, that initial run was great, I agree, but to be the greatest of a generation you have to be more consistent than that, what have you done in the past year that means that anybody should have one ounce of respect for you? I'll tell you what...absolutely NOTHING.

Not that JJ is any better, he's also been a serial underachiever for the past two years, living off of his past achievements. Now you're both being dominated by The Saint, you're having your ass kicked by Logan Kincade...a man who once thought he was a super-hero and being disrespected by the Scorpion who has now been rejected by every mentor or manager he has ever had...including you. I'll tell you exactly who the best of the generation is...

He's won more titles than anybody else in 6WF history. He is a three time Hardcore Champion. A three time world champion. He has been at the top for 3 years now and he's stood right in front of you.

(Crime Lord takes his breath as the atmosphere is clearly very tense between Cassius and Crime Lord, Clarissa looks extremely uncomfortable in the background.)

CL- You've already predictably played up on the fact that my side has a man advantage, but let's be honest, you're either ignorant or purposely avoiding the truth. It's hardly a handicap match when Chaos and I are on the same side. He has a lot to be angry about with me, I destroyed this myth that he was ever world championship material, by easily taking care of his conqueror. Then at Mayhem he's going to be further embarrassed when he fails to regain this title and inevitably falls into obscurity, back to being the anonymous Gregers. He's probably end up on some psychiatrists couch attempting to come to terms with his inadequacies.

You've already shown that you and JJ are able to put your differences behind you, with the once sharp-tongued Cassius Zhi choosing to instead announce your love, your respect and your undying trust for your former rival. Perhaps there is sound logic behind your words, the Spartans were often encouraged to enter in sexual relationships with their fellow soldiers to strengthen the bond between them. Is that your game Zhi? Without Jessica to satisfy you have you resorted to turning to Johnson? Be careful Zhi, you know what they say, once you go black, there is no going back.

(Crime Lord smiles at Cassius who is at the point of exploding.)

The Consultant sits in his leather armchair watching a video of the Freeweight Championship match between Vortex and Dragon. He marvels at the aggression shown by Vortex and laughs when he sees him stomping Dragon on the head. The Consultant turns the video off before the match ends - he has seen enough. By his side is a A4 sealed brown envelope. From time to time, he taps it lightly as he takes large swigs of out of a glass of brandy with his other hand.

His mobile phone suddenly goes off which awakens him from his thoughts. He answers it, and says nothing as the person on the other end speaks continually. He looks at the ceiling a few times and rolls his eyes, before he hangs up on the person. The phone rings again straight after, and this time The Consultant interjects before the other person can speak.

The Consultant: You know what my terms were. Don't mess me around. If people knew of our working relationship, then 6WF would be a very difficult place for you to work. The deal....on my terms. I expect the next phone call to confirm this.

The Consultant shuts the phone down with a snap, and takes another gulp of brandy. There is a knock on the door, and Vortex enters. He stands directly in front of The Consultant breathing heavily. The Consultant looks up and smirks at him.

The Consultant: It is amazing that you used to talk, but now you just use actions rather than words. And that serves my purpose. You have done well so far. The Dragon match was a slip up, but at least we are starting to get some much needed respect. Certain important people have noticed us that's for sure.

The Consultants mobile phone rings again. He waits awhile before answering it.

The Consultant: Excuse me.....yes? Excellent. I am pleased to hear that. In that case, once again, I will leave things in your capable hands. I am looking forward to the next stage.

The Consultant hangs up the phone and stares at Vortex again.

The Consultant: People have been remarking about how powerful you are. While that is the case, there are more powerful things in life than brute strength. The mind is such a tool. If you can get into someones mind, then you can break them from within, rather than breaking bones. And that is what I intend to do right now....

The Consultant gets out of his chair, and takes the envelope with him. As he passes the door, he picks up his cane from the rack. Vortex follows him out of his office and through the corridor. The Consultant quickens his pace as continues walking through the backstage of the arena. As he passes Clarrisa, he winks at her and waves the envelope from side to side. He hears the cheers in the distance, as Uryu has already started making his entrance to the ring. The Consultant appears on the aisle just behind Uryu and taps him on the shoulder.

The Consultant: Listen kid....you need to hear what I have to say first. No-one needs to get hurt. Please.....

Uryu sees that he is outnumbered so grudgingly steps aside. The crowd boo when they see this, as Vortex and The Consultant stride down to the ring. When they get there, The Consultant milks in the anger from the fans. It is as if he gets power from it. Vortex stands unmoved in the corner of the ring.

The Consultant: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is clear that I am the last person you want to see right now. Obviously, I am not in Uryu's class when it comes to giving the fans what they want. So let us bring him down here. Uryu, if you will, let us talk about the upcoming match.

Uryu walks down the aisle, slightly confused, but shows no signs of fear when it gets into the ring and confronts The Consultant.

The Consultant: Now now, there is no need for aggression. I am here on your behalf, nothing more. Firstly I have to congratulate you on your form lately. You have been a key player in 6WF and it is clear you are destined to great things. Secondly, I wish to say how happy I am that you and the fair Clarrisa have found love in such difficult circumstances.

A cheer goes up from the fans at Clarrisa's name being mentioned and Uryu gives a slightly embarrassed smile.

The Consultant: Yes yes, it has been absolutely fantastic to see this love bloom, like a beautiful red rose. Unfortunately, red roses still have thorns and like most beautiful things, they can be deadly as well. Which brings me to the little matter of this envelope.

The Consultant holds the envelope up high so all can see it. Uryu looks at it with a concerned look on his face.

The Consultant: How does such a small thing such as the contents of this envelope harm such a beautiful thing like your love for Clarissa? Well.....let me enlighten you. The truth is I don't know if it can. This envelope hasn't been opened, and remains unopened unless you say otherwise Uryu. I am giving you the power. But let me make one thing quite clear to you. I have been doing some "background research" and my findings have been very.....how can I put this....visually entertaining. The snapshots of these findings are held within this envelope. Your envelope. Do you dare look inside?Do you fear what could possibly lie within? Are the foundations of a relationship, so new, rock solid like you would allow people to believe? You are just a man after all......and all men have doubts sometimes. So do you open it or do you ignore it? Just how much DO you trust your woman?

The crowd show mixed reactions. Some shout open it, and others shout leave it alone. In the end, the crowd start chanting for Clarissa and shouting "you suck" at The Consultant.

The Consultant: Hey hey hey....don't shoot the messenger. Quieten down. Uryu has a big descision to make and I want you all to witness it. If he opens that envelope, his life changes. It may reveal something....it may reveal nothing. But one thing is for sure. The bubble you and Clarissa have surrounded yourself in, has well and truly burst. You see, Vortex and I are a winning combination that causes pain. I will break your will, and next Friday Vortex will break your body.

The Consultant strides up to Uryu and smacks the envelope against his chest.

The Consultant: This has been a public announcement......courtesy of The Consultancy.

He laughs, as "Money" plays on the speakers, and he and Vortex exit the ring. As they both get to the end of the aisle, The Consultant turns and raises his cane in the air and stares at Uryu who is looking down at the brown envelope. With another big laugh, The Consultant and Vortex exit through the curtain.

*Uryu is then passed a mic as he looks at the envolope and curiously asks*

Uryu: Hold it Pinky and Perky, I am not done here yet so get your stupid pig faced selves back out here!

*The Consultant and Vortex walk back out, pretending to be dumbfounded as Uryu waves the letter about*

Uryu: For all I know of you two, this letter could be from somebodys grandmother, father, cousin, sister, brother or even your moms who have been so dissapointed in you two!

*The crowd cheer*

Uryu: Then again, it could be those all important gonorrhea test results you two have been waiting for.

Crowd:

Uryu: The point is Mr Poor Mans Mr Monopoly is that I do not, will not and NEVER believe you! I know Clarissas past hasn't been smooth and lets face it, neither has mine but we both agreed and have been honest with each other. I think you two are just jealous of mine and Clarissas joy and bored of playing with each others skinflutes because they are old, tired and smaller than cocktail weenies!

Crowd: U-RY-U! X5

Uryu: So I am going to open this ridiculous letter and prove to you that I am not as stupid as you think!

*Uryu starts to open the letter as Vortex and The Consultant look on*

The Consultant: Woah, woah there tough guy. I would never question your stupidity. Believe me you have such a great way proving that yourself. But do you really want to destroy everything so blindly? Think on it surely.......don't show Clarissa a side of you that she won't like.

Uryu ignores The Consultant and rips open the envelope. As soon as he does so, a puff of green smoke explodes into Uryu's face, blinding him. As he tries to wipe the contents from his eyes, Vortex runs down the ring and starts attacking him. He hits Uryu with a barrage of stiff right hands. Uryu fights back and whips Vortex to the ropes. When Vortex rebounds he hits him with a huge dropkick that knocks the big man to the ground. The crowd go wild at this, and Uryu continues to wipe the powder from his face. He doesn't see The Consultant slide into the ring behind him. As Uryu turns unaware, The Consultant baseball smacks him round the head with his cane. The crowd let out a huge groan as Uryu staggers, straight into the arms of Vortex. He lifts Uryu across his back and hits a huge V-X Bomb.

The crowd boo and chuck soda cups and bottles into the ring. Vortex goes wild and confronts a few fans outside the ring, knocking the ring barriers back and forth. The Consultant grabs a microphone and screams at the still lying Uryu.

The Consultant: I warned you Uryu! I warned you that you would be blind to go ahead with that! And look at you now, hopeless, defeated and staring at the lights. That is what I can do! I told you Clarissa would see a side of you she wouldn't like. And guess what? That side is the pathetic defeated wimp whose blood is on my cane. As we say in my business.... Analyse That!

The crowd continue booing, and Vortex is being restrained by some security guards, to stop him attacking the fans. More bottles are pelted at the ring, as The Consultant continues screaming.

The Consultant: You guys just don't get it do you? What part of your small brains cannot compute that there is a change in the air. The guy outside this ring will destroy you, and I will watch and laugh. Mark my words, The Consultancy prevails over all! And you, and ALL the guys backstage, had better get used to that!

The Consultant walks up to the camera and looks menacingly straight down it.

The Consultant: One last thing......Clarissa...sweetheart. Look at the broken soul lying behind me. You can do better......

He climbs the turnbuckle, arms raised and shouts at the fans. When they chuck things at him, he smashes them away with his cane. At last, some more backstage staff rush into the ring and pull him down from the turnbuckle before a full scale riot happens. The camera pans to the aisle, where Clarissa is seen crying. The staff manage to get The Consultant out of the ring, under a huge chorus of boos. The Consultant and Vortex continue to be pushed down the aisle, but they both try and get under the fans skin by pointing at them, laughing and celebrating. Vortex tries to hit a few guards and they struggle to contain him and get him to leave the arena. The Consultant keeps pointing at Vortex and shouting "the future".

At last they exit behind the curtain, leaving Uryu still lying in the ring, Clarissa on the aisle and staff frantically trying to calm the audience down.

*Clarissa looks back to the ramp still crying as her assistant runs down, *

Clarissa: Jimmy take over for me

Jimmy: But...

Clarissa: JUST DO IT!

*As Uryu is rubbing his eyes in the ring Clarissa rolls in with a mic and passes it to Uryu as Jimmy runs backstage*

Uryu: Can I get some water here?!

*The mic picks up the conversation between Uryu and Clarissa*

Clarissa: Hey i'm here Uryu, just relax and water will be here soon.

Uryu: Dammit my eyes ******* burn! I am gonna get those two if it is the last thing I bloody well do!

*Clarissa hugs Uryu as the crowd goes silent*

Clarissa: shhhh, don't worry it's ok. calm down and open your eyes.

*As Uryu opened his eyes Clarissa poured water from a bottle into his eyes and passed him a hand towel as he wiped his eyes clean and looked at Clarissa who hugs him tight*

Uryu: There we are, i'm ok, i'm ok now honey.

*Uryu and Clarissa stand up as the crowd cheer for them. Uryu smiles kissing Clarissa on the lips as she returns it*

Crowd: OOOOOOOO!

*Uryu smiles as he looks around and the crowd, holding Clarissas hand*

Uryu: Darn it all, I apologise for my language but you two f*****s are not gonna get away with this! I want you two stupid sons of b*****s to understand that I have had much worse done to me in the past physically and mentally. These people know what but you two idiots better learn quickly that you do not cross my path, especially now as you have involved the woman I love!

*Clarissa squeezes Uryus hand tighter as he kicks the bottom rope in frustration*

Uryu: So congratulations, you got me mad! you win a first class @$$ kicking and I am gonna personally deliver it!

*Uryu starts to head out of the ring but is unsteady, Clarissa pulling him back in and supporting him as he heads up the ramp, the crowd cheering for them both*

The crowd all of a sudden let out a huge cheer as Jdrop blast's through the arena speakers and then yellow and green pyrotechnics's blast into the rafters and Dragon comes bouncing out with his free weight championship wrapped round his waist, Dragon the runs to the ring tag's fans as he goes and slides under the bottom rope and grabs a microphone of the ring announcer.

Dragon: Lady's and Gentleman, still your free weight champion me, The Dragon.

The crowd cheer as Dragon undoes h's title from his waist and holds it high in the air.

Dragon: Last week I fought a very smelly man indeed and his name is Vortex.

The crowd boo loudly.

Dragon: But I over came his power and his mind games and was once more victorious here on Lockdown.

The crowd start the let's go dragon, Lets go chant.

Dragon: And I did it all for you, You are my inspiration, You are the ones that make my fight for the right to be called champion.

The crowd then do the thank you, Dragon thank you chant.

Dragon: This week I am in a team match with my partner being Nay Bother.

The crowd cheers loudly.

Dragon: And our opponents are Trevor swan and Hobo.

The crowd boo at the sound of the two names.

Dragon: Now me and MR Bother have not teamed up before but am sure that we can get a good result against Hobo man and cricket man Swan, What is the game you call Cricket, It is very strange game to play and when I saw some footage the other week of Cricket man getting very loving with a peace of wood I thought he was very strange and needed to be in a white jacket.

As for Hobo man, He was once very good and fought with pride but now he is not so good any more, He fights with no pride and disrespects each and every one of you the 6wf universe,

The crowd start to boo loudly.

Dragon: By the end of the night it will be me and Nay Bother who will be victorious and I will still be your Free weight champion.

Dragon holds the belt high in the air as the crowd cheer loudly for the Dragon.

The camera cuts to a close up of Michael Wire at the 6WF announcers desk.


MW: Sadly Trevor Swann can not be with us in person for build up to this weeks Lockdown but we are able to talk to him live on the phone where he can report to us on the unfortunate results of last week.


The screen splits in two with the camera picture of Michael Wire on one half and on the other a still photograph of Trevor Swann in his cricket whites having just played a stroke on the cricket pitch. Unfortunately in the picture it looks like he might well have missed the ball altogether and the bails have gone flying off the stumps.


MW: Hello Trevor are you there.


TS: Hello Michael * cough * it's good to hear the voice of someone I know at this time.


MW: Oh my God Trevor is it really that bad?


TS: Unfortunately I fear it * cough * is Michael. You see after last week I really haven't been feeling very well and I've had to pop in to hospital for some tests. * cough * Now I'm not entirely sure what has bought this on but I suspect that it was either my training partner or Hobo that has given me something. * cough * You know Ted The Tramp and Hobo both come from the gutter and they must have been exposed to all sorts of dirt and contagious disease. Unfortunately they must have a far higher immunity to it but I must say I don't feel well at all and I'm fearful for being able to compete this week.


MW: I must say Trevor I'm very sorry to hear that news and I wish you a speedy recovery.


TS: Thank you Michael for your concern. It means a lot to me at this time.


In the background on the phone there seems to be a bit of noise with some cheering to which Trevor starts coughing down the phone before what sounds like clapping.


MW: is something going on there Trevor at the hospital?


TS: No no no Michael just my cough playing up and needing to have a erm good slap on the back.


MW: If it's not too much to ask at this time may I ask for your thoughts on the match that you are set to be in this week?

TS: Michael I haven't had the time if I'm honest to consider the people I am up against. I sincerely hope I can make it into the ring this week but if I am honest I don't think it looks at all good.


There is a loud shout coming over the phone.


?: COME ON SWANN


MW: Even fans cheering you on in Hospital Trevor?


TS: Erm yes yes that's right I find my fans recognise me all over the place these days.


MW: Well what are your thoughts on the other men that were set to be in a match with you this week Trevor . Nay Bother, Dragon and of course Hobo.


TS: Well to be honest I've not had that much to do with Nay Bother * cough * but from what I have heard he is a bit of an incessant whiner....


??: Wine Trev not another beer?


TS: Sorry Michael just beer with me a second....


Trevor whispers something the other end of the phone.


TS: Sorry for that just sorting out my erm my medication. Anyway yes Nay Bother seems to be constantly complaining about how he has been hard done by and everything he doesn't seem like a man to step up to the crease and be counted.


TS: Dragon well I've had dealings with him before and I'm sure you know how I feel about the fella. How can anyone who looses so much be called a champion. He has brought dishonour to the great freeweight title as far as I'm concerned and the sooner someone take that strap off him the better. He is a no hoper and this week we teach him a lesson and hopefully damage him so much that Uryu or vortex can take the belt off him when given the chance.


TS: And then my final opponent...



MW: Trevor he's......


TS: Hobo. I'm sure you know how I feel about Hobo. The …


Big noise in the background suddenly sounding like cheering.


TS: SIX!!! The erm sick and twisted character that Hobo is has no place in the ring in 6WF.


MW: But Trevor...


TS: Hobo is a piece of Trash as you full well know and he is a danger in the ring as anyone can pick up some sort of disease off him like I appear to unfortunately have done.


The cheering in the background morphs onto what sounds like England chants.


MW: Where on earth are you Trevor sounds like quite an unruly Hospital you are in there>


TS: Yes it is erm …. the cricket is on a telly here so I'll get them to turn it down for you shall I?


TS: TURN IT DOWN LADS!!!!!!


TS: Anyway as I was saying Michael; Hobo is a danger in the ring and he should be tested before he is back in the ring. He's like some street dog that is on the loose and carrying rabbies or something. I'm going to have to be very careful when I take him on ….


MW: Trevor. Trevor please can I just explain. You are not fighting Hobo this week.


TS: Oh finally the management have a bit of sense for once. That is great news. I can feel myself getting better at the sound of that news.


MW: No Trevor you are teaming up with him.


TS: Sorry Michael this phones a bit dodgy what with the crowd here at the cricket. At the erm crick....What did you say Michael I'm bloody well teaming up with Hobo!!!!!


MW: Yes Trevor you are.


TS: Well that's not gonna f......


The phone goes dead.


MW: It appears that we've lost contact with Trevor Swann I'm afraid fans but we'll try and get back in contact to continue that revealing interview.

Cassius bursts up into Crime Lord’s face, seething and reddening with anger.

Cassius : Shut the hell up Crime Lord! Just shut your god-damn mouth before I do what Saint just about stopped himself from doing to me, and tear your damn throat out! Because you know what I would really love Crime Lord? No… Not Johnson! Do you know what I would REALLY… REALLY…. REALLY love?

To throw this piece of crap title in the bin, take yours and wear it over one shoulder, and take your trachea to drape over the other.
That’s what I would really love Crime Lord!

Cassius continues to seethe, supressing a manic laugh that threatens to break out

Cassius : But you think I was confessing my love for JJ Johnson? Is that what you heard, you romantic soul you? Well they do say that there is a fine line between love and hate. But make no mistake over which side of that line I stand Crime Lord.
It’s humorous that you even think someone like me is capable of love, Crime Lord?
Do you really believe that?

Cassius strokes his stubbled chin aggressively

Cassius : Growing up having to witness my supposed mentor, my father figure, embark upon his perverted western occupation of any local fan vacuous enough, and moral less to offer themselves up, like some meat platter…. a real life all you can eat Chinese buffet for some old, disgusting deviant to get his kicks.
That’s my experience of love, Crime Lord.
Moving to this heinous, pornogrified society – watching how the cattle hopelessly bleat with pleasure whenever Miss Jessica, or Jenny, or Clarissa step out into the open, like dogs howling at a moon they will never reach.
That’s my experience of love, Crime Lord.

Why would I want any part of that ethically bankrupt abuse?
Abuse of others... abuse of one's self.

Love… Crime Lord… is just finely tuned jealousy. An aching desire to become someone else.
I have never longed to be anyone but myself Crime Lord. I particularly would never want to be Johnson. The thought of his candied soul rotting away gives me stomach ache… it makes me sick!
Do I strike you as someone who longs to be someone else, Crime Lord?
Do I strike you as so pathetic?
So weak of character?

Not like you... who not so long ago, wished to be Hero.

Loved... Hero!

Cassius laughs and shakes his head

Cassius : I confess no love for JJ Johnson. But I am sick and tired of being screwed over by Danny McGraw, Crime Lord, and need Johnson to ensure it doesn't happen once again.
You ask what I have achieved in the last year? The more apt question is what has that man prevented me from achieving this last year?

You know as well as I do, Crime Lord, that I beat you… the current 6WF World Heavyweight Champion, at War at the turn of the year. No distractions, no gimmicks. 1…2…3!
You must have noticed, even beyond the arrogant haze of your victory cigar smoke, that last week I defeated the previous 6WF World Heavyweight Champion, Chaos. No distractions, no gimmicks. 1…2…3!

Cassius holds a finger up as if indicating a moment’s pause

Cassius : Yet… 8th May 2011….. is a date that sticks in my throat. That makes me want to rip MY trachea out. 8th May 2011, over one year ago, is the last time Danny McGraw allowed me an opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. The same day that Danny McGraw allowed some phoney medics into his arena to take me away. Out of sight. Out of mind. And out of the way!

You’re right Crime Lord. I have achieved NOTHING!
Because Danny McGraw has given NOTHING!
Through fear of the dominance I can exert over his company.
Through fear of the dwindling viewer numbers as his title scene becomes a forgone conclusion… week in, week out!
In fact… through fear of what, I don’t know? But since the day he stepped foot in this company he has done everything in his power to restrain me, hurt me, and neutralise me, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!

Cassius touches Crime Lord’s title, and stares him in the eyes.

Cassius : Drop the facade, Crime Lord. You know I can beat you. I beat you at War. But if you are so confident that I have become a shadow… a ghost… of the person I was then, just five months ago, then ignore McGraw’s wishes, and give me the shot that I have earned.

And I will beat you again.

Trevor Swann is seen stumbling through a door back stage wearing a T-shirt that reads "I Hobo". He seems to stagger slightly.

TS: We did it we wons tha first match!!!!

He walks along the corridor and finds Max Adamson’s door before stopping outside and leaning on the door to hold himself up. He then procedess to hammer on the door before shouting.

TS: Max hope you don’t mind me usin this ere T-shirt I figured that you and Chris wouldn’t be wantin to use tha gimmick erm T-shirt idea for a whil sein hows use two is getin on rite now.

Trevor’s face starts to turn a little bit green before he makes his way down the corridor as fast as he can to the toilets.

James Mcmanus is seen standing backstage,Clarissa is standing microphone in hand. Jenny is standing next to him glaring at Clarrisa.

C- James, This week you face off with the 6WF, European Champion, Clarke James, If you win you pick the stipulation for your title match at Mayhem, thoughts on your match this week?

J- Uh uh, Clarrissa. I think you will find James, or as you should be calling him Mr. Mcmanus, has said already that he will not be talking until the day of the show. So any questions you have for him will be answered by me.
The answer to your first question is James is very much looking forward to hurting Clarke James, once again, just like last week. He is going to make Clarke tap out in the middle of the ring to the british figure four and leave him crying in the centre of the ring as he sees his championship slowly leaving his grip.
Mayhem Will be James night, He will be the new 6WF European Heavyweight Champion.

C- Ok while we have you here, what sort of match will Mr.Mcmanus pick if he wins for the match at Mayhem

J- That is for us to know and for you all to find out, prehaps he will pick the british rounds style of match but then again oh no he might pick a hardcore match of some description. But whatever match he picks Clarke will stand no chance in it.

C- Ok Thanks for your time.

J- the pleasure has been all yours

Jenny turns to Mcmanus and whispers into his ear before kissing him on the cheek and giggling, the pair leave down the corridor hand in hand

Jenny and McManus continue down the corridor as Clarke James appears from round the corner…

CJ: Well, well, well……isn’t this just lovely. Look at you two all cute and romantic together.

J: What do you want, Clarke?

CJ: Now, Jenny don’t be hasty. I just wanted to come say ‘Hi’, wish James here all the best for this weeks match and just let him know that Lockdown was a fluke…

Jenny and James stare through Clarke…

CJ: Oh, did I grab your attention? Come on James, you think one night at Lockdown makes up for all the other times I’ve handed you your ass over the past two months? One slip and one tap doesn’t mean you’re suddenly ready to take me down; relieve me of my title.

James looks at McManus waiting for a response….

CJ: Oh, the silent treatment eh? Cat got your tongue? Or your bitch got your balls in a jar…

*SLAP*

Jenny cracks James across the face and he grins as he steps back…

*Cassius and Crime Lord are standing face to face,their anger evident for all to see.

RJ:I think these two guys might be about to give us a preview of Friday night...

MW:The Champ is going to bring the "Great Wall" crashing down...

*Crime Lord's fist draws back ever so slightly and Clarissa looks scared as a cough can be heard from behind and both men turn around

MW:This isn't right...he's spoilt the moment..

*JJ Johnson is standing behind both men and he looks from one to the other with a smirk on his face

RJ:JJ Johnson will team with Cassius Zhi this coming Friday on Lockdown......something I never believed I would say in my life.....

MW:But how will they co-exist?...is it even possible?

RJ:Well there lies in the big question....Cassius and JJ hate each other....mortal enemies...but deep down there is a whole lot of respect....perhaps they can unite for one evening,one night against a common enemy...

MW:I'm not sold on the idea....I think Crime Lord might just put them both out of their misery right here..

*Crime Lord looks extremely unhappy and Cassius looks slightly amused by his "ally" making a drastic entrance

RJ:JJ Johnson has been having plenty of problems of his own recently...but that's all on the back burner at Lockdown...because he needs to focus his mind away from The Saint...JJ needs to be focused on the monumental task in front of him...

MW:Yes he does...because JJ and Cassius might be the best of their generation,but their generation is dying out...their generation is on it's last legs....at Lockdown they face the leaders of the new era....the most dominant superstars around right now..

RJ:Danny McGraw has certainly got Cassius and JJ backed up against a wall heading into this Friday....a 3 on 2 handicap situation....Logan Kincade,Chaos and that man right there,the 6WF World Champion,Crime Lord...

MW:It's going to be a classic...you can bet on that...but first I want to see what goes down right here...

*.JJ continues to stare at both men before breathing deeply.He shakes his head with a grin and then stares at Cassius,who looks ready to speak

JJ:First of all,you need to keep yoself quiet....you just talked,these people listened...I listened...and you made some good points...but none o' that really matters....because we could stand here and shoot the breeze all day long..

I don't like you Cassius...I ain't never gone like you and you sure as hell never gone like me...I'll get to sleep at night knowing that....but in here..

*JJ beats his chest

JJ:I'll respect you...because ain't nobody ever pushed me to my limits like you have....ain't nobody ever be on that level like I have...we defined a whole era of wrestling....we are,without a shadow of a doubt,the two biggest names in our generation...

*Crime Lord rolls his eyes as JJ turns around to face him

JJ:You got something to say?

*Crime Lord raises his microphone but JJ raises his hand

JJ:Infact I don't even wanna know what you got to say.....you gonna challenge the fact that me and Cassius are the biggest names in this industry?...You wanna challenge the fact that our stars be shining brighter than any other?

Because even in that little warped mind of yours....even in you pathetic arrogance...you can't deny it.And you can try but ain't nobody gone listen...ain't nobody gone take any notice....cos you ain't gone be nothing except a goddamn liar...

You gone stand there with the 6WF Title around yo waist,a feat that should be applauded by anyone in the back...you done that three times now....and yet yo name isn't synonomous like mine is...yo name means nothing compared to his (points at Cassius)....and it eats you up inside because you know it...

You know that all yo accomplishments,all yo accolades in yo little trophy room at home ain't never gone get you the recognition that you believe that you deserve....and why?....because even as a three time world champion you ain't nothing but a coat-tail riding son of a b1tch!

*Crowd pop and Crime Lord looks angry

JJ:What they need to get you is a collar....a shiny red collar and a matching lead with the engraving "A55 for rent" cos in reality that is all you is....one of the most dominating superstars of all time....6 foot 6.....300 plus pounds....an intimidating figure if ever I saw one...a man mountain....a wrecking machine.....

But since I been in this company....you been River Ace's little b1tch......Hero's b1tch.....infact you'd be my b1tch if the price was right wouldn't you Crimey?....right now you riding high,world heavyweight champion...but sooner or later a new Superpower (looks at Cassius with a smirk) gone emerge and yo tongue gone be doing the conga right up they a55 too...

That's why I don't like you Crime Lord....because yo name should be up their with ours....no doubt about it...you should be on our level....but your not....even with the world championship around your waist,your not me...and your not him...

You could go on to win five mo' of them...ten if we pushing it...but people always gone remember that when the big bad comes knocking,you the first down on yo knees looking for a safe haven....

Yo career didn't need The Dynasty...yo career most certainly didn't need the Church of Hero....but you still went right on ahead and did it...you still sold yo soul fo' nothing...you still bent right over and took one from the bottom of Percy Percival's jockstrap...

And you can stand here in front of me...run me down...tell me something I don't know about myself but I never was anyone's b1tch...I never laid down for anyone....I never backed away from a fight and I never sold my soul for an easy life....

From day one these people have gotten JJ Johnson 110%,I ain't never changed,I ain't never switched it around....from the moment I enter that building until the moment I get home...from 2008 straight through representing til 2012 I have been,and always will be JJ Johnson...

What you see right here is what you get...and that might really grind on yo a55,that might wind you up like a jack in the box...but I don't change fo' no one,never have and never ever will...he doesn't like me (pointing at Cassius)...you don't like me....half of those jacka55es in the lockeroom don't like me...and you know what,i'm cool with that...i'm not running fo' president,i'm not after universal popularity....but inside,whether you can admit it,or your too ignorant to accept the fact that I will be respected today...tomorrow,yesterday and in five years time...they'll always remember me...they'll remember what I achieved...what I did for this company...

They won't remember your achievements...they won't remember yo accolades....they'll remember you in the shadow of me,of Cassius....Hero....heck even River Ace....you'll be championship material...always losing valiantly in the play-offs whilst the rest of us doing big business in the premier league...

And I can see it burning you up rain wizard....I can see it in yo eyes...because whilst I'm in this business...whilst guys like Cassius are still around...it doesn't matter if you have that strap around your waist...you'll never be number one...you'll never be the best...

*Crime Lord is seething with anger as Cassius is leaning back against the wall

JJ:On friday night....your going to see the best....the two very best that this company has produced....we'll be standing across the ring from you and we are going to be bringing the fight like you ain't ever witnessed befo...

And you can look on one side and then you can look on the other...from Kincade to Chaos...then you can bring a mirror down from the rafters and you can take a good long look in that too....cos all three of you be cut from the same cloth....one schizo after another....split-personality to no personality....

You look into my eyes and you know there is no fear...you know i'm not scared...even with the odds stacked in your favour,I ain't intimidated...

You can tell all these people that your number one...tell them you've been "at the top for three years" but we all know what a heap of bull(beep) that really is.....where you at top when you were riding Hero's d(beep) or do you mean you were "on top"?

Because that's a whole different scenario fool....being Hero's rentboy doesn't suddenly make you "the man"....having River Ace's fist up yo a55 doesn't make you "joe cool".....fact is you talk mo' trash than me and Cassius combined...

But go ahead and carry on talking....because come Friday when their wiring that jaw shut...ain't nobody gone have to listen to yo (beep) any mo'....

*JJ backs away slightly and smiles.Clarissa seems extremely afraid of the volatile situation in front of her as Cassius stares intently at JJ and then at Crime Lord.

Trevor Swann comes slowly round the corner with a bottle of water in hand and clutching his head.

TS: What happened yesterday? England won I think I remember that but then I’m in a tag match with Hobo on my side is that a good or bad thing? I can’t remember. How much did I drink yesterday and who gave me this stupid “I heart Hobo” t-shirt? I need a fry up to sort my body out.

Trevor ambles off towards the 6WF canteen.

Dragon walks into the 6WF canteen and see's Trevor Swan getting a huge fry up.

Dragon has got hie free weight championship wrapped round his waist and walks over to Swan who just ignores him holding his head as the Canteen assistant gathers his breakfast on the plate that is on Swan's tray.

Dragon: Ah Cricket man Swan one of my opponents for this weeks Lockdown, and not in too good a shape either.

Swan continues to ignore the Free weight champion who just carry's on talking to him.

Dragon: You were very drunken yesterday Cricket man, Is it your birthday, did you with the latory, Did you finally have a bath and thought about having a drink to celebrate?

And what is that t-shirt you have on, I think you may have got the wrong idea about how men and women work, I can take you to a good place were they have very pretty lady and very cheep too.

Swan just looks at Dragon and then rolls his eyes and takes a drink from his water bottle.

Dragon: I know what will get your attention come this Lockdown, Me and Nay Botherman will kick your arse all over the arena and you will be laid down in the pool of your own blood.

Swan is about to say some think but just waves his arm as if he's not interested and then goes to pay for his fry up.

Dragon the picks up a grape fruit and orange juice and goes to sit down at a table laughing and the hung over Swan who tuck's into his fry up.

(Crime Lord is furious, standing between JJ and Cassius.)

CL- Where do I start? Ah you.

(Crime Lord turns to Cassius, blocking out JJ.)

CL- You've gone from romantic proclamations of love to a sob story, I'm seriously impressed at the range of your emotions Cassius...I really am. I don't care, not even a little bit, how Diablo raised you. I don't care how emotionally scarred you were from being around him, I certainly don't want to hear about what you saw, heard and probably had to take part in. In fact, nobody does. All people want to see is you exploding in anger, they want to see you kicking things, punching things, throwing people through things, they want to see you kicking ass!

Unfortunately, I'm going to disappoint everybody by twisting that right around, I will take your overrated, over-hyped, washed up body and I will throw it around like you're a rag doll. You don't scare me, intimidate me or anything else. You're simply not my level any more. Forget WAR, nine times out of ten I'd have beaten you, that's a fact Zhi. You got lucky, oh so lucky, and if Saint hadn't stuck his big nose in I'd have happily proven to you, that I am better than you in every single way.

Stop making excuses for your failures Zhi, Danny McGraw hasn't held you back at all. If anything you've had too many opportunities, too many chances to relight the fire that made you the superpower of the past. You've had nothing holding you back and if you honestly, truly believe you have had, then maybe you should go back to your asylum and get some more of your crazy pills because you'd be clearly OUT OF YOUR MIND.

(Crime Lord turns to JJ.)

CL- Inspiring. Really inspiring JJ. Absolute rubbish nonetheless.

(A small grin is on JJ's face as he can see Crime Lord getting angrier.)

CL- Perhaps your name is more well known than my name. There's just one reason for that if it is true though...everyone is intrigued by a myth. This myth is a huge one as well, it's fooled almost everybody. The myth is that you're something special. That the things you can do in the ring are outstanding. I have to give you some credit, you did very well to create this myth, leaving every time the myth was falling apart...when everybody realised that you were all talk, all hype...nothing more. You've been in a constant state of rebuilding, distractions and excuses. You've kept up this façade that soon, that any day now you're going to amaze everybody and THE JJ Johnson will appear.

Whether it be Hollywood, fighting 6CW, fighting the Dynasty, the Association or problems back in the Good Ol' USA, you always have something up your sleeve to explain why you're not at the top, why you're not stood here with a world title. You haven't been a real star since 2009, you're living off your past while I'm still creating my present. At the end of the day Johnson, I'd rather have ten world titles than be known as you, the constant underachiever...unfulfilled potential. I am the best wrestler in 6WF history, I have won more titles, beaten more people, done more for this company than you ever had JJ, you're all talk, no action.

You're right that I didn't NEED any of those groups, but I used them nonetheless and it has won me world titles, got me every record in the book, it has made me better than you. JJ, you're not the fighter for everybody else because you're some kind of noble martyr, you're just desperate for nobody to realise that you're nothing special, that you're average, ordinary. Putting yourself up against insurmountable odds, which you NEVER overcome is your way of shielding yourself from criticism.

Friday suits you perfectly JJ and Cassius in fact now as well, you're both playing this poor underdog card. Making yourself the victim, fighting against everything evil in the world. It's a pathetic attempt to cover up for your lack of ability. I see right through the both of you, and all the jokes, claims and threats in the world won't make up for the fact that both of you pale in comparison to me.

Hobo is stood at the canteen service area talking to Belinda.

H: ....and then it turned out to be Venus Williams in a burka.

Belinda:

Hobo: To cut a long story short, I gave her back the mannequin and she dropped the lawsuit.

Belinda chuckles again before gesturing Hobo to look over to the table. Slumped over it, looking worse for wear is Trevor Swann, wearing nothing but a "I Hobo" T Shirt. He is naked from the waste down.

H: That is disgusting! That T Shirt hasnt been on sale for 2 years!

Belinda: And he has his pork sword on show.

H: Euphimism?

Belinda: No! He really has a pork sword on show. (Trevor has a large chipolata in his clenched fist, from his breakfast). If I was going for a euphemism of his state of undress, I might have used something like he has his Kojaks moneybox on show.

H: Ah right! Gotcha! Anyway, do you think you can rumble up something better than a sausage for my tag partner? He needs sobering up and double quick speed. We have a fight in less than 48 hours, and I need him at the top of his game.

Belinda: I could have also used spam javelin, Jack the Dripper or Spurt Reynolds as well.

H: Are you even listening any more?

Belinda has her eyes transfixed on Trevors midriff.

Belinda:....cyclops dachsund, yoghurt spitting sausage....

Hobo picks up his tray and walks away disgusted.

JJ Johnson laughs and goes to respond to Crime Lord, but Cassius puts a heavy hand on his team-mates shoulder and pushes him aside. JJ throws Cassius’ hand off him, but Zhi doesn’t even look at him, but instead remains aggressively transfixed on the World Heavyweight Champion.

Cassius : Allow me to take this Johnson. Because to be honest, I’m really beginning to tire of this guy’s torrent of vomitous crap… and as entertaining as your mockery laden flow is (Cassius says “flow” ironically), this isn’t some Def Jam rap battle. What our sick, delusional, World Heavyweight Champion needs right now is not some sugar-coated dose of insult-joke-insult-joke, repeat until course is complete medication you specialise in JJ. No… what I want to administer Crime Lord, is a much more bitter pill to swallow.

Cassius doesn’t take his eyes off Crime Lord, whilst speaking to JJ.

Cassius : OK Crime Lord. So you don’t care about my history. You don’t want to hear it.
So what is it that you DO you want to hear Crime Lord?
Do you want me to acknowledge your three time World Champion status as something that is deserved, something impressive, something valid?
Because there is only one validation process for the deservedness of a World Champion in my eyes, Crime Lord. Only one acid test. Only one thing that could possibly impress me. And only one victory that I will ever acknowledge as legitimate.
And in each of your three title reigns to date, Crime Lord, you have failed to undertake that validation process.
As did Chris Patricks. As did Chaos.

Cassius laughs sinisterly

Cassius : How can you, or they, claim to be a true World Champion without ever overcoming the greatest test available, Crime Lord?
Hogan slammed Andre
Austin stunned The Rock
Hart sharpshootered Michaels.
And Crime Lord... well he squashed a fatigued Blue Dragon

How can you stand there so proudly… having proven NOTHING? Having NEVER challenged yourself to your furthest extent and faced your most accomplished adversary?

JJ Johnson is mouthy. He’s arrogant. And somewhere, deep down, I think he genuinely believes he is the Black Jesus. But at least he exhibited the courage to take that first step to walk on water, Crime Lord, and risked drowning in a sea of his own viscous ambition, just to become a hero in these people’s eyes. To become one of the greatest of all time!
He faced me. And he beat me Crime Lord.
JJ Johnson - Validated!
Yet you… you are barely treading the surface, always have done, avoiding the murky depths, the great unknown where the real fearsome creatures lurk.
Creatures like me!

Cassius eyeballs Crime Lord, seething, looking for a response

Cassius : You have the gall to say I’m out of my mind – but you have spent so long in your own little world thinking you’re something so damn special without ever having to prove it, that I think you’re deluded beyond salvation. If you think WAR was my lucky 1 out of 10, then let’s go right on ahead with the other 9 and I guarantee you won’t even make it half way!

I’m not out of my mind Crime Lord. Exhibiting a range of emotions is not insanity… it’s humanity!

And I would rather be that, than one-dimensional like you Crime Lord. Displaying just the one emotion at all times.
A COWARDLY… CAPITALIST… ASSHO*E!

One emotion in five years Crime Lord... wow you're right, you ARE consistent.

Cassius sniggers again, then goes forehead to forehead with Crime Lord

Cassius : FACE ME - OR FACE UP TO THE FACT YOU WILL NEVER BE ONE OF THE GREATEST, CRIME LORD!
LIKE IT... OR....

LK: ha haha hahahahahahahaha.....hnnnnnn!!! ha hahahahaha

LK: Look at this, the old guard, the glorious past of 6WF. Standing around fighting backstage like a group of children.....

The three men turn to Logan with a look of dismissal.

LK: And not one of you concerned about the threat I pose.....it's all about you three and your inflated egos....and let's not forget Chaos, the biggest ego of them all. But why should you expect anything of me? I am only the man who will take that title Cassius loves so much home with him. Shine it up real nice....... I am only a "young up and comer"....

...the fact remains ladies, I am the most violent man you will ever likely meet, and the only reason I haven't shown my true rage is because of family issues....but now we all know how that turned out...

LK: ha...haha hnnnnn!!! *Logan breathes deeply through his nostrils calming himself down whilst looking deranged*

LK: ...but trust me when I say I am over any issues with my darling brother, I am focused on one thing. And that is being the man to teach Mr Zhi the true meaning of Hardcore Wrestling.... you see, were as you and JJJJJJJJJJJ........ Have trust issues...haha.... me Crime Lord and Chaos have one thing in common... We all fight for ourselves. not for the idiots who fill the seats of this arena with their Primark sweatpant covered a*ses, with their illegitimate Bar Steward children eating food they brought themselves, most of which lands on their ill-fitting shirts already covered in the stains of a household in turmoil, who's evenings consist of a drunken father verbally abusing their whorish mother as the children look on unflinching at the scene they have come accustomed to seeing day in and day out of their miserable pointless lives who have no future to look forward to other than the dole queue and death...

The three men look at Logan with raised eyebrows as he continues his rant

LK: See!.....unlike you two, the fans favourites, the good guys *Logan smiles crazilly as his eye twitches slightly* we are not living a lie, we "keep it real"........... and tonight I am going to revel in the pain and suffering I inflict on both of you...it will be glorious...

Logan stares at Cassius wide eyed as the three men look confused

There is a darkened locker room. The lights are off, but through the cracks in the blinds, a figure, a large imposing figure, is seen with his back to the camera. He slowly turns rounds so that in the scarce light, half of his face can be seen. It is The Saint.

The Saint: In a week where in these halls, there are verbal clashes for supremacy, I'm doing the very same thing that has seen my stock soar unfathomably recently. You see, whilst Cassius Zhi, JJ Johnson, Logan Kincade and Crime Lord engage in a contest to see who has the most false claim to being the most dominant man in this company, here I stand, in the shadows, understatedly adding more and more casualties to the list of those who think they can take me on.

You see, I don't have to justify myself to my 'peers' to know that I'm the most destructive man to walk through these doors. The past two weeks, without extravagantly parading myself, I said that I'd make a statement... And at the end of the last two Lockdowns, JJ Johnson has found himself a victim of Divine Intervention.

And you know what?! It's just too damn easy.

Every time, JJ Johnson, in the midst of his superhero routine, thinks he's on top of the world and then boom! There I am, ready to bat you off that pedestal that you don't deserve to be on.

I've said it before Johnson, you're symptomatic of everything I hate about this company. And to make it even worse, this week, you team with Cassius Zhi, to further amplify just what I hate.

You see, I've been guilty of it myself... Nostalgia.

Cassius Zhi and JJ Johnson live in the past. It's all they have as the relevancy they once had seeps away. The two supposed defining personalities of an era, fading quicker than the hype of Hobo's return or Crime Lord's title win. They peaked and were wrongly considered the best two things to walk into the 6WF. And whilst they may still be as formidable, you're nowhere near as good as The Saint.

Because whilst you both live in the past, I sat down and took stock, clinging to my list of accolades did nothing but make me look desperate and a shadow of what I wanted to be. I took a large dose of reality and realised that to reach the top, it has to be about the here and now.

And it's all starting to make sense to me. My destiny, my calling is to be THE man, not a supporting player in a sea of mediocrity that is this roster.

I am so, so much better than everyone and everything here, whether it be James McManus, Vortex, Logan Kincade, Chaos, Blue Dragon, Clarissa, Uryu, JJ Johnson, Cassius Zhi or Crime Lord. The bottom line is that The Saint is the best thing about the 6WF.

And as I surge forward, slowly ascending to my desired zenith of being the top of this company, there is no denying me.

First things first, I'll finish JJ Johnson, exorcising my demons and really establishing myself as the pinnacle of our generation, and then, then it's on to the Time Attack match, something I have experience of winning in the past. I'll go into that match and win the 6WF Championship. Ascension complete.

So, to this weeks Lockdown. I may not be involved in a match, but that means nothing, because like now, I'll be in the shadows... Waiting, watching, readying myself to continue to make an impact, whether it be on JJ Johnson or somebody else.

It's that unpredictability, that erratic aura, that makes me so damn dangerous. Because, as I've said, I do whatever I like, whenever I like. There's no reining in The Saint.

6WF, you might try, you may aim to suppress the irrepressible but at then end of the day, it won't be enough.

Nobody is safe, 6WF.

Cassius continues to look at Logan confusedly, then takes a slow step towards him.

Cassius : Oh look what we have here, the rookie has arrived.

Cassius looks to the side at JJ with a smirk

Cassius : Hey, Mr. Hollywood, your runner is here. I’ll take a Green Tea… what are you having?

Cassius' smile immediately subsides into a frown and he strokes the back of his head, looking at JJ with a pained expression.

Cassius : Actually, I think I may have just died a little inside. Remind me never to attempt to share a joke with you again. The day our humour is compatible is the day I am no longer compatible with living.

JJ laughs but Cassius seems completely serious, as he turns his attention to Logan once again.

Cassius : At least this one has the balls to come out here and show the courage in his convictions. Unlike Chaos… who may well have the biggest ego, but it must surely be also the most fragile, as his absence in our impromptu little arms show here proves that he is just another supposed World Champion overshadowed by the inherent fear of confronting the New World Super-Power. Isn’t that right Crime Lord?

Cassius holds a hand up to Crime Lord, as if to signal that no response is necessary, then takes another step into Kincade’s personal space.

Cassius : Courageous indeed. The courage of a lion. But like a young lion cub, Kincade, you are courageous but naïve in equal measure. Keen to prove to Blue Dragon that you are the alpha of your pride, you have been careless in stumbling upon another beast’s territory. A very... unforgiving... beast.
So you had better make the numbers game count at Lockdown, Logan – and teach whatever lesson it is you wish to teach about Hardcore Wrestling while you have the chance, because in a few weeks time it will be just you and I, and that is where the real lessons begin.

You may claim to be the most violent man I am ever likely to meet, but I will educate you in the modern Chinese ways of ruthless efficiency, Kincade.

For who is truly the more violent, Logan? The man who unleashes an unrelenting barrage of hardcore attacks upon another… or the man with the ruthless efficiency to floor an opponent with the purity of just one?

Cassius thrusts his palms together in the Shockwave position, drawing it back and straining so the veins in his arms bulge, then relaxes with a deep exhale, momentarily closing his eyes in pleasure as he lets his arms drop. He opens them to fix Logan with his piercing stare again.

Cassius : Who is the more violent Kincade? The man who puts so much effort into looking intimidating…

Cassius runs his hand down Kincade’s painted face, then looks at his hand and rolls around the residue tha thas transferred to his fingertips

Cassius : … or the man with the ruthless efficiency to make it look, effort...less?

Cassius blows the dusty residue from his hand, into Kincade’s direction then dusts his hands clean.

CL- Right Cassius, before you were distracted by your most recent conqueror you told me that I haven't been validated as world champion...that is rubbish Zhi, total and utter rubbish. Beating you doesn't validate me as champion, beating JJ Johnson doesn't validate me as champion, and neither does beating Blue Dragon. What validates me as world champion is that I have beaten them all, not just one of them, but all of them. I beat the longest reigning 6WF Champion ever in TGA, I have beaten JJ Johnson, I have beaten Enforcer, I have beaten Hobo, I have beaten Hero, Abe Abercorn, River Ace, Mike Hill, you name anybody and I can guarantee that I have beaten them. I have won this title three times for a reason, I am the most decorated wrestler in 6WF for a reason...because I'm the BEST.

The reason I've never beaten you as world champion is because I've never had the opportunity to. You've never reached the level where you're seen as worthy, as capable of facing me. The reason you've never faced me one on one with the world title on the line is because you're marketable. You're part of the "capitalist conspiracy" or whatever the hell you think is going on. 6WF management is terrified that one of their most bankable stars will be put on the shelf by their most dangerous. Do you know how much revenue you bring in from Asia? Millions. Those signs every week with your name on, they've been sold to the fans. T-shirts, masks, Cassius mugs, lunch boxes...You're just like JJ, given the main event slot, protected because you're the two biggest stars simply because, for some strange reason, people love your faces on their things.

I am not ONE of the greatest Zhi, I am THE Greatest. I've achieved far more than you and Johnson, I have won more titles, beat more people and climbed the ladder more times than anybody else. No matter how many idle threats you make, or claims that beating you is some special kind of test that I need to pass, you know, as well as Johnson and everybody else, that I am the best.

(Crime Lord takes a breath.)

CL- Why don't you stick to your level, people like Logan here, with that Hardcore title...I won that when I was at the bottom, it was a step, maybe one day you can reach my lofty heights again. The man you think you are isn't the man you actually are. You're not ruthless or efficient, you have a temper, you're affected too much by your past, you're easily distracted whether it be by rivals such as Saint or JJ Johnson or trying to appear like some kind of wrestling Buddha. You're little attempt to impress us then, by showing off your "violence" was the final 'validation' I needed to realise that you're completely and utterly pathetic. To think I used to respect you.

(Crime Lord looks Cassius up and down with disgust before turning around, he barges past JJ and strides down the corridor.)

*Nay walks into in the canteen with a rucksack on his back, He stands at door looking confused at the unusually large queue before spotting The Dragon standing around and looking over an semi concious Trevor Swann.*

Nay opens up his rucksack and starts to rummage around in it while walking over to the Dragon and nodding.

Nay: Hey Dude, That queue is pretty big but i have some sushi in here somewhere.

*Dragon gives Nay a puzzled look as he is handed a tin of John West tuna.*

Nay: That should sort us out fella, managed to get these on special offer 3 tins for the price of 4. You don't get bargains like that every week

*Nay hands dragon a plastic fork, takes a mouthful out his tin and starts to speak with his mouth full*

Nay: Issh whill besh an injushtish if we gesh beath by thath.

Dragon: Sorry, Mr Bother I no understand your Scottish language.

*Nay Points to Trevor Swann lying on the table*

Nay: I Said, it will be an injustice if we get beat that that, but then there has been a lot of injustices going on around here recently.

Crime Lord Becoming World Champion, McManus becoming No 1 contender for the European Championship, the fact Scorpion has won 2 Hardcore Titles and the biggest injustice of them all Logan Kincade being named number 1 contender for the Hardcore Title ahead of me.

Hell its even an injustice that due to Uryu's little problem, Swann here sees more wood in the janitors closet than Clarrisa.

*Nay stares at Dragon, who is still standing holding the tin of Tuna*

Nay: First things first, Tonight we take out this waste of space lying here and his tag team partner, a man who has become a parody of his former self. Tonight I get back to winning ways and we prove why I am the best young talent in this company and why you are a champion.

Then i think it is time someone showed some b**** and made a stand against the man responsible for these injustices and any of his little stooges who want to get in my way.

Mark my words my Japanese friend there is a revolution coming and there is nothing they can do about it.

*The show cuts to adverts*

Cassius watches Crime Lord leave then spins and viciously kicks a nearby table over, spilling drinks all over the floor.

Cassius : SON OF A BITCH!

Cassius frantically gets in Logan’s face again, breathing heavy and about to embark on another tirade, when he feels a delicate hand on his back. Logan grins maniacally, looking back and fore at Cassius, and Miss Jessica who has just arrived on the scene in a summer dress with shades perched atop her head.

Miss Jessica : Come on Cassy. This is like, such a waste of energy on this loser! Why don't we just go and relax a little before your big match…

Jessica looks at JJ Johnson, twirling a strand of her hair and biting her bottom lip

Miss Jessica : … care to join us, JJ?

JJ : Hell no! I want no part of yo and Zhi's crazy relaxation techniques. Do yo want JJ Johnson at Cassius Zhi’s side on Lockdown, or do yo want JJ Johnson going all AWOL on his ass ‘cos he be spending the afternoon getting himself cleaned up at the clinic?

Jessica drops her hair, and her flirtatious pretence with it

Miss Jessica : Whatever. Well yo just better come good tonight, Johnson. Or there will be, like, total hell to pay.

Jessica storms off ahead of Cassius, leaving him staring at both Logan and JJ, before she clicks her fingers patronisingly to beckon him.

Miss Jessica : Come on already Zhi. If you don’t apply this after-sun lotion in like, two minutes, I am going to peel like a Papple. There is a price to pay for this cute ginger look you know? Beauty is SUCH a burden sometimes.

Jessica clicks her finger one more time and Zhi arrogantly smirks at Logan, which is met with the same crazed glower, before nodding at JJ then following Jessica away down the corridor.

Blue Dragon is seen sitting in the middle of the ring before a big show, he's sitting on a stool and looking out at an empty arena. He looks a little angry but also reflective as he smirks to himself an looks at the camera...

BD: This week I face Chris Patricks, a man who I have alot of hisroy with. Patricks, Leone and myself had some epic matches years ago. He knows what I'm capable of and I know what he can do. The guys a comparable athlete, I'll give him that. Then the guy moved onto the tag team devision and formed a formidable team with Max Adamson. A team that reached the top of thier game and i thought he had finally found his place in the company, but I was wrong. He decided that he could do it on his own, and for a while, he did, he won the big one and held the title for a while, he even defended it successfully against me. And now we go head to head again, Chris has recently returned with a new attitude and had decided to take his frustrations out on his old partner Max, and this time it's me thats in the title running and him with the opportunity to derail me.

Dragon starts to look angry and his eyes widen as he stands up and steps closer to the camera...

BD: Chris, your in for a shock. You'll learn exactly how much has changed around here, you'll see what this new Dragon is made of and you'll learn to respect me and the rest of the roster. And if your still feeling over confident going into our match, just remember... We're going to have a mutual friend here with us, Mr Max Adamson.....

The scene fades to black