6WF Mayhem 3rd June

Match 1
Best of 3 series(1-1)
Kurt Hernandez vs Quade White

Match 2
Scorpion vs Zane Altair

Match 3
Hobo vs Nay Bother vs Trevor Swann

Match 4
Hardcore Title
Cassius Zhi(C) vs Logan Kincade

Match 5
Freeweight Title
Dragon(C) vs Uryu vs Vortex

Match 6
Chris Patricks/The Saint vs Max Adamson/JJ Johnson

Match 7
European Title
Submission match
Clarke James(C) vs James McManus

Main Event
6WF Undisputed Title
Triple threat
Crime Lord(C) vs Chaos vs Blue Dragon

*Uryu is seen in the cafeteria carrying over 2 hot lunches for himself and Clarissa*

Uryu: There we go honey, one fish and chips, no salt and an ice cream sundae for dessert.

*She smiles as Uryu sits down with the same as they both tuck in. Uryu looking concerned as he eats*

Uryu: Title match this Sunday, better be prepared.

Clarissa: You will be, don't worry ok?

*Uryu nods as Clarissa notices that hes distracted*

Clarissa: I know you wanted it to be one on one but these things can't be helped, after what he tried to do last week I am suprised you didn't try it sooner if I am honest.

*Uryu slowly looked up at her*

Uryu: Really? you want me to rip his head off?

Clarissa: I want him to learn to be careful around me.

*Uryu nods*

Uryu: Doubt I will get what I want though, this new Danny McGraw attitude is kinda weird but I can tell he still does not like me one bit.

Clarissa: Then why did he put you in the match?

Uryu: He had to because there was no winner.

Clarissa: And the time attack slot?

Uryu: I think he just wants to watch me get my @$$ kicked. I feel like this came out of nowhere for me. If I win against whoever I get then I get my first shot at the big title, the 6WF world title...

*Uryu ponders a few seconds as Clarissa smiles*

Clarissa: Potentially being a double champion, that sounds pretty nice. Uryu Ishida, Freeweight and World Champion.

*Uryu nods*

Uryu: It does sound nice but I am not sure it will happen. Too much can happen that can mess it up, besides one title will be enough for now.

*Clarissa nods and smiles as she eats a piece of fish*

Clarissa: Well, what are your current goals?

Uryu: Well, to win on Sunday would be nice and I want to make sure Vortex does not mess with me or you ever again.

*Clarissa nods and looks at her phone, spotting something*

Clarissa: I do have a chance to see the BoD tomorrow, want me to enquire about the match you want?

Uryu: You think you can convince them?

Clarissa: I can try.

*She slides him a bit of paper and a pen*

Clarissa: Write it down and I will try my best ok Uryu?

*Uryu scribbles it down and nods, passing it back to her before gently kissing her on the cheek*

Uryu: Thank you.

*They smile, continuing to eat lunch together*

The Dragon walks into the canteen area and his wearing his Free weight title around his waist, He goes into the back of the line of the que picks up a tray and glances and the choice of food in the glass cabinet.

He picks out a tuna sandwich a pack of walkers crisps that were in a basket at the side of the cabinet and a apple walks to to the end of the line and pays at the till.

Dragon looks up and see's Uryu and Clarrisa staring into each others eyes eating there fish and chips, Dragon walks over with a smile on his face.

Dragon: Ah Uryu my friend with his very beautiful girl friend, I just happen to over hear you talking about being a double champion.

Uryu starts to get out of his seat but Dragon puts his arm on his shoulder and pushes him down back in his chair as Clarrisa is looking a little concerned for her boy toy.

Dragon: Please don't get up Uryu, Enjoy your meal with your lovely girlfriend all I wanted to say is that you have to beat me first to be a double champion and that my friend is just not going to happen.

You have me and the smelly man to contend with and do not forget that I won the 7 man elimination match just a few short weeks ago, So I have the advantage at this match, I know how to win and keep my gold.

Uryu just glares at Dragon, Clarrisa holds his hand and he looks down and smiles at Clarrisa and calms down a little.

Dragon: We have both had problems with smelly men and it would be in out best interests if we team up together to take him out of the equation and then we can see who the better man is, What do you say Uryu, You in or are you out?

Dragon stands there holding his tray of food waiting for Uryu's answer.

*Uryu stares at the title, smiles and nods*

Uryu: Alright, but after we make certain he is out of the way, I will be coming straight for you head on, no holding back because I want to win that title of yours. We have seen what the other can do and it should be a good match once we get rid of the trash.

*Uryu offers a handshake*

Uryu: May the best smelling man win!

Dragon shakes the hand of Uryu and smiles.

Dragon: Make no mistake about it Uryu I will come at you head on all so, Like you said we know what each other can do, I will hit you hard and fast and i will still be your free weight champion of the world.

Dragon taps the belt with one hand still holding his tray in his other hand , Bows and walks of and sits down with his meal.

Miss Jessica’s pristine white Audi TT screeches into the arena car park, making a group of excited fans jump back from where they are leaning over the railings in avoidance. The fans cheer and a few camera flashes go off as Cassius Zhi steps out of the passenger seat. He reluctantly grabs his 6WF Hardcore Championship Belt and carelessly holds it at his side while Miss Jessica gets out of the driver’s seat. Jessica immediately takes out her phone and starts texting. Cassius nods his heads towards the gathered fans

Cassius : You going over?

Miss Jessica doesn’t look up from her phone but furrows her brow

Miss Jessica : As if. If those losers want a close up of this then they can pay to get into Fanzone, no way are they getting it for free!

Cassius looks over to the calling fans

Cassius : I think I’m going to go over.

Miss Jessica : Whatever. Do what you want.

Cassius makes his way over to the throng of fans who have gathered at the car park entrance, and Miss Jessica walks away in the other direction towards the arena, smiling at something on her phone. Cassius pushes past a line of security and drops his title to the concrete before grabbing a pen from one of the fans to start signing a few autographs. Some of the fans are in disbelief at the allowed proximity to the usually insular Hardcore Champion and excitedly ask questions.

Fan 1 : You and JJ were awesome! Are you going to team again?

Cassius : Not if I can help it.

Fan 1 looks deflated before another interjects

Fan 2 : I can’t believe you get to share a locker room with Miss Jessica. What’s she like naked? I bet she’s hot!

Cassius looks up at the teenage fan with disbelief, who immediately begins to look worried.

Cassius : Nudity is a nauseatingly abject exhibition of vulgarity. Far from being ”hot”, it only evokes thoughts of the coldness of a mortuary slab in my mind.

Though as nauseatingly abject exhibitions of vulgarity go, she is indeed quite an attractive one none-the-less.

Cassius momentarily smiles at the fan who eases and looks to his friend excitedly.

Fan 3 : Do you think you’ll beat Logan Kincade at Mayhem?

Cassius stops signing, mid-autograph, and smiles slyly. He slowly passes the pen back to the person he took it from and gently diverts his gaze to the questioner, who is wearing a Cassius Zhi “Indefensible Actions” T-Shirt.

Cassius : Finally… an enquiry worthy of my otherwise wasted effort here. But let us go truly interactive for a moment, and allow me to ask you; Do you think I will beat Logan Kincade?

Fan 3 (without hesitation): DAMN RIGHT!

Cassius laughs dismissively, then picks up the Hardcore Title from the floor, shouldering it with the design on the reverse.

Cassius : Wrong answer.

The small crowd fall silent before Cassius' eyes flare wildly with viciousness

Cassius : You KNOW I will beat Logan Kincade!
I KNOW I will beat Logan Kincade!

Fans : YEEEEEEAHHHHHH! CASSIUS GONNA KILL YA! CASSIUS GONNA KILL YA! CASSIUS GONNA KILL YA!

Cassius holds a hand up, asking for quiet again

Cassius : Logan Kincade says wants to teach me the meaning of Hardcore.
But in our 6WF Hardcore Championship Match, I will teach Logan Kincade... the meaning of Mayhem!
Not disorganised chaos. Not some riot that these security aim to quell. But the true meaning of Mayhem!
I will teach Logan Kincade the ancient meaning of Mayhem!

For Mayhem my friends… is a derivation of the word maim.
Mayhem… is the wilful infliction of a bodily injury on another, to make the victim less capable of self-defence.
And Mayhem… the true meaning of Mayhem, is what I... will wilfully inflict upon Logan Kincade... this Sunday!

Cassius is continuing to sign for the fans as the security begin to surround him, he looks around confused about to tell them to back off when a voice can be heard.

???: Hahaaahahhahhhhaaaaa....hnnnnn!!!

Cassius turns on his heels to see Logan Kincade smiling crazily at him.

LK: Look what we have have here, Cassius Zhi, the fan favourite, champion of the people, hardcore legend. BULL S***!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!

LK: It's funny Zhi, it really is, you still don't believe you are fighting for these idiots do you? ha hahahahhaahnnnnn!!! *Logan breaths deeply through is nostrils*... So why are you here pandering to them? WHY! are you signing their tacky Cassius Zhi related tat?....

Cassius looks at the fans adorned in their Zhi shirts and then back at Logan with a snarl as Logan smirks

LK: ...You see, you know I am right and it. hurts. you... to know lowly Logan Kincade has the number of someone such as yourself...

...Though saying that, you are a shadow of the man I have heard stories about, being ordered about by a whore like Miss Jessica? Signing comic books and action figures for unwashed simpletons with no hope of ever reaching that which they dream of? (Crowd: BOOOOOO)

...You are a joke Zhi, and these people are laughing at you, laughing RIGHT in your face and you just take it like the lowly bitch you really are, and you know why you take it? do you?....DO YOU!?

Crowd: CASSIUS GONNA KILL YA! CASSIUS GONNA KILL YA!...

Logan smirks at the crowd then stares at Zhi

LK: ...It's simple Cassius, it is because deep down in your stomach, floating around in the sea of green tea and the remnants of faecal matter from all the ass kissing is a nugget of truth, the knowledge that I am simply a better wrestler than you, Certainly more Hardcore than you, and I will not stop until that title you love EVER so much, is mine and you are lying on the canvas in a heap covered in your own blood and the dishonour brought on by being a failure in the eyes of your family and the fans you fight for. Then you will see....how I keep....my....Promises...

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Security surround Logan whose eyes light up as if ready to fight as Cassius stares at Logan with fire in his eyes.

Dreadlock Holiday starts to play and Trevor Swann appears at the top of the ramp. The crowd start to boo him as he makes his way down to the ring. Today he is dressed smartly in a suit and bow tie. He even has a small jacket and bow tie on his cricket bat which he is carrying with him. He pulls out a small notepad and goes to the crowd where he starts signing the notepad and handing out copies of his autograph to members of the crowd.

MW: Strange behaviour here from Swann but I hear he is doing some sort of a tribute this evening?

RJ: That’s what I hear also Michael although not really sure about this.

Swann climbs in the ring and places his cricket bat in the corner. He walks to the centre where there are three easels set up with blankets over them.

TS: Hello, good evening and welcome tonight to a very special event brought to you by my good self Trevor Swann. This coming weekend at Mayhem I take on two stars of 6WF who tonight I am here to pay tribute to. These two guys recently haven’t received the respect and admiration that they deserve and so tonight Nay Bother and Hobo.....

The Crowd pop and start to cheer with chants of Trash TV and Booyah ring out.

TS: wow it’s good to hear that you guys are as excited about this as I am. Hobo as I’m sure we pretty much well all know has held just about every title there is in this company bar one. He is one of the most decorated, one of the most enthusiastic, one of the most entertaining, electrifying guys there has ever been to step foot inside the 6WF squared circle. Hob has been there and done that. Hobo the fans of wrestling that fill this place; of which I classify myself as one salute you.

TS: Hobo you have left it all in this very ring numerous times. You were a leading member of Trash TV which revolutionised the face of this company. You are one of the building blocks of this companies past and it sure as hell wouldn’t be like it is today if it wasn’t for you.

Trevor pulls the blanket off the first easel to reveal a picture of Hobo holding posing holding one of many of his titles.

TS: Hobo the man of the people in your own words the Moral crusader (TM) we salute you and your contribution to wrestling.

TS: Which brings me onto Nay Bother. Ok this guy hasn’t been around for anywhere near as long as Hobo but he is one to watch for the future. He has had success though with Tag Team work. He might be rough around the edges but then you could argue that is an attribute that many greats have had be it Keith Leone or Hobo himself.

Trevor pulls back the blanket on the second easel to reveal a picture of nay Bother.

TS: Another man of the people a future Tag Team great that will go down as one of the best. He might not have reached the heights he will surely reach yet but Nay is the man to watch in the Tag Division. Which brings me on to our match at Mayhem this weekend. Three guys who have a history of putting on some pretty amazing matches. Three guys from very different backgrounds but all three after one thing ....... the win.

TS: As if getting a win over the other two was not enough motivation for any of us; the winner gets a title shot at a title of Danny McGraw’s choice. This is the chance that we are all looking for and I think if you look a little closer it’s fairly obvious which way this could go.

TS: If Hobo was to win there is only one title that he would be pressing Danny for and that would be the final one to make him a grand slam member the European title. If Nay was to win then we know how his strength is in the Tag division so it would of course make sense for him to be pressing for a Tag title shot.

TS: There are a number of problems though with this. After Mayhem the European champion will either still be Clarke James or a new champ of James McManus. Both of these guys are not push over’s. In fact they are both arguably the future of this company. Young and up and coming. Hobo on the other hand is old and falling fast. He isn’t the future he has had his day and is past it. He was a glorious champion but now has delusions of recapturing his golden days.

TS: Hobo although I value all that you have done for this business the painful truth is you do not have a future in this business. If you were to win the three way match at Mayhem and then have a title shot it would be wasted and would not further the company. After doing so much for this company I ask you to do one last final thing and help its most legitimate and hard working guy. You know how that is Hobo you know what to do before you can go Swanning off one last time.

TS: But Nay don’t pretend I’m ignoring you either you have a great future ahead of you unlike Hobo. Saddly though you work best as a Tag player and we all know how you currently don’t have a tag partner. You will win championships in the future I think we all know that but without a tag partner now there is little if no point in you winning this title shot opportunity. When the time is right it will be yours but that time isn’t now.

Trevor pulls the blanket off the final easel to reveal a picture of himself

TS: The final guy in this three way is myself. I am the answer. When I win Danny McGraw can put me in any title match he feels fit to. I can compete against anyone in this company and take the fight to them. I am the one about to step up and start setting the world on fire. So this weekend ... this Diamond Jubilee weekend. I will be celebrating not just the Queens Diamond jubilee but also my ascension to greatness. My earning of a title shot.

TS: This weekend I will be hosting a celebration of the greatest British Wrestler in this business right now in my very own castle the 6WF ring here before you. I will start on my rise up above the low life that inhabits this company to join the ranks of the greats and be fighting for the honour and glory of all of the British subjects to prove that Britannia still rules. After this weekend if you hold a title in this organisation then watch out cos I could be coming for it.

Trevor goes to the corner of the ring and picks up his cricket bat before standing on the turnbuckle and waving to the booing crowd.

Cassius and Logan stare each other down, staring right through the line of security that separates them.

Cassius : You know Logan… with all that hate-filled anti-supporter sentiment, and the vitriolic good-guy bashing rhetoric, you really remind me of myself at the beginning of my 6WF career.

Cassius laughs then looks down to the floor, scuffing his feet.

Cassius : But what you need to realise Logan… is that sometimes… I really don’t like myself!

Cassius’ head bolts up and he dives at Kincade, through the line of security, attempting to land a punch. The Hardcore Title flies up into the air and lands unceremoniously back on the floor. Kincade laughs hysterically as Cassius misses and Security get a hold of the Hardcore Champion and pull him back. Cassius pushes a security guard away by the face and tells the others to back off. The security tentatively let go of a snarling Zhi, who mocks going for a Shockwave at one, making him flinch. All the while Kincade is laughing.

Cassius : What the hell are you laughing at Kincade? What’s the joke here?

I’ll tell you what the damn joke is… you professing to be a better wrestler than me! You foolishly promising to defeat me!

Cassius is seething as he starts to walk towards Kincade. The security walk backwards, always facing Cassius, keeping the two men separate. Kincade also backs away, beckoning Cassius on with arms stretched wide as they make their way in the direction of the arena.

Cassius : Your promises, Kincade, they are as worthless as that damn Hardcore Championship over there. And it’s a waste of your time attempting to achieve either of them! A waste of your time attempting to prove a well-known falsity – that YOU could ever beat ME! Like a scientist trying to turn lead into gold Logan! Because Logan… your theories are so sorely miscalculated; it won’t be me who brings shame upon the name of Zhi at Mayhem. My brother is a useless, mute embarrassment. My sister a treacherous, candy chasing whore. Any achievement I could ever muster would far surpass anything they are capable of, but to actually be one of the greatest 6WF Superstars of all time? I am the Golden Child Logan! The only one they should have kept rather than pay the extortionate levies for nurturing all three!

Cassius’ eyes narrow slyly as he points at Kincade, who is in wild eyed defiance

Cassius : It’s you Logan… you who will heap further shame upon your name… The Blue Dragon! Mayhem will be a compounding manifestation of the shame that forced your family to have already disowned you.
You are the Leaden Child! Worthless!
There was not even a tax burden attached to you as an excuse… so what the hell did you do wrong?
I’m guessing the product of an accident.
Or maybe an affair? Either way, an inconvenient consequence of a slut’s kicks!

Cassius eyes flare up, challenging a response from Logan

Cassius : WORTHLESS LOGAN!

Cassius laughs as Kincade begins to get even more snarly and ready for action

Cassius : You were unintended Kincade.
Like my Hardcore Title reign is. And just like my Hardcore Title, your life must be something that you feel resentfully compelled to cling onto. To defend the indefensible, and at least give it some semblance of value.

But now, just like then, you are worthless Kincade!
As worthless at the 6WF Hardcore Championship!
As worthless as your promises!

Sad but true by Metallica belts out around the arena as the arena is plunged into a blue light. Mcmanus steps out onto the stage wearing a pair of sunglasses , a new long sleeveless leather Jacket and his ring gear. He slowly walks to the ring mouthing the words 'The Championship is mine' several times into the camera. He rolls into the ring and is handed a microphone.

JM- So here Iam inside this arena before my European Heavyweight Championship at the end of a week where I have in my head been doubting myself, because I have seen your Twitters, your Facebooks, your Forum posts, all saying that I am not good enough to beat Clarke James for a third time in so many weeks. I have been doubting myself so much that I walked to my local church. I got down onto my knees and prayed

Mcmanus Drops to his Knees

JM- asking what do I have to do to be the best. A voice came back to me and it said 'Son you do not have to do anything, because you are the closest damn thing to perfection on that planet right now'

Mcmanus Jumps up to his feet

JM- So I will walk to this very ring Sunday night and once again I will make Clarke James tap out and cry like a baby once again.

Logan's smirk drops and his eyes already widened begin to twitch.

LK: You can throw all the family insults my way you like Zhi, hide behind your security, they aren't here to stop me, they are here to protect you!

I will end your reign Cassius mark my words I WILL END YOU!

Cassius bends down to pick up the hardcore title, as he does Logan dives at the security guards attempting to get at Zhi who again drops the title and rushes at the crowd of security holding Logan back.

The crowd are in shock at what Logan does next

Logan grabs one security guard and puts him in a headlock, he points at Cassius with a smile on his face then lifts the guard high up in the air and hits a vertical suplex onto the tarmac floor sending the crowd into a frenzy, some of them move away as the rest of the security guards dive on Logan and try to get him away but his size and strength hinders their efforts as he fights back with an insane grin on his face.

Cassius again dives into the crowd and lands a punch on Logan which causes the crowd to cheer but only enrages Logan as he lets out a primal roar and starts swinging punches at any security guard he is near, all of a sudden 5 more security guards come storming out of the arena and get between the two warriors.

They start to pull Logan away and into the arena as Cassius is released and brushes himself down and picks up his Hardcore title.

Logan is being dragged away and begins to shout at Cassius.

LK: YOU'RE GOING DOWN ZHI! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! I AM BETTER THAN YOU, MAYBE I WILL JUST GO SEE MISS JESSICA, SEE IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO REPRESENT A REAL HARDCORE WRESTLER...SEE THE ERROR OF HER WAYS WITH A PATHETIC LOSER LIKE YOU!

Cassius looks down at his feet and laughs, he let's out a deep breath then bolts past the security with ease and runs towards the group holding Logan, he jumps onto them causing them all to fall, as Logan is on the floor Cassius lands another big right hand, Logan rolls away and gets to his feet as the two men stop and stare at each other. Cassius is a picture of calm but Logan's eyes are bulging out his head and his teeth are gritted, he begins to chuckle but then lets out into hysterical laughter as he eyeballs Cassius he begins to walk into the arena all the while staring at Cassius, he gets to the door way and spreads his arms out wide beckoning Cassius to follow...

Chris Patricks is seen walking through the backstage area laughing and talking on his phone

Chris: I miss both of you too, so how is school going?........really an A that’s great sweetheart and what about your brother……he’ll be ok it’s gonna be tough on both of you, I’m sorry things are like this but it will get better I promise…….did he now……and how long was he there….he stayed over did he…..I know you like Uncle Max but don’t trust him sweetheart, he isn’t worth caring about, it’s his fault we are all in this mess but don’t worry Daddy will get all this sorted and we will all be together soon…..hello….hello…oh what do you want…..they are my god damn kids Joyce I have a right to talk to them…..you go ring whoever the f**k you like you can’t stop me from contacting them nobody can they are my flesh and blood and I have given everything for them and you but you have conveniently forgotten that haven’t you, you would be still working in that Diner if I hadn’t got with you and showed you the world you remember where the big house, the big car and all your nice stuff came from you ungrateful bitch, my blood sweat and tears built our family and hell if im gonna give all that up………Il look forward to hearing from you attorney….yeah the same to you………..

Chris picks up a bin and smashes it against the wall and starts to roar as Clarissa walks around the corner, she see’s Chris and starts to back track when he spots her

Chris: What no interview…you’re just like all the rest Clarissa, turning your back on me in my hour of need

Clarissa: Chris, nobody turned their back on you, you’re unwell you need help, you need to take some time off, relax get yourself sorted, go home see your kids, and sort things out with Joyc…

Chris: Look at you, the all seeing all knowing Clarissa, I didn’t realise getting f**ked by a few nobodies gives you some great insight on what others need, how about you keep your nose out of my business and concentrate on helping that loser of a boyfriend of yours to win some gold or does that only happen after they bang you and leave (Chris start to laugh), sure tappin that a$$ helped Greg no end didn’t it, he went from being on top of you to cheating his way to the top of the company, oh how that must have hurt seeing your former beau doing better without you than with

Clarissa starts to cry as Chris walks towards her and she pulls back from his advance

Chris: Don’t worry Clarissa I wouldn’t touch you with Max’s god only knows how many losers you’ve let violate you I might catch it, no get out of the way I have my public to address

Chris pushes past Clarissa leaving her crying and shivering

*Uryu is walking backstage as he spots Clarissa crying and runs over and hugs her*

Uryu: Hey, i'm here. who did this?

*She points around the corner and continues crying as he sighs*

Uryu: You go back to my locker room ok? you just calm down, cheer up by playing Croc ok? I'm gonna ka-splat the idiot who did this.

*Clarissa nods as Uryu wipes her tears away and kisses her cheek before scampering off as Uryu walks around the corner to see Chris Patricks in the distance as he yells, running up to him.*

Uryu: I bloody well knew it was you! What the hell is your problem with Clarissa?! Why do you take out your family issues on others who you damn well know do not know a thing about them! Before you go on a rant saying you lost everything and you whine about how unfair life is you better man up and take it on the chin or you better be ready to get a spanking like the little baby you are right now!

*Uryu catches up to him, going nose to nose*

Uryu: Also, you mention her past relationship and how it turned out, you forget I was there trying to keep my friend Gregers sane as well, I will admit I am partially responsible for that situation but I have paid my dues and here I stand, I was set on fire and forced into rehab because of it. What did you do when family buisness entered, you seemingly quit, got a bottle of white rum and smashed it over your own head! You are in no fit state to be here and if you insist on trying to damage other relationships here, I will stop you.

CP:

Chris takes a step back and sneers as he looks Uryu up and down

Chris: Oh what is this, has the little mouse finally grown a set of balls now that he finally has woman to tickle them, you know why I “picked” on Chlamydia because I could, because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, what did you expect me to say how very very sorry I was because you stormed up to me all chest puffed out and walking like you had a pole stick up you’re a$$, well welcome to the real world Uryu, it’s not all lovey and sweet it’s a horrible place with some nasty people, just like your friend Max, he has done to you what he did to me but you’re too blind to see, he dropped you like you were nothing, was he there when your “friend” Greg set you on fire…was he there when you were getting rehab, No I doubt it because he was never your friend Uryu like he was never mine

Uryu looks at Chris confused

Chris: You think about things and get back to me but in the mean time you and your bit of tail stay out of my way, while you’re fighting to be a two time mediocre Champion il be kicking Max from one end of the arena to the other and taking back my life so if you don’t want me to finish the job Gregers started and singe more than your eyebrows like I did to Mr Crowley go back and wipe the tears from Clarissa’s eyes and think about what I said

Cassius looks at the wall of security in front of him, and holds his hands up in surrender. He tells the chief that he’s going to go back and do some more autographs and turns his back. Suddenly Cassius spins back around and charges through the unprepared crew and towards Logan, easily outsprinting the security guards. Kincade stays put, looking crazed with his arms outstretched, as if bracing for the impact, but then turns and runs through the arena doors at the last moment, slamming them shut behind him. Cassius shoulder barges the door back open, but Logan is waiting to floor him with a punch. Cassius hits the deck and Logan cackles. By time Cassius gets to his feet, the security force have resumed position between the two men.

RJ : This is crazy – these two are going to kill each other before we even get to Mayhem!

MW : At least they are inside now. Those fans were getting a free show! McGraw will be mighty peed with that.

Cassius holds his jaw and seethes

Cassius : Where do you think you are going to run to Logan you son of a bitch?
You’ve stepped too far into the labyrinth now Logan, and by the time we’re through, you’re going to be done thinking I’m a shadow of my former self, and you’ll start to believe that I am your damn shadow!

A security guard puts a hand on Cassius’ shoulder which Cassius forcefully throws off, meeting the guard with a vicious glare.

Cassius : Because I’m warning you Kincade, once you’re in my sights I won’t even dare to blink until the mess I’ve made of you is too grotesque to stomach looking at any longer! But even then I’ll still be the last person in the whole arena to close my eyes Logan. The last person to enjoy watching you suffer! YOU WANT HARDCORE LOGAN?

YOU STILL WANT ME TO FOLLOW YOU KINCADE?

Cassius swings another wild arm at Kincade, over the heads of Security, but missing again. Logan bobs and weaves, looking like he’s enjoying himself. The two men begin to circle each other, with the guards maintaining their position between them the whole time, so now Cassius is the innermost of the building, with Logan near the entrance they just walked through.

Cassius : Well I don’t care what you want! Because you know what Logan… you want the 6WF Hardcore Championship, but you’re not going to get it… you want the victory of your career against The New World Super-Power, but you’re not going to get it… and you want some long awaited relevancy to make itself apparent from your up-to-now mixed-up, chaotic life…. But you’re not going to get that either! Not from me.
So why the hell should I give you anything else that you want? When your requests are just so unrealistic!

No Kincade… you can follow me. As you’re so desperate for all the things I already have!

Cassius walks towards Kincade, pushing into the security guards so he can get as close to face-to-face with his opponent as possible, sneering with contempt in the face of Kincade’s unrelenting hysterics.

Cassius : You can follow me, and you can begin to feel like the desperate whore that you accuse Miss Jessica of being Logan!
Because once I’ve beaten you at Mayhem Logan, you’re going to feel worthless, you’re going to feel used, you’re going to feel desperate, you’re really going to hurt … and the only thing you’re going to have to show for it, is a massive paycheck from your one night as the belle of the ball.
Your one opportunity against someone like me… your one opportunity to be something… your one opportunity that slipped away!

*Uryu does not budge an inch and stares at Chris*

Uryu: You think he never visited? You think people didn't care? Well you know what, he did visit me. As did Clarissa, RJ, MW, Jimmy the cameraman, about 3000 fans buried me with get well soon cards, even more left messages of hope, recovery and updates on everyone here. Even Miss Jessica as disgusted as she was to do it came to my hospital bed and passed on a message from Cassius Zhi telling me that he was next in line to kick my @$$! I took that as a compliment and I came back eighteen months ago. Was I scared to come back? a little but am I scared of a man who decides to take his frustrations out on innocent people? no, because the man I am looking at is a former shell of his once great self and has supported himself with being a gutless coward.

*Uryu starts to walk away, pauses and turns around*

Uryu: To think I once respected you...

CP:

Chris: I don’t need or want your repect, I have earned my respect all over the world, I have given up everything to be here and you have the nerve to call ME a coward, did I shy away when my Brother and Father died?, No I picked myself up and made them proud, did I shy away when Mr Crowley went after my family?, No I protected them and made sure that evil son of a bitch wouldn’t bother them ever again, did I hide when Hero stood in my way to be Undisputed Champion? No I beat a God and stood before all as Champion, did I back down when Greg kidnapped my wife, No I sacrificed all I had to get her back, and when I felt that I was cracking did I keep going til breaking point, No I gave up my career to seek help, so you do not have the right to call me a coward you jumped up little sh1t, nobody does I have been knocked down all my life and I have came back stronger everytime and now I see things clearly for the first time in my life and if you don’t like what I have become then honestly….I just don’t care

*Uryu nods and walks over, his voice calm and sincere*

Uryu: Chris, you overcame adversity and I respect that. I respect that you keep on coming back but I think this time you have come back too soon, I mean look at your recent actions. Arguing with and fighting the guy who has done nothing but try and help. Making interviewers cry and insulting them with no reason. That isn't the guy who pushed Chaos to the limit nearly a year ago and defied the odds. You changed because your wife left you, you can't see your kids and your life generally lucks. to quote De Stael "One must choose between suffering and boredom" you have chosen suffering for a long time and you refuse to be bored so you carved out a third option. You have chosen to displace your suffering onto others that do not deserve it and if you keep on doing it, I will throw it right back at you just to make you return to your senses!

*Uryu sighs and stares at Chris*

Uryu: "The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action." If you enjoy doing what you are doing, I must stop you sooner rather than later.

CP:

Logan snorts out his nose into the face of Cassius who turns away in disgust as Logan smirks and takes a step back from the security.

LK: You don't seem to grasp the bigger picture Cassius... I am in partnership with McGraw, I will get the opportunities, while you work for that bitch, I work with the boss, the man with the power...

... and I will have my title at Mayhem Zhi.

Logan begins to circle again as the security match him and stay between the two men.

Cassius looks unimpressed as he nears the doors he looks ready to leave as if uninterested.

LK: Running away already Zhi? Just as I thought, a shadow of the legend. You don't deserve any title other than Coward.

Cassius stops for a second and continues to walk.

LK: COWARD!

Security begin to hold Logan back as he tries to rile up Cassius.

COWARD!

Cassius stops again and turns to face Logan who smirks

COWARD!......COWARD!

RJ: Logan has snapped! Why would you taunt Cassius Zhi like this!?

MW: He is trying to get into his head, and it seems to be working.

Cassius takes a deep breath and looks at Logan before exploding and launching himself at Logan with a right hook, Logan sees is coming and ducks away then heads up a flight of stairs with security following, Cassius sprints up the stairs pushing past a couple of the guards when suddenly a shout is heard

Guard: LOOK OUT!

RJ: Logan No!

Logan is seen re-appearing around the the corner at top of the stairs with a large crate on wheels. He looks at Cassius for a split second before pushing it down at the group.

The crate smashes into the first few guards knocking them back onto the others as Cassius tries his best to avoid them but is clipped on the top of the head by the crate which throws him down to the floor in a daze. The crate smashes onto the floor as Logan looks down at Cassius with a huge smile across his face, Cassius tries to get up but he falls down again as we see more guards arrive.

RJ: OH MY GOD! WE NEED EMT'S DOWN THERE RIGHT AWAY

The guards try to help Cassius who starts to gain his composure, he stands up but staggers down to one knee. The Guards try to help him up but Cassius pushes them away as he turns to look up at Logan but he has disappeared, Zhi climbs the stairs to look for him but he is long gone.

RJ: Logan Kincade has lost the plot, I mean seriously lost the plot!

MW: He has finally showed everyone he means business, finally a Kincade I like.

The camera goes for a close in of Cassius' face showing fury in his eyes as the show goes to commercial.

The scene opens with the interview area for Mayhem, the crowd expectantly awaiting to be addressed by another 6WF superstar. The anticipation quickly turns to hostility as The Saint walks into shot, he stares out Michael Wire, who quickly scurries away as The Saint stares coldly into the camera. He removes his sunglasses and his eyes give away an air of contempt, an ominous contempt, which usually results in people getting hurt.

The crowd are booing furiously as The Saint stands, impervious to the grandiose abuse heading his way.

The Saint: As much as I outright despise the interface between myself and you mindless sycophants, in a sea of mindless overselling, unfounded claims of domination and the ludicrousness that is the 6WF roster, I felt it was only right that I instil an iota of sanity into this place.

It's no secret that I'm discontented with the conduct of my colleagues, with their attitudes, their bravado, their lies, their inferiority, their outright, blinding ignorance to the fact that they don't deserve to be here, let alone share my TV time or even lace up my damn boots!!

If there's one thing that makes my blood boil, it's the fact that those who can't even take me head on walk around these halls talking themselves up like they're some sort of world beater. It infuriates me. And it's a conglomeration of these factors that have burnt into me this new attitude that's made me so damn dangerous and left so many bodies lying in my wake.

You see, people walk these halls in FEAR of me. The Saint they formerly cast aside as a "past it has-been" has transformed into The Ultimate Weapon that nobody wants to touch. I stand opposite people in that ring these days and before the match even begins, I can see them asking themselves just what they've set themselves up for. My purpose in life, to put it simply, is to hurt people, to reduce them to dust. At first, I thought it was to be a morally rich man, who would stand for the virtues in this world, to combat evil, to make sure things were right, to achieve true sanctity of life....

But where did that get me exactly?! I became a damned laughing stock. People didn't fear me, they sympathised with just how The Saint had fallen from grace at such a high speed. I let my emotions seep out at every opportunity and as a result, the edge, it eroded so that every time I stepped into the ring, I was nothing but a blunt object that just didn't phase my opponents... At all.

And as a result, the fans, you pathetic leeches, started to lose interest like the fickle wretches that you really are. I had my damned car tampered with and crashed into a wall, and no one cared. Nobody was there for me!

And it was that, that moment, which planted the seeds that culminated into one final explosion. One evening, I was sat, at my lowest ebb, watching Cassius Zhi maraud around the locker room slowly losing his mind, doing exactly what I had, and it was like looking in a mirror. Like looking at myself. And I realised that to really assert myself, I had to close off, establish an air ominous destruction that would eventually catapult me back to the top of this company, and more importantly, re-establish myself as the domineering behemoth that I knew I can be!

And so it began, one phone call. One phone call that incarcerated Cassius and it felt good, oh so good! And what followed was a road of hurt, pain, punishment... A road laden with carnage that has seen me on the cusp of establishing myself as THE defining entity of my generation!

The two men that have always eclipsed me, the two men that have always been held in higher esteem, set to both fall at my hand! And the pay off, it'll be beautiful!

It all began with Cassius, confining him to the squalor of his own mind, then to James Eagle and Scorpion. The less said about the former, the better... Eagle was a massive disappointment and was easily disposed of but Scorpion, Scorpion bought a new challenge. The challenge of beating an illiterate, moronic fool over and over and over. A man who was not only ignorant, but was massively incompetent too, a man who bought into his own bullsh1t about having a destiny that bettered my legacy. And how easy it was to put his claim to rest, with beatings so bad that he seems to have bought into the straight edge lifestyle, because there's nowhere near enough substances in the world to suppress the disappointment of him blowing his big chance.

Then, came the big retaliation of Cassius Zhi. After my big reveal that it was me that had him cast away. He made it his mission to make me pay, to make me suffer. And then, what transpired was a vicious, three month war, which culminated in me nearly ripping out his damn throat, in his own match!

And now, the next victim... JJ Johnson.

A man who has been a perennial failure ever since he unmasked.

A man who is apparently a defining force in this company. Yet, for some reason, the aura has collapsed, the air of dominance has waned. He's a shadow of the man he was. And that, that has made things so much easier....

JJ Johnson at the moment is somewhat reminiscent of a man stranded in the desert, he doesn't know where to go, or what to do, yet he's running out of time because the vultures are lingering, waiting to pick him apart. He keeps leaving himself wide open to attack, and I keep obliging, because every week, the result is the same, JJ Johnson, lying at The Saint's feet, so much so that it's becoming boring.

JJ Johnson is like a family's lifelong dog, reaching the end of it's existance... People don't want to see it go, but it's for the best that it is put to sleep for good.

I don't do sentimentality, I'm more than happy to be the man that puts JJ Johnson down for good...

I'm accruing quite the list of victims currently, and JJ, you're going to be the crown jewel in my collection!

But alas, we don't collide one on one, instead we embroil ourselves in the breakdown of Max Adamson and Chris Patricks' relationship. But let me lay this out there from the offset, I don't care for your petulant arguments, or which one of you had the biggest member. It's all beneath me.

I'm in this match due to circumstance and circumstance alone, and I will win. Whether Chris Patrick's plays a part or not... You see Chris, this isn't the start of a profitable team for you and I. Because we're all going to be involved with the Time Attack match, and if it so transpired that you and I contested that match, then I'd happily end you, like I plan to do to Adamson, and more importantly, Johnson.

Because a new dawn is approaching 6WF, because when I step into that Time Attack match up, in a months time and mark my words I will, I will win the 6WF Championship, I will stand at the top of this company and I WILL confirm what I've known for so long:

That The Saint is by far and large the greatest wrestler to walk these halls.

The Ultimate Weapon, better and more dangerous than ever...

Tick tock, Johnson... Tick f*cking tock.

The Saint looks at the camera and in his eyes burn a steely, ominous determination. The crowd boo once more as The Saint puts his sunglasses back on and walks out of shot, leaving the Mayhem logo on show.

RJ: Wow. The Saint certainly does mean business, and nowadays, when he says he'll do something, he does it!

*Trevor Swann is parading around the ring, cricket bat in hand when the lights go out leaving the arena pitch black and a quiet murmur in the audience*

* The speaker system in the arena starts to crackle before a deep voice can be heard*

"At one time or another every man has the opportunity to make a difference, few men have the courage to grasp the opportunity, fight for change"

*Rev-O-Lu-Tion flashes up on the Titantron followed by the definition*

"an overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed.

Sociology . a radical and pervasive change in society and the social structure, especially one made suddenly and often accompanied by violence"


*The voice continues over the speakers*

"The time has come for change and one man will stand up and fight for it"

*The speakers start to crackle before once again the arena goes silent, darkness still all around. A long few seconds pass before orange pyros shoot into the air. "I fought the law" blares out and the classic video package of riots is shown on the Titantron.

*Nay bother steps out in casual clothes to large ovation from the fans. He is carrying a microphone and chair. Trevor Swann steps to the front to the front of the ring pointing his bat as Nay sets up the chair on the ramp and takes a seat*

Nay: For too long you the fans have had to put up with this company being McGraw's own personal playground, having him hand out title shots like sweeties to anyone who will do his bidding, Scorpion, Logan, and even last week McManus have all benefited without so much as breaking a sweat.

*The fans jeer at the mention of each of these names*

Nay: You see McGraw, until now the fans have not have had no option but to accept your behaviour, But now they have someone willing to fight for them, fight for the hard working wrestlers you spit on every time you use the titles as your own personal payment for favours.

That is why, come Mayhem I will become a number one contender for any title McGraw so wishes.

Now as for you Mr Swann, that was a rousing build up but you have a few things mixed up that I'm going to have to put you straight on.

I was a damn fine tag team wrestler, so fine in fact that both my partners got scared of my ability, and decided to stab me in the back. They piggybacked on my rise up through the ranks and then once they got where they needed to be, they did everything in there powers to try and put me down.

*Nay stand up and starts to pace back and forward

Logan stole my moment at Night of Glory by blind siding me, You or Hobo had better be willing to kill me, because its the only way I am leaving Mayhem without that title shot.

I warned you there was a revolution coming and it starts this Sunday night.

*Nay Throws the Mic to floor and starts to head backstage*

Chris’ demenre turns cold

Chris: Me pushing Chaos to his limit, I destroyed him just like I did Hero, Greg knew he could not beat me so he kidnapped my wife and spread his poison into whoever he had in the Board of Directors screwing me out of my Undisputed Title, tormenting me, using my family as a way to take me down and it worked but I have no family now, I have no weakness and that makes me the most dangerous man in the world, so you can take your whiter than white, holier than thou bullsh1t and save it for someone who gives a sh1t, I don’t need you to fix me Uryu and I don’t want to be your friend, I don’t like you and deep down you burn with jealously when you see what I have achieved here in such a little time, I am everything you wish you were but you and I both know that you can never be me nobody can, so toddle off no back to your lovely room and get on with your pathetic life that nobody cares about and stay out of my way

Chris turns to walk away slyly smiling to himself

*Uryu smiles a little*

Uryu: the idiot walks away and doesnt realise he poked a bear, Chris you will lose to Max in the end because he has friends and family. If you think you can beat me with your loner attitude then put up or shut up and lets face it, you miss having someone to care for and I don't count your imaginary d1ck!

*The setting is a comfortably furnished room in an unknown location.RJ is sat in one arm chair,facing another chair where JJ Johnson is sat.JJ looks focused and a little less than calm.He is dressed a white shirt and a pair of jeans,his father's chain visible on his chest.

RJ:Welcome to this 6WF.com exclusive where I have been joined by the former two time world champion,The Franchise Initiative,JJ Johnson.

*JJ just leans back in his chair and stares around the room before focusing back on RJ

RJ:JJ, you'll have to excuse me for being rather blunt and straight to the point but many people are saying that this sunday at Mayhem,your career is hanging in the balance...how do you respond to those sort of statements?

JJ:People are going to say what they think,i've got no problem with that RJ.I mean how can you debate with claims like that when right now the proof is in the pudding so to speak.

RJ:How do you mean?

JJ:Where am I right now RJ,I mean seriously when you take a look at the 6WF ladder,my a55 ain't exactly sitting on the high perch.I'm down here (points to the floor) and no matter what I do,I cannot drag myself any higher.

When you get to a situation like that,you have to stop and wonder whether anything ever gone get right.I'm watching people pass me by...i'm watching superstars who don't really belong on my level surpass me...that hurts RJ,it hurts because sooner or later I'm thinking that maybe reality might set it...maybe i'm gone wake up and some awful truth gone dawn on me.

Because a few losses and you can put it down to luck....add a few more on top o' that and you can say that you going through a rough patch....but when week after week,no matter how hard you working,yo a55 just can't get a break then maybe just maybe you need to step back and think about exactly what's going on.

A few years back I didn't have to deal with this kind o' situation,because JJ Johnson didn't have no "bad patch".JJ Johnson didn't go through phases of winning nothing...I was a born-winner,ain't nothing knocking me out o' my stride.All these cats around here,they wanted to be me,they wanted my success and heck I couldn't really blame them.

But now i'm looking at everybody else...i'm looking at the guys with the championship belts,i'm looking at the guys in the main event and heck i'm looking at the young blood coming through...and i'm thinking to myself,where in the hell am I going wrong?
I'm putting in the man hours,i'm training until I cannot train no mo'...I mean I am literally busting my a55 day in and day out,still bringing it like I always done,and where is getting me?...hell i'm spending mo' time on my back,staring up at the lights then a $5 street walker...now you wanna explain that to me?

*RJ looks lost for words

JJ:Exactly,you can't.....and I'll be damned if I can explain it.How do you explain something like that?...you can't make excuses,you can't pass it off or brush it under the carpet and hope it will go away.This be some serious (beep) and I gotta admit that I don't even know how i'm gone deal with it.

Because I feel good inside,I feel better than I ever have....but when I go out there in front o' my fans,I ain't vibing right....I ain't got that killer instinct and it's eating me up,it's really effecting my flow.

Because I feel like unless I break this habit soon,it's gone consume me...I feel like unless I cut through the cycle,get back on track,this ain't gone happen no mo'....this all just gone disappear...

RJ:So are you saying that if you don't win on sunday,then that is it for JJ Johnson?

JJ:I don't know what i'm saying RJ...but I feel like if i'm working harder than most and getting no results,then why exactly am I doing this.Because I can't even entertain my fans unless i'm whooping a55....if i'm not bringing grade A game to that ring each and every night then why keep doing it?

I've seen guys go on for years...well past their best,and it's a sad sight RJ,it's really not nice to watch...I don't wanna go down that route,I don't wanna be remembered fo' that sort o' thing...I want my legacy intact...I want people to remember exactly who I am...and not somebody that I became when I couldn't cut it no mo'...

And heck this ain't some farewell speech but I don't know if my sell by date has expired...I just ain't sure...right now I am feeling some very mixed emotions inside...i'm feeling like I can still do this,but in my mind I feel like maybe i'm just trying to fool myself...

I've done a lot in this business...and i'm sure when they release the DVD there will be plenty of content to look back on and enjoy....but I don't know how many more chapters I can add to this story...I really don't...

I don't want a weak ending...I don't wanna drag this out longer then it needs to...I don't wanna water it all down and disappoint everyone that has waited for the finale...when the end comes I want a big bang,I want everyone to remember what it was like to see JJ Johnson in all o' his glory...what it was like to see JJ Johnson bringing it like nobody else could....I want people to remember the Main Event Playa...I want them to look back on this ride and say "Yeah that was impressive...infact i don't think it could of gone any better".

I don't wanna ruin that...I don't wanna put a dampener on everything I have ever achieved and I don't want anything to get in the way of the bond I have build with my fans over the years...

Because every drop of blood,sweat and tears was for them...every championship I won was for them and every time I went to war I did it for the love of those who always supported me...and people can run me down,say that i sacrificed my own glory for the fans and the company...but I say that's what JJ Johnson is all about...

If that makes me weak then I would rather be weak than an arrogant s.o.b that turned his back....because without the fans,6WF wouldn't be here....and without 6WF,JJ Johnson wouldn't be here...

I would die for this company....and I would do anything for my fans....but I will not tarnish what we have built.I will not force them to sit through bitter disappointment and despair because throughout my career I have delivered the highest of the highs and if I cannot do that anymore then this cannot carry on.....failure for me is not an option,if I can't compete on the highest level then I don't wanna compete any more...that's not being arrogant,that's not being full o' myself,that is just being as brutally honest as I can be...

I don't wanna fade into obscurity...I don't want people to watch me decline to the point where i'm barely twitching the curtain in the opening bout or even warming up the crowds in the dark match...if JJ Johnson can no longer be up here (holds his hand above his head) then maybe it's about time my a55 cut loose...maybe it's about time I admitted a truth to myself that I didn't want to...

Because that's why Brandi left....she's seen me struggling and she can't watch no mo'.She could not witness my pain and suffering as I tried to convince myself that I was still the best,that I was still number one.

Because the truth is,I ain't been number one fo' a long damn time.I might tell you otherwise,my loyal fans might tell you otherwise,but you watch me in that ring and you tell me that's the same JJ Johnson that was going open season on any fool that stepped into my grill...you tell me that that is JJ Johnson 2008...JJ Johnson 2009....fact is i've lost my touch,i've lost my game...and if I can't find it,if I can't dig down and find what i've lost...this is it!

My body is wracked in pain...some mornings I don't know if I can get my a55 out o' bed because i'm feeling it...i've put my mind,body and soul through so much over the years,i've rode this vessel to it's maximum capacity and sooner or later something is gonna give...I know that,I don't like admitting it but in here (points to his heart) I know the truth of the situation...

RJ:So what does that mean for your match this sunday...you will of course team with Max Adamson to take on Chris Patricks,and your own rival and former best friend,The Saint...do you feel like you can compete to your maximum?

JJ:I don't know...I honestly don't.This is me on an honest day...because yesterday I would of told you "hell yeah i'm ready" but today,who the hell knows what sunday is gone bring.

I gotta admit that I am disappointed in the tag team stipulation..not because of the competitors involved but because I hate to let anyone down,I hate being the one who drops the ball.

I know Max has got some serious issues with Patricks,and who the hell can blame him,but I don't wanna be a guy that comes between that and messes it up.On sunday me and Max gotta work as a team and I don't wanna be the guy that fluffs his lines...cos then Max gone pay the price fo' that.

The fact is....I don't want the responsibility of having a say in somebody elses fate...because I can deal with letting myself down,I can just about deal with my own disappointment...but to be responsible for costing somebody else their opportunity...I don't know if I can handle much more of that...

Me and The Saint this is four years in the making...because before all this animosity grew between us over the last few weeks,there always been this underlying competitiveness and this desire to be the best....I always seen it as a friendly rivalry,but now I see it for what it really is....a battle for dominance!

And i'm cool with that....over the last few weeks there have been times where I hated The Saint....I felt betrayed and angry that he targetted me,that he chose to take me out in order to further himself...

But now,in a sick way,I take it as a compliment...to know that this near 300 pound wrecking machines sees me as his ticket back to the top...even through all of my personal struggles,Saint still sees me as his rival...the man that he needs to beat in order to gain the recognition he deserves...
That lights a fire inside...it may not burn bright,it may not even produce smoke but deep down it gives me a sense of purpose....and on sunday I get to find out exactly what that purpose may be..

Because maybe,and i'm speaking openly here...maybe it's my purpose to provide The Saint with his ticket to the top...maybe it's down to me to lay down and let The Saint take his rightful place at the top of the mountain...maybe sunday at Mayhem is the final stop for the Franchise Express...maybe The Saint is going to bring an end to my four year ride...maybe I am,just another victim...

But I hope,in the darkness of the night...when he's rubbing his nipples and calling himself the "Ultimate Weapon" that maybe,just maybe JJ Johnson has one more purpose...maybe JJ Johnson has one last stand...one last big performance...

Because I know Saint,I know him better than anyone else...he's one paranoid son of a b1tch and i'd like to think that somewhere inside his fragile little mind there lays dormant a trace of fear...knowing that all the victims he has amassed,all the pain and suffering he has caused...it could all be rendered meaningless on sunday...

Saint sees me for what I am,a wounded animal,caught in a beartrap,just waiting to be put out o' my misery....and he's the hunter,he's closing in and he's ready to finish off his prey...but BOOM!

*RJ jumps back in his chair

JJ:Watch out now,because there is nothing more dangerous in this world than a wounded animal with his back against the wall and this is one big a55 animal.....and The Saint knows that,he knows,whether he has the balls to aknowledge it or not,that if somehow,some way JJ Johnson finds top form on sunday night...he's in for the fight of his life...

Maybe this sunday marks the end...maybe they close the book on the final chapter of my career but if that is the case then get ready for a climax that nobody is ever going to forget...

I might not have a lot left inside...this tank may just be about empty,but I think that maybe there is just enough to build one final rally...maybe one last battle,a battle to end all battles this sunday at Mayhem..
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I'm not gonna promise...i'm not going to guarantee...I ain't even gone make a prediction...but know this,what you see of JJ Johnson this sunday at Mayhem will be everything I got...what ever I produce will be all i've got left..

Maybe it's gone be enough...maybe it won't be...but one way or another everyone gone get the answer they want this sunday...

It's time to find out if The Saint is destined for another rise to the top...and it's time to find out if the clock is about to chime on the end of my career...

Tick tock RJ....tick...tock!

*JJ looks slightly emotional as he gets to his feet and leaves the room.RJ throws some papers on the table and turns to the camera.

RJ:This has been a 6wf.com exclusive with me RJ and a very emotional and honest JJ Johnson,thankyou for tuning in.

With the atmosphere slowly dimming in the arena, a quiet rumbling sound starts to resonate through the rafters. The crowd all of a sudden awake from their thoughtless daydreaming to experience a truly intimidating event. The rumbling picks up, creating such an effect that the floor almost feels as though it is shaking. Fans throughout the stadium look onwards towards the entrance, many seen shivering with fear. The majority remain quiet; anticipating something huge.

But the rumbling dies down, it fades out, leaving the whole arena silent with the mixed feelings of both shock and confusion. A minute passes and the fans have gone back to their wishful daydreams. Everyone seems to have forgotten.

All of a sudden, a shining bolt of lightning flashes down the huge entrance screen, immediately re-focussing the attention of the fans. A number of chilling screams are heard around the arena.

Once more, a gap of silence is broken by a simple message, flashing high on the screen. The golden font of the word 'BEWARE' sends shockwaves throughout the building. The screen, after being locked on for half a dozen seconds, switches off, as the entire arena is drowned by an abyss of silence...

The arena screen fizzles into life, and the 6WF crowd are covered in darkness. The Consultant comes onto the screen, sitting at his desk, with Vortex standing behind him.

The Consultant: Good evening, and welcome to another opportunity to expand your minds, cleanse your thoughts and change your opinions. For most of you, the next 5 minutes will result in none of these things. You will show your opinions vocally without engaging your brain, and not stopping to think of the undeniable truth in front of you. The truth that Vortex will be the next 6WF Freeweight Champion.

The crowd boo at this and start charting Dragon's name. Then another section of the crowd start chanting Uryu's name, and both sides compete against the other. The Consultant hears the chants and smiles on screen.

The Consultant: Thank you for confirming my point. There only thing worse than a fool is a fool that is consistent. The great debate is not who will win, but the dilemma you people found yourself in just a moment ago. Who do you cheer?

The crowd continue to chant Dragon's and Uryu's name, and once again they try to outdo each other with the volume of the chants.

The Consultant: People, people...please. Let me help you. I am not a stupid man, and neither do I expect the unexpected. I am a calculated individual that assesses all the angles, occurrences and possibilities . I have not got to the height I have reached without planning. I planned on you booing my announcement. I planned on you competing for your fan favourites affections. And I planned on Uryu and Dragon coming to some sort of an agreement to double team Vortex at the PPV.

The crowd do a collective cheer.

The Consultant: You people are so easy to read. As are the two people whose name you cry with so much love. Remember this, and I hope Uryu and Dragon are listening, there can be only one winner. Make your little alliances by all means. Double team Vortex all you want. But the undeniable truth is, sooner or later, you will have to go against this unholy alliance.

The crowd are more quiet now, maybe as the realisation dawns on them that the two fan favourites will indeed have to come to blows at some point during the match.

The Consultant: At Mayhem, all bets are off. All partnerships are ended. All agreements are void. It is every man for himself and you will all have to make a decision about who you side with. And if you want my advice.....I would back the winner.

Vortex comes out from behind The Consultant and steps up to the screen. He growls and then hurls a fist at the camera. The arena screen is covered with interferance and then goes black.

Then, slowly, a familiar message appears on the screen

This was a public announcement, courtesy of The Consultancy

Hobo comes out to a semi loud pop, mic in hand. He stops to listen to the crowd.

H: Strange, usually my pops are bigger!

Hobo continues down and rolls in. He waits for the barely audible crowd to stop altogether.

H: Good Evening 6CWF!

10 people in the crowd: Ho-Bo x 5

H: That'll do and besides I am not out here for the raffeteers love, I am out here to address Mayhem. This weeks PPV is one of my personal highlights of the 6CWF calender. Fun fact raffeteers - I have never won at Mayhem. Never won at mayhem. Just like I have never won a grand slam, just like I have never won a Hall of Fame ring.

H: I have been talking about crusading against the morally corrupt recently. WEll let me spell something out to my oppponents. The Moral Crusader (tm) is going to right a wrong this very weekend. The Moral Crusader (tm) is going to take the morally reprehensible duo of Nay Bother and Trevor Swann, and drag them back into reality.

H: What reality am I referring to? This one! At the moment, they are going around talking of winning this, doing that but let me tell you that they are both living in cloud cuckoo land. No one is doing anything to yours truly. And I tell you why.

H: Because I have truth and morality on my side. I am not here to belittle people. in a cheap attempt for laughs.

"dont fear the reaper" plays out and Ho-Blow walks out onto to the ramp.

Ho-Blow: Did I hear Little people?

Diab-low runs out and whispers into Ho-Blows ear explaining before the two of them return backstage.

Hobo: As I said, no cheap laughs from me. Just good old Hobo branded wrestling. Good old fashioned winning streaks. Good old fashioned, taking out the trash. And looking at my opponents for this week, I had better tell the bin men, that they have a double collection.

Hobo:Raffateers - I bid you adieu.

Hobo drops the mic before rolling out of the ring and tagging hands all the way to the back.

(RJ is stood backstage with a microphone, he's stood next to a door with 'Crime Lord' printed on it. The door swings open, and Crime Lord steps out, world championship over one shoulder, cigar in mouth. He looks around and sees RJ, Crime Lord's eyes roll.)

RJ- Crime Lord, I was wondering if I could get a quick work?

CL- Been demoted RJ?

RJ- No! I'm just after an interview with 6WF's Undisputed World Champion.

CL- Shame, I'm sure 6WF viewers would have been delighted to no longer have to put up with your inane rubbish every week.

RJ- Right okay, I was wondering how you're feeling coming up to your big triple threat with the last two world champions; Chaos and Blue Dragon. The odds aren't in your favour are they?

CL- Of course they're in my favour. You've just said who I'm in a match with....Chaos and Blue Dragon. If I could hand pick opponents that would guarantee that I'd walk out world champion, they'd be right near the top of the list, possibly just after you yourself RJ. I have pinned Blue Dragon more times than I care to count, in fact I pinned him just two weeks ago. Chaos is no threat to me, he's no threat to anybody bar the women he stalks, kidnaps and generally irritates. I am at the very top of my game RJ, and when I'm feeling this good and am in this kind of form there isn't anybody who can stop me, never mind Blue Dragon and Chaos!

RJ- Are you sure you're not being too confident perhaps?

CL- There is no such thing as being too confident in my world RJ. I am the world's best. When I'm confident it's because I'm winning, it's because there isn't anybody better. Overconfidence for me is a myth. I can't be too confident! Blue Dragon is overconfident, he'll be being overconfident if he turns up on Sunday without a team of medics ready to carry him out. Chaos will be overconfident if he hasn't phoned his dentist and found out how much false teeth are, because I'm going to kick them out. I'm going to win this match, at the end of Mayhem I'll be holding the world title, that isn't overconfidence that's a goddamn fact RJ.

RJ- But in a triple threat match, you don't even have to be pinned to lose the title, does that thought not worry you?

CL- The only thing I'm worried about RJ is that I won't be able to decide which one of the chumps I'll pin. Triple threats are excellent RJ, I get the pick of the two to decide to humiliate by making them pin or submit. There will only be one winner on Sunday, me. The odds are completely in my favour because it's me. You could put me in the ring with two, three, four, five, six, seven other guys and I'll still win.

RJ- Well, if you do retain, that is what faces you at the next pay per view, the Time Attack match.

CL- I'm already looking forward to it because when I end that match STILL champion, I'll have legitimised myself as the very best. I'll have beaten every possible challenger in 6WF. RJ, you've got to understand something, I don't fear anybody in 6WF right now. I am in the form of my career, and that is something everybody else has to fear! I don't plan to ever lose this title and I ALWAYS gets what I want RJ.

RJ- You have a lot of history with Blue Dragon, do you think that could a play a part in your match?

CL- Of course it will RJ. The only positive things in Blue Dragon's repertoire are the things I taught him. Everything he can pull out of his sleeve I was doing years ago. He's nothing but a wannabe me. I know everything Blue Dragon can throw at me. On top of that, he's too easily swayed by his emotions and his desire to get "revenge" on me for abandoning him when he was only just starting to climb the ladder of 6WF, that desire will leave him to open to easy attacks, makes him easy to see through. Then we have the Logan Kincade situation, BD will be so upset that is poor little brother is so upset his eyes won't be on the prize.

RJ- Surely Chaos' eyes will be on the prize, after all you didn't actually beat him?

CL- It doesn't matter where Chaos' eyes are, I know I can beat him. Any man who has to hide behind bangs and creepy videos is no threat to me. Chaos' main threat is mind games and yet he's been totally absent in the build up to this match. He's afraid. Afraid of what I can do to him, how easily I could end his pathetic excuse of a career. Justifiably so.

RJ- What happens if you don't win, where next?

CL- I don't even have to consider that RJ. I am going to win. You just watch me.

(Crime Lord cockily grins and then strides off, adjusting the title as he goes and having another puff on his cigar.)

The titantron begins to play a video of a scorpion crawling in the desert as it attacks its prey "I wont do what you tell me" blast through the speakers. The scorpion can be seen wearing a SxE jacket and the X wrist bands.

The crowd boo as the scorpion makes his way down holding a microphone.
He begins to smirk as he gets into the ring He then begins to walk in circles before speaking.

S: At the PPV when I face Zane I will show you why i am the savoir to this company and to all of you. I will show you why you can be forgiven for putting poison through your blood.

S: I will help you become Pure again I will allow you to walk to light and join in the Straight Edge revolution....I am your leader , I am the man who will lead this revolution which will start on the 3rd of June.

S: The Straight Edge Revolution will begin when I defeat Zane and show him the light and the error of his ways...I will show you why that man is nothing but a liar who wishes to poison you.

S: This company will witness something never been witnessed before something bigger then Genesis , even bigger than than the pathetic religious COH!

Scorpion raises his arms and crosses them to make an X shape.

S: I will be your leader...your Fuhrer if you will.

S: The SxE Revolution is among us!

*Uryu is seen in his locker room getting ready when his mobile rings*

Uryu: Hello? oh hi baby! you got any news? They agreed with me? fantastic! So, next Lockdown I get the match. Alright, so...if I win tonight would my title be on the line?

*Silent pause for a few seconds as Uryu nods*

Uryu: Well if I win I would like to be seen as a fighting champion and I know its risky but I want to show them that I can do it. That I can be a champion the fans can be proud of. I know the guy doesn't deserve it if I win but for too long he has been running his mouth about how he is all this and all that, honestly I think he is sperm from the Fuhrers other ball. He needs to have some sense beaten into him!

RJ: Is he on about Scorpion?

*he smiles a little and nods*

Uryu: Yes Clarissa, especially after what he tried to do to. I am glad I had words with him and he knows that I am watching him closely.

RJ: Chris Patricks?

Uryu: I will do my best honey, you just sit back and watch as I attempt to win the title ok? alright, I love you. take care.

*Uryu hangs up and stares at the camera smiling*

Uryu: Yeah, you heard me, the match is confirmed and on the next Lockdown we get to go at it one more time. This time however we are going to have a blast because in my youth I was always getting thrown into these matches. They showed me what I needed to do to toughen up in this buisness and they showed me what I could do. After the war we had last time, this felt fitting.

RJ: Who is he on about?

*Uryu then goes into a drawer under the locker, pulling out a large briefcase and opening it up to reveal several weapons all neat and tidy*

Uryu: These were the toys I used. chains, lead pipes, brass knuckles. A brick, a cheese grater and then there was one more.

*Uryu closes the case and puts it back*

Uryu: A toy I liked so much I used it to great effect, you are gonna have to wait for them however as they are not here. Also, don't think I am going past my own match tonight because win or lose, I will do my absolute best to win. After all I only need...

Uryu + Crowd: ONE SPLIT SECOND!

Uryu: ...to win. I will also be watching your match as well, just to see what I have said has sunk in. Good luck.

*Uryu smiles as the camera fades to black*

RJ: Whoever Uryu has chosen has history with him, who do you think Michael?

MW: Well who hasn't he fought with is my question, it could be anybody from Logan Kincade all the way to Chaos!

RJ: Speaking of Chaos, our next PPV he has an opportunity at the world title if he can win his qualifying match in a few weeks, do you think this will distract him from tonight?

MW: Well he has faced both men before so I guess he has knowlege of their moves where as Uryu can pull out any suprises at any time. He is that quick. I also saw his face, he was looking forward to beating seven bells out of whoever hes picked, we haven't seen him like that since his war with Logan Kincade.

RJ: Alright we are hours away from Mayhem here and it is a stacked card!

The crowd erupt as Max Adamson is shown arriving just minutes before Mayhem begins! Clarissa approaches him as he enters the building from the car park, with his kit bag over his shoulder.

Clarissa: Max! We thought you weren't going to make it!

Max: What, and miss the opportunity to batter Chris Patricks senseless? Not a chance Clarissa. Now, Max Adamson had to take a few days off, reassess, make sure I was still doing this for the right reasons, kill some guys in Compton... Wait, that wasn't me... Either way, I went for some much needed time off. But i'm here, i'm ready for the most star studded non-main event since Hero won the Grand Slam while half the crowd were still finding their seats!

(Max puts down his bag)

Max: You've got The Saint, Grand Slam winner, bit of a knob but that's ok, because he's a good person deep down... I say good person, I mean even bigger knob deep down. Luckily JJ Johnson looks like he's getting back to his best, and I expect JJ to take care of his business like how Max Adamson will take care of his business. And then there's Chris Patricks... Paddy, you maintain i'm the one in the wrong, well I don't really care. It would be normal for me to come out here, run you down verbally, make jokes about your mock irish heritage and throw in a couple of "Baaahhhhston" impressions, but the time for jokes is over Paddy. You don't like me, I don't like you. Sure, there might be some stipulation regarding Time Attack, but while my overall aim remains to become the 6WF Undisputed Champion, I don't care about the stipulation. All I care about is knocking some sense into Christopher Patricks, and making him realise he isn't all he's cracked up to be.

(Max picks up his bag again)

Max: Mayhem is about to begin, in more ways than one. Get a good seat while you still can

(The capacity crowd is at fever pitch waiting for mayhem to start. When the titontron bursts into life)

?: Destiny is in mourning for my luck. Yet in the main event your true prophet takes back what has always rightfully been his.

(The mask of chaos appears on the screen)

C: Crime lord you have something of mine, today I take it back. My world title, my crowning glory, my right to reign over the parasites. A splinter is coming, without my title I can't hold it back much longer.

The True Champion shall return.

Tick

Tick

Boom!

(On boom the screen goes to static and chaos' manic laughter fills the arena)

Kurt Hernandez walks into the arena flanked by his training team. They walk down the corridor toward the training room were the trainers have set it out for Hernandez to start working straight away. There is a punchbag hanging from the ceiling with a picture of Quade White selloptaped to it. Hernandez' trainer turns to face the Mexican MMA star

T: Kurt, I'm not going to pretend like I'm not disappointed. You are 'The Worlds most Dangerous Man' yet this best of three series is going to a decider this evening

Kurt looks away from his trainer

T:LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!

Kurt looks back straight away

T: You have enough talent, enough raw power that you should have finished the job last week. But enough of the past, the future of this company begins now, tonight. I want you to go out there and put everybody in this pathetic company on stand by. You'll lock in that ankle lock, and you won't release it until you hear White's ankle break. After that everyone of these pathetic morons will soon know Kurt Hernandez means business and is not to be messed with

A sadistic smile breaks out on the face of Hernandez as he starts to unload on the punchbag, as the scene fades to black