Lockdown 14/4/2011

The reports and photographers are still on a buzz from Let It Rock and waiting with anticipation outside the main entrance to 6wF. Amongst them is Clarissa, stood chatting to a camera man. A small limo pulls up and the place lights up with the flash of cameras. Edan Ekram steps out and the flashing stop, no one hassling him as he storms past.

Clarissa: Edan, a word about-

Edan: No interviews tonight Clarissa.

Clarissa goes to put her hand on his shoulder but Edan pushes past and kicks the swinging doors open. Clarissa follows Edan with a brisk walk as Edan starts reading the name on each door before continuing to the next. He stops at the door that reads ‘GM’.

Edan: Open up! I want a word!

Edan is banging at the door but it seems no one is there. Clarissa and the 6wF camera man grab an arm each and stop him from carrying on.

Clarissa: What on earth are you playing at?!

Edan: Apologies for not being in the best mood. I can understand being left off the PPV card, after all, I’ve only been here a couple of weeks. But to come to the first show after it and still not have a match seems like they don’t want me here.

Clarissa: And you think knocking the door down will be the best thing to do?

Edan goes to speak, but his face changes to a puzzled look.

Edan: Yea-Well-No... I don’t know what to do. All I know is that even though I’ve got Next Gen to think about, I’m never going to get anywhere if I don’t make it on to the television shows and showing off what I can do. Now I don’t care who it’s against, or whether I have to take on one man or a whole group- All I want is a spot on the card.

Clarissa: Well I’m sure Mr McGraw will hear about your antics, but I can’t make any promises.

Edan sighs and turns around, heading towards the gym.

Cassius approaches the quiet arena, walking slowly, bare-chested with his sports bag over his shoulder, and a Singapore Cane sticking out of the top. He stops in his tracks as he sees Clarissa stood in the doorway waiting for post-Let it Rock interviews.

Cassius : Damn interfering woman, I thought she wouldn’t be here yet.

Cassius growls to himself

Cassius : I’m not giving her the satisfaction.

Cassius diverts his path and walks around the side of the building. He makes his way along the outside wall, seemingly counting the windows and he stops at one with steam coming out of it. He inhales the air around him and seems satisfied he has located the correct one. He drops his bag and takes out the Cane, and without a moments hesitation he violently smashes the window. A woman can be heard screaming inside.

Cassius vaults up into the small window and pushes his way through to the inside of the arena. He drops down inside, into a shower room, just as Miss Jessica is covering herself with a towel. The steam starts to turn red as Cassius is clearly bleeding quite badly on the torso from the broken shards of glass still in the window frame.

Miss Jessica : What the hell Cassy?

Cassius throws his bag across the room and slams the shower on with his fist.

Cassius : Not a word! I’m really not in the mood.

Miss Jessica takes a step towards him as he stands stoically under the shower, the blood running from him.

Miss Jessica : Seriously – you’re like, pouring with blood. Take it easy.

Cassius turns to face her viciously

Cassius : I SAID NOT A WORD!

He takes step towards her, now dripping with water and blood.

Cassius : And tell your boyfriend that if I hear one from him, he’ll look a hell of a lot worse than this.

Cassius turns back to the shower and just stands in its stream once again. Jessica tightens her towel and walks out to the locker room to leave him alone. She rolls her eyes and mutters to herself.

Miss Jessica : Well Thursday’s going to be fun…

She stops, looks back at Cassius statuesque under the water, with glass all around his feet and smiles manipulatively.

Miss Jessica : … in fact… Cassy in this mood might be the most fun like… ever!

The scene changes to the ring and the crowd eagerly anticipate the arrival of Dexter Morgan. The ring is decorated with banners, confetti and a huge cake is on a table in the middle which is iced as “Mr Fresher’s Ball – Who even dared to doubt me?” On the ramp there is a 20 piece orchestra set up, and they start to play “Dexter” by Rolfe Kent as Dexter Morgan appears from behind the curtain lapping up the cheers. He walks over to the orchestra and pretends to conduct, with a huge grin on his face. He then walks down to the ring with his orange briefcase getting into the ring and addressing the crowd.

D: “Wow, give it up for the orchestra ladies and gentleman!”

*crowd pop, orchestra all stand up and bow*

D: “Thank you to each and every one of you that came out today to witness what is a great moment in 6WF history. The celebration of Mr Fresher’s Ball, Dexter Morgan! The only man in history to successfully defend this (holds up briefcase), and against 4 other men too. I proved last night without a shadow of a doubt that I deserve this opportunity, and that I’m here to stay! Because the futures bright, the futures orange!”

MW: “Pretty sure that phrase is copyrighted RJ!”

RJ: “”

D: “But, if anything, last night wasn’t about proving I earnt this. It made me realise that I need to cash it in and prove I can take that next step up. And what I said last night was very true, every single champ needs to be watching their backs from here on in because I want a taste of the gold sooner rather than later. But which title should I go for? The Freeweight Title? The European Title? The Hardcore Title? It’s a tough choice to make. I need to assess my options over the next few weeks and start scouting my potential victims”

Dexter walks over to the cake and beams a huge smile.

D: “So who doubted me last night? Each and every one of my opponents did. But at the end of the night they proved once again that they just aren’t ready to step up their game. I understand why some of the guys have applied for Next Gen now, because they need to take their baby steps before they’re walking on their own. Me? I don’t have that problem. I’m just that damn good and I proved that by winning the Fresher’s Ball match twice in 4 months! Has any other man ever reproduced that feat? No”

Dexter walks over to the far end of the ring, staring at Michael Wire.

D: “Wire. You doubted me didn’t you? Thought I was a one hit wonder and that I wouldn’t achieve anything here. Well how wrong were you?! Admit it Wire, I want you to admit to every single fan here tonight how wrong you are”

Michael Wire stands up and responds to Dexter.

MW: “If you think I’m going to say anything positive about you, Morgan, you are seriously deluded. You must have a screw loose or something!”
Dexter takes in what he says, before picking up the cake in the middle of the ring. He carefully leaves the ring with the cake, before placing it down in front of Wire.

D: “Do you want some cake, Wire?”

Dexter then grabs Wire by the head, shoving his face into the cake prompting a huge pop from the crowd. Dexter stands there laughing as Wire storms off, his face and hair covered in frosting. He can be heard shouting “you’ll hear from my lawyer, Morgan!” as he walks up the ramp.

D: "Play him off, guys!"

The orchestra start playing "na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye" to the crowds delight. Dexter re-enters the ring and climbs the top rope with his briefcase holding it in the air.

The familiar red mist descends over the stage, starting to billow from behind the curtain. Perfect Jack stares up at the curtain and the crowd fall to an eerie silence which is broken by the sound of a generator firing up, which powers two big yellow spotlights that scan the crowd and the ramp, piercing the red fog. Again the arena falls muted as the stage is glowing with the red and yellow Chinese coloured haze, so much so that Jack is barely visible. Then the sound of children chanting starts faintly.

“Cassius gonna kill ya”
“Cassius gonna kill ya”
“Cassius gonna kill ya”
“CASSIUS GONNA…..

“They Say” finally rips out around the arena and the crowd jump to their feet eagerly anticipating a face off between the new and ex TAW World Heavyweight Champions. The yellow spotlights focus on several cheering fans as Cassius slowly walks out of the crimson cloud, with a microphone in hand. He stops atop the stage and stares coldly at Jack from a distance.

They stare at each other for a long period of time as the tension of the fans all around them starts to buzz, and two different chants start to circulate, one in favour of each man with the Perfect Jack chant evidently louder.

Cassius continues to eyeball Jack as he raises the mic. His tone is solemn, slow and methodical.

Cassius : You’re right Jack. You have taken down some bricks from The Great Wall, no easy feat, – and set up camp inside, with the treasure it holds within.

Cassius lowers the mic and stares evilly down the ramp

Cassius : But now Jack - I shall rebuild that wall around you. Make it bigger. Stronger. And ever greater. And you will not leave my vicinity with that stolen treasure… INSTEAD YOU SHALL PERISH IN THIS SARCOPHAGUS OF YOUR CREATION!

Cassius seethes with anguish as he raises his voice, then takes a moment to calm again.

Cassius : Those bricks you have taken Jack… they are not the first lain bricks of a new era you are building. It is merely vandalism of mine.

But vandalism can be repaired Jack.

What I will do to you cannot.

Cassius twitches his neck nervously. A maniacal rage swirling in his eyes.

Cassius : And my invoking of my statutory re-match is not the extension of the Perfect Era…

BUT THE PERFECT WAY FOR IT… AND MAYBE EVEN YOU… … TO DIE!

Cassius suddenly launches his microphone at Jack who just avoids it by ducking. Jack laughs at Zhi who shows no emotion. Slowly, the Chinaman raise his arms slowly, into a powerful stance, flexing all his muscles, and shouts off mic.

Cassius : TALK ALL YOU WANT JACK! MAKE THE MOST OF IT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!

Perfect Jack continues to laugh as Cassius is still seething with anger. Jack stares right at Cassius and looks down at the title. Jack raises the title and kisses it once more. He then smiles arrogantly at Cassius which makes him even more angrier.

PJ: This fine piece of treasure, this delicious piece of gold was not stolen Cassius, it was simply taken. I walked right past your wall and I beat you fair and square. This title will stay around the perfectly formed waist of mine for many moons to come and there isn't one damn thing you can do about it.

The crowd cheer Jack's name repeatedly but settle down when he resumes speaking.

PJ: Cassius, I've shown before that you can't break something that is so Perfect. Just ask Lex, he couldn't break me at Born In Fire and last night you couldn't either.

Face it Cassius, I am the new face of 6WF, the perfect face of 6WF, the TAW Champion of 6WF and there's not one thing anyone can do about it. Like I said in the weeks running up to the event Cassius, you can take that to the bank. Because I'm Perfect....and you're not.

Perfect Jack laughs once more as he raises the title above his head.

Cassius looks up at the TAW Title raised above Jack's head with a hint of regret visible. Regret that quickly gives way to aggression

Cassius : You know Jack. The past few months I've seen Perfect Execution think they can take away everything I hold dear in this company. And last night is the closest you have come to doing so!

But you shall never truly succeed!

Cassius shakes his head then looks up at the title.

RJ : What is he talking about? Jack won! Jack is Champion!

Cassius looks back down at Perfect Jack.

Cassius : Nothing is perfect, Jack. Nothing is absolute! And both you and Lex Hart need to realise, that you may be able to sleep with those treasures that you hold captive tonight. But in the morning, I WILL take back what is mine!

The sun has begun to set on both the "Perfect Era" and "Team Lexicca" already Jack. And when it rises again, it will be The New World Super-Power basking in its glow once more. With MY TAW World Heavyweight Title over my shoulder reflecting its golden rays - and MY manager back beside me - glowing with radiant success even brighter than ever before. EVEN BRIGHTER THAN SHE HAS EVER DARED TO IMAGINE JACK!

Cassius snarls in the face of Jack.

Cassius : This asset stripping conspiracy of Abe Abercorn will go on no longer Jack. And his cowardly secret mission to upstage me will be lifted from the shadows by that same light!

And you Jack - YOU WILL BURN IN IT!

RJ : What the hell? Has Cassius lost it? What is he talking about - some Abe Abercorn conspiracy? He's completely paranoid!

Perfect Jack laughs and smiles arrogantly at Cassius once more to his dismay.

PJ: Cassius you say your the new world super power, but super power's don't lose do they. You've lost everything, you've lost your manager and you've lost the title to me.

What you say now just reeks of desperation. The mindless ramblings of a man who is clutching at straws. Cassius Zhi, your time at the top as ended, I suggest you try and fight for your manager back. Because if you want my title back, you will need all the help you can get.

You're a bitter man Cassius, you've lost it all. Now you speak of some sort of conspiracy.

Cassius Zhi, this light you say that I will burn in? That won't happen. No light shines on me. I don't need a light. I am the light. When everyone looks at me all they can do is smile. Smile at the perfection they see before them. Cassius, I ooze ability, I ooze talent, I ooze good looks and most importantly Cassius Zhi, I ooze..PERFECTION.

Snake Eyes wrote:Longinus makes his way to the top of the ramp, the crowd mocking him as he goes, he shakes his head despondently, and sneers at a group of youths in the front row. As he gets to the top of the ramp, the lights in the Birmingham Bowl all go out, and the familiar electric blue spotlight appears on stage, silver sparkles fall from the rafters and the crowd are already cheering before “Good Life” hits and Snake Eyes pops up through the stage. He runs to both corners, nursing his ribs slightly as he poses for the crowds, before making his way to the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. He looks at Clarke James standing in the ring, before turning his attention to Longinus, who is only a few feet from him.

SE: Aren’t you the man who sells popcorn? No wait, its programmes isn’t it?

Longinus looks at Snake Eyes and smiles, as if urging him to continue.

SE: A smile, is that it? Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter, nerves on the big stage? Or do you need permission from someone above you in the Church to even speak?

Snake Eyes offers out the microphone, which Longinus is tempted to grab, he looks like he is moving for it, but turns to look at James over his shoulder, and stops.

SE: You take orders from him? A lackey’s lackey…talk about bottom of the food chain. You think you will learn something bowing, preying and taking orders from Clarke James?

Now run along, grab a pen and paper, and make some notes while the big boys hold stage.

Snake Eyes turns his attention to the ring where Clarke James is leaning over the nearest top rope.

SE: Before I start…I just want to check…you are Clarke James right? I mean I have not come out here and confronted the wrong member of the Church? You look confused, but in the months you have been here you and Marshall have been so joined at the hip, I honestly do not know which of you is which!

James looks unimpressed as the crowd cheer, and he shakes his head.

SE: People might be a bit surprised to see me out here after what happened at the weekend; after all, before tonight I have tried as hard as I can to avoid becoming entangled in the politics surrounding the Church, yet you James…you intrigue me. See, you are the one man who is a bit of an enigma to me in this match, my history with Crime Lord is well documented, and the only worry I have while the new kid is around is making sure I have locked the drinks cabinet. But you are someone I have never faced before, and…dare I say it, I am impressed by what you and Marshall have achieved.

The crowd boo this praise, and Clarke laps up the animosity.

SE: Like I was saying, I am impressed, but not because of the people you have beaten, or the way you have done it, but because you managed to make yourself a success while working with Hero. I was almost sucked into being in that position a couple of years back, the promise of shared knowledge and a wealth of experience…but what help has he actually given you? He expects you to be out there every week giving him backup as he goes after another title, yet when you had aspirations of your own, where was he to help you…surely a benevolent god aids those who follow him faithfully?

That’s the trouble you will have for as long as you remain a member of this so called Trinity…a lack of identity, even that tag title you hold is engraved with Church of Hero, rather then Clarke James, does that not bother you, knowing that the first 6 months of your career are doing the biding of someone else?

He might not say it, but seeing you and Marshall with gold around your waist will be eating Hero from the inside, he is a man driven primarily by jealousy. He will start becoming increasingly desperate to reassert himself with a world title, we saw it earlier with his little stopwatch trick, and video replays, he has tried that before with me, and all it shows is the desperation of you so called righteous leader. How can you blindly follow a man like that, when you clearly could be so much more standing alone!

Dr Shoe arrives at the arena looking tanned. Clarissa approaches him.

C: Where have you been? Other than your match at the PPV, we havent heard from you in over a week!

DrS: I was on Holiday with Mrs Shoe.

C: You have a wife? You told me I was the only one for you?

Drs: I dont have a wife - I was talking about my mother! Although, with the work I have given her, she looks young enough to be my wife!

C: So that explains where you have been but why no video link up or something?

DrS: I dont bring it via satellite - I bring it in person. And this week, the Colonel gets a taste of the Shoe.

C: The General...

DrS: I am facing the Colonel. And my performance is going to be finger lickin' good.

C: His name is General Sanchez.

DrS: Colonel Sanders has no chance against the Doc. He can take his secret blend of herbs and spices and shove them where the sun dont shine.

C: I really think that you are insane. Its General Sanchez

DrS: and as for River Acer, he has no chance either. He talks less that fernando with laryngitis.

C: Its Acer, Not River Ace

DrS: River Acer can stay in his limo as long as he likes. He hasnt been missed for one second.

C: Its Acer you fool. Its Acer and General Sanchez.

Dr Shoe approaches the cameraman and talks in close up into the camera.

DrS: Colonel Sanders - the only thing you will taking home this week is another loss. And a bargain bucket. And River Acer - your days of being important around here are long gone. Just like your chances of beating THE Shoe.

Dr Shoe storms off dramatically as Clarissa shakes her head in disbelief

A large door is shown opening on the tron.

Dr Shoe stands there grinning and welcomes in the cameraman.

DrS: Welcome to Dr Shoes surgery. Please come in.

The cameraman follows the doctor in who sits behind a large desk.

DrS: Its been a busy night for the Doc. I have had a abundance of visitors in the last 24 hours who all want to get some reconstructive advice. They have all been in here : Classyless Zhi, The Stain (turns to the cameraman and whispers - he was in for an augmentation down there), Babe Abercorn, who wanted a b00b reduction and Greggs the baker, who was having problems with his sausage roll.

DrS: This afternoon, I already have that schoolboy Prefect Jack lined up too.

DrS: But at the moment I have an open surgery for anyone to attend.

Dr Shoe presses a buzzer.

DrS: Who is first Stacey?.....Ahh....send in the Colonel - I've been expecting him.

comment by Stephen - 606v2 is the future (U14639820)
posted 20 Hours Ago
Sanchez wildly swings the door open, marching with authority towards Dr Shoe. He slams his hand on to the table;

DS: "So, how can I help you today Colonel?"

GS: "Shoe, who the hell do you think you are? You decide that you can go take a little vacation in the sun and forget all about 6WF. You then waltz back in here and start to bad mouth the entire roster. What makes you think that you are any better than me? Come on Shoe, man up and bad mouth me face to face.."


comment by Dr Shoe - 19 losses and 2 wins (U14752612)
posted 20 Hours Ago

DrS: Bad Mouth - on that I would agree. But with a little work, I can give you a smile George Clooney would approve of.

Sanchez looks unimpressed.

DrS: What you are forgetting, Colonel, is that I am Dr Shoe, and that my educated comments will always carry more weight than say, that huge gut of yours. Which I can help with by the way.

Sanchez begins to pace back and forth.

DrS: My comments are not insults, they are home truths. If you want an insult I will give you one. Military men shouldnt wear Khaki - you look like a simpleton in that colour of green.

GS : "Listen here Shoe, you can sit here in your big office and think you are the main man around these parts but everyone know you for what you truly are. You are a back street doctor that has made more botches than Kofi Kingston. The matter of the fact is that you have come into this Federation and have done nothing but hand out your cards and keep an illegal immigrant in the country. You can keep throwing these insults at me but at Lockdown I will prove all you can do is talk the talk when I beat you so bad. That smuggle little grin on your face will be wiped the hell off when I get you in that ring."

Sanchez turns round and walks out the room. He slams the door on his way out and Shoe continues to laugh to himself.