6WF Lockdown Results! 03/08/2012

The opening credits roll before the screen fads to black....the sound of the crowd can be heard before the screen flashes into life with the final moments of Against The Wall....

Ref: 1........................2.................................

RJ: SPLIT SECOND! SPLIT SECOND!

MW: URYU HAS SAVED THE MATCH AGAIN, HE HAS STOPPED ZHI FROM WINNING THE BELT!

Uryu hits the 450 splash just as the hand was about to come down for the 3 count. All 4 men are down in the ring, slowly Crime Lord rolls towards TGA.

RJ: NO WAY!

Crime Lord puts his arm over the prone body of TGA.

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! CRIME LORD RETAINS THE TITLE!

The screen again goes black but the crowd can still be heard. The cheers begin to turn to jeers...

RJ: Zhi has completely snapped here!

MW: Shut up RJ damn it, he might come after us next!

The screen flashes into life showing Uryu and Cassius brawling....

RJ: This one has exploded!

MW: We need security out here right now!

Uryu continues punching down on Cassius, who manages to roll him away. They leap to their feet and then start exchanging huge blows in the middle of the ring as security come sprinting down the ramp, they slide into the ring and drag each man back. Zhi manages to break free and leaps over the security holding Uryu back and starts punching down on his head.

Again Zhi is restrained and now Uryu breaks free from security, he runs in and hits a big headbutt on Zhi, then manages to throw a couple of extra punches at Cassius before once more security intervene. The crowd are chanting let them fight.

RJ: Thank god for security, it looks like they have the situation under...

The screen again fades to black....

RJ: What is she doing? Get out of there Clarissa!

MW: NO! NO! NO!

RJ: OH MY GOD! CASSIUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THAT’S A WOMAN!

MW: RJ, DID HE JUST DO THAT?

RJ: THIS IS SICK! SHE COULD BE BROKEN IN HALF DAMN IT!

MW: SHOCKWAVE OFF THE STAGE!

The screen returns to the action showing EMT’s attending to Clarissa. Uryu is shown looking up at Cassius who is stood staring; a maniacal grin etched across his face as the crowd erupt into boo’s. The camera zooms in on his face before fading to black.

A huge array of pyro goes off and the crowd erupts in the Birmingham Bowl as Lockdown goes on the air...
 
RJ: Ladies and Gentleman welcome to Lockdown! We are live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD and what a show we have in store for you. After the shocking events of Against The Wall, we’ll have all the fallout tonight...
 
MW: That’s right ‘Arj. At Against The Wall we saw the horrific actions of Cassius Zhi when he shockwaved Clarissa from the stage. Tonight he’ll come face to face with who he would call the catalyst for his actions in Uryu Ishida in our 6 Man Main Event.
 
RJ: That’s right, not only that, but how will TGA feel after Crime Lord somehow walked out of Against The Wall with his title? And JJ Johnson and The Saint will again cross paths. How will JJ feel about The Saint walking out of their match last Sunday when he address the man who has made cause JJ Johnson misery his main focus of late!
 
MW: It’s all set up to be a huge night of action here on Lockdown. We also have the first of qualifiers in the first ever Hardcore Hell tournament and Vortex puts his Freewieght Title on the line against everyones favourite dope, Rasta!
 
The camera pans around the arena to show the fans and signs in the crowd...
 
RASTA FOR FREEWEIGHT CHAMP!
WE LOVE YOU RASTA!
SCORPION SUCKS.......FUTURE AND EVERS!
URYU GONNA KILL YOU CASSIUS!
HEY SHUT UP, THAT’S MY SIGN!
NO YOU SHUT UP!
CASSIUS GONNA KILL YOU!
YEAH? WELL I’M GONNA KILL YOU!
SECURITY!!
KEITH LEONE HAS AIDDS! THE EXTRA D IS FOR DEATH!

The camera pan backstage where Danny McGraw is stood by with security, he grins as Blue Dragon approaches the doors...
 
DM: Security, make sure this man is kept away from both Logan Kincade and Nay Bother at all times.
 
Blue Dragon stops in shock, he stares at McGraw...
 
BD: What the hell is your problem, McGraw?
 
DM: My problem? My problem is that I am trying to run a successful business here yet you seem to want to take your vendetta against Logan out on anyone within a chair shot of your anger. You’ve known for weeks that Nay Bother has been suffering with head trauma and yet there you were on Sunday, swinging for his temple without a care or concern for his health and god damn it, Blue I will not stand by and watch while you injure helpless members of my roster, it’s bad enough I’ve got a member of staff in the hospital.
 
Blue Dragon stares through McGraw who looks on with a grin...
 
BD: You’re a sick man, McGraw. You know full well I didn’t mean to hit Nay.
 
DM: I’m afraid I can’t take the risk. Security, escort this man to his locker room.
 
Blue Dragon walks off with security as The Consultant walks into shot with a man, dressed sharply in a designer suit...
 
DM: Ahh, there you are. We need to sort this issue with Clarissa out. I’m fully expecting the board to jump all over this......and who might you be?
 
McGraw looks at the man as The Consultant steps forward...
 
TC: This is Stuart Sparkes, he’s the editor of WrestleSlam! magazine. They wanted to come down and do a piece on you...
 
SS: It’s my pleasure to meet you Mr McGraw...
 
Sparkes holds out his hand and McGraw accepts the gesture...
 
SS: We at WrestleSlam! magazine have been full of praise for the way 6WF has been grabbing headlines with it’s innovative programming of late. We wanted to come down here and get the full story of the man behind it all.
 
McGraw smiles ...
 
DM: Well, finally! It’s about time I got some recognition! I’ve gotta say, you’ve picked a hell of a day to come down here. Needless to say the heat is on at the moment after Sunday.
 
SS: Yeah so I hear, but still, a fantastic show by all accounts?
 
DM: Well, it’s what we do, and hell, minor incidents like the one at the end can only be good for the ratings! Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable. How long are you here for?
 
SS: Well, we want to give our readers the full picture of how you turned 6WF on its head. How the demise of 6CW pushed you on to achieve better things and what you plan on doing next to revolutionise the business? A month maybe?
 
DM: Sounds good to me. Lets get you a drink.
 
McGraw walks off with Sparkes and The Consultant as we head back to ringside.

MW: Folks, it’s time for our first match of the night, and we have something which will probably resemble a fight more than a wrestling match.

RJ: You’re right there Mike, a Hardcore match between the relative new-blood of the company, Gary Traitorelli and the former two time Hardcore Champion himself Hobo.

MW: I know that Hobo has the edge in experience in these matches, but he’s an old man now, Traitorelli is the future and he’ll show it tonight when he kicks the hell out of that tramp.

“Don’t Fear the Reaper” plays out as the fans cheer loudly for the arrival of Hobo. Hobo then comes out onto the stage, a trash can in hand full of weapons before raising his arms to the crowd and firing them up. Hobo slowly walks down to the ring, tagging fans hands, before throwing the trash can over the top rope, scattering most of the weapons around the ring, and then getting into the ring and waiting for the arrival of his opponent.

“BeaT” then plays out as the fans descend into deafening boos for Gary Traitorelli. Traitorelli comes onto the stage and sneers at the fans, who continue to show their displeasure as he walks down to the ringside area. Traitorelli goes to get into the ring, but Hobo goes towards him with the trash can, and Traitorelli refuses to enter until the referee restrains Hobo. Traitorelli finally gets into the ring, before posing on the top turnbuckle and flicks his hand in front of his face to the fans, before jumping down and staring at Hobo.

RJ: Boy there is some tension here tonight, Hobo has a point to prove, and you have a feeling Traitorelli may be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The referee calls for the bell and instantly Hobo charges at Traitorelli and forces him back into the corner. Hobo starts unloading with rights and lefts as Traitorelli is caught by surprise, before he delivers a hard knee and manages to push Hobo away. As Traitorelli goes to attack Hobo though, Hobo backdrops Traitorelli straight over his head and Traitorelli lands hard on the mat. Hobo then again falls on top of Traitorelli and starts to unlead with hard punches to the head and midriff, which gradually wears down Traitorelli, before Hobo gets to his feet and begins to stomp on him as well. Finally Hobo leaves Traitorelli and waits for him to get to his feet, before charging at him and hitting a short-arm clothesline, sending Traitorelli back down to the mat, before Hobo then runs across the ring and on his return hits a leg drop across the neck and chest of Traitorelli. Hobo shouts out to the fans who voice back their approval, before he picks up Traitorelli and whips him into the corner. Hobo follows up with a series of hard chops to the chest of Traitorelli, before lifting Traitorelli off his feet as he leaves the corner and hits a body slam. Hobo then walks across the ring and picks up a Singapore cane from the trash can, before going back over to Traitorelli and beginning to smash the cane across his back. Traitorelli cries out with pain and tries to crawl away but Hobo continues with the onslaught until Traitorelli is able to climb to his feet using the ring ropes. Hobo then smashes the cane across the mid section of Traitorelli, before putting the cane around the throat of Traitorelli and falling backwards to hit a Russian leg sweep. Hobo into the cover.

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Kick out

Traitorelli kicks out and Hobo slams the mat in frustration, before picking up the Singapore cane again, and slamming it across the gut of Traitorelli, who rolls away in pain to the ropes. Traitorelli then slowly starts to pull himself to his feet using the ropes and Hobo measures him before charging at him. Traitorelli is able to low bridge Hobo though, sending him tumbling to the outside, and giving Traitorelli some breathing time. As Hobo begins to get to his feet on the outside, Traitorelli grabs a hold of the top rope and then flings himself over the top rope to take down Hobo again, leaving both men prone on the floor on the outside. Traitorelli then starts to attack Hobo with some punches of his own, before raking the eyes of Hobo for good measure, before he gets to the feet and taunts the fans in the front row. Traitorelli then kicks around Hobo, toying with him, before picking him up and then throwing him shoulder and head first into the ringside barricade, bringing out a cry of pain from Hobo. Traitorelli then measures up Hobo himself, before running in toward him and crushing Hobo’s head against the ringside barricade with his shin and knee. Traitorelli then trash talks Hobo, before lifting him up and dropping him down to the ground hard with a suplex. Traitorelli then drops an elbow to the chest of Hobo, before again taunting him as he writhes in pain on the floor. Traitorelli finally picks up Hobo, lifts him by his waist before hitting a sidewalk slam and going for the pin.

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Kick out.

Traitorelli looks at the referee in contempt, before picking up Hobo and once again whipping him into the barrier, rib first this time. Traitorelli then charges Hobo, but Hobo is able to sidestep, and Traitorelli goes crashing into the ring barrier. Hobo takes a breath to compose himself, before walking over to Traitorelli, lift him into the air and a body slam position, before dropping him chest first across the barrier. Hobo then stomps on Traitorelli in the corner for a few moments, before lifting him up, pulling him to the entrance ramp, then hitting a belly to belly suplex onto the steel ramp. Traitorelli shouts out in pain and sits up as Hobo laughs, before running in and hitting a boot to the head of Traitorelli, who’s head then bounces back off of the steel. Hobo then fires up the crowd some more, before looking down at the fallen body of Traitorelli, before picking him up, positioning him between his legs, then pulls back to hit a piledriver, driving Traitorelli’s head into the steel. Hobo then signals that the assault is not over as he goes back to the ring, then proceeds to pull out a chair from under the ring and he goes over to Traitorelli and waits for him to get back up. As Traitorelli then turns to face Hobo, Hobo smashes the chair across the head of Traitorelli, leaving him prone on the entrance ramp. Hobo into the cover.

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Kick out.

MW: He’s unstoppable, Traitorelli can take everything you throw at him and he will still never die!

RJ: I have to admit Mike, even I am shocked by that.

Hobo looks at the referee in disbelief as the referee signals two. A noticeable bruise has formed over the right eye of Traitorelli, and he now is unable to see out of that eye. As he starts to move on the floor. Hobo continues to argue with the referee, before he turns back to Traitorelli, who hits a low blow to Hobo. Traitorelli then grabs a hold of the chair and uses it to help him get up, before he walks over to Hobo and then drives the chair edge first into the ribs and back of Hobo, before then smashing it across the back of Hobo a couple of times. Traitorelli then lifts up Hobo, before hitting a couple of right hands, then shoving Hobo spine first into the ring apron. Traitorelli then pulls back Hobo, before hitting a hard uppercut, which floors Hobo. Traitorelli knee drops Hobo a couple of times, before rolling him back into the ring, and then gets in himself, bringing the chair with him. Hobo starts to get to his feet, but Traitorelli runs across and hits a running knee lift to the head of Hobo, who is sent crashing down to the floor. Traitorelli then goes over to the turnbuckles and exposes the top turnbuckle, before walking back to Hobo. Traitorelli then brings Hobo over to the turnbuckle and repeatedly bounces his head off of the turnbuckles, until a large cut forms on the forehead of Hobo, and blood is trickling down his face. Traitorelli then pulls Hobo away, before hitting a DDT to Hobo on the steel chair. Traitorelli into the cover.

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Kick out.

Traitorelli screams out in anguish at the referee, before pushing him into the corner trying to intimidate him. Traitorelli then turns back to Hobo, before picking up the trash can and going to smash it onto Hobo. Hobo though is able to move out of the way. Traitorelli then goes to pick up the trash can again, but Hobo kicks him in the side of the head from the floor, sending Traitorelli to one knee. Hobo then gets to his feet and lifts up the trash can, before smashing it over the head of Traitorelli, who falls into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle pad. Hobo then steps back to the opposite corner, before running in and hitting the Bum Rush to Traitorelli, forcing him chest first into the exposed turnbuckle, which leaves Traitorelli in pain on the floor. Hobo then signals that the match is about to end, before lifting up Traitorelli and setting him for the Hobo Cuddle. Suddenly the crowd descend into boos as Trevor Swann runs down to the ring, armed with a cricket bat. Swann gets in behind Hobo, before smashing the cricket bat off the back of Hobo’s head, knocking him to the floor. Swann then makes a few mock cricket shots with the bat, before rolling out of the ring and taunting Hobo as he leaves up the ramp. Traitorelli slowly gets to his feet before snarling at Hobo, lifting him to his feet, then lifting him into the air, then spinning him around to hit a Powerbomb onto the trash can. Traitorelli goes into the cover.

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3!!!

MW: Yes! I told you Traitorelli is the future of this company, and he has kicked the holy hell out of Hobo here, look at what he’s done to that has-been.

RJ: You know as well as I do Hobo had this one, if it wasn’t for Swann’s interference, the match would have had a very different finish.

MW: Whatever RJ, all that matters is the result of the match, and looks who’s standing tall at the end of this one.

“BeaT” plays out as the referee raises Gary Traitorelli’s hand, who quickly pulls his arm away and glares at the referee, before he parades around the ring with his arms raised. Traitorelli then rolls out of the ring and begins to skulk back up the ramp, while Hobo is left in a bloodied mess on the mat, atop the crumpled trash can.

Rasta is shown stumbling out of the backstage cupboard to a loud pop from the crowd. He staggers down the corridor, stopping to stretch against a wall. He looks up as Scorpion walks up to him...

Scorpion: Wow. The biggest match in your pathetic career and you don’t even have the decency to turn up in any sort of state. You make me sick. Parasites like you are why I live my straight edge lifestyle. To make sure people see me for the talent I am...

Rasta: Yeah mon, I iz takin diz well serious ya know? I been up all ni’ studyin’ tapes o’ the man Vortex. Rasta know whats he gots to do, feel the rythm, feel the vibe....here we go...

Crowd: IT’S RASTA TIME!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Scorpion shoves Rasta into the wall, eyeballing him....

Scorpion: Listen to me, if....and I mean IF you somehow fluke your way through this, know that I will be waiting. I’ll tear you apart and take that title for my own, do you understand me....

Rasta smiles much to the annoyance of Scorpion…he moves closer to Rasta who points to the side. Scorpion turns round to see Assassin stood there to a pop from the crowd, he doesn’t remove his hood, he stands there and pushes his arm between Scorpion and Rasta. Scorpion backs off up the corridor...

Scorpion: Good luck, Rasta. You’re gonna need it.

James McManus is shown in his locker room with Jenny to a mixed reaction from the crowd...

Jenny: How are you feeling, James?

JM: I’m ok. I can’t believe I let him cheap shot me again. He’s gonna pay tonight. I’m gonna show him why the future of this business made a mockery of the so called ‘greatest cruiserweight ever’ and take my place inside that Hardcore Hell tournament.

Jenny looks concerned...

Jenny: Just be careful, James. You know what he is capable of. He’ll want revenge for Sunday and after he attacked you I can see him going further and further to get the better of you.

JM: It’s fine. I proved to him that I’m not scared of him. If this is how he wants to play it then let him, cause James McManus will be the one standing tall at the end of it. And I’ll be bringing that Hardcore Title home.

Jenny smiles as James begins to lace his boots.

RJ: Here's our second match of the evening with Scorpion narrowly missing out on the Freeweight Title last week against Vortex at Against The Wall his opponent tonight will be another newcomer, Assassin.

MW: And don't forget RJ, Scorpion tried to take out Rasta.

RJ: Indeed he did, as we saw earlier, something his opponent tonight wasn’t too happy about!

The lights in the arena fade and are replaced by the image of a Scorpion scuttling across the desert on the big screen. The Scorpion spots his next victim and as the Scorpion's tail viciously strikes its prey "I Wont Do What You tell Me" blasts out of the sound system and the arena is bathed in golden colours. Scorpion appears on the stage as he rides his bike through a golden curtain pyro falling from the screen, and swirling sand that is blasted from the sides of the ramp, Scorpion gets of his bike and rolls under the bottom rope and waits for his opponent.

RJ: Yes he did and am sure Rasta will get his revenge on Scorpion.

MW: Oh come on Rasta's a washed up has been.

The crowds boo's turn into cheers when 300 Violin Orchestra by Jorge Quintero The arena darkens except a light that shines all the way down the ramp. Assassin slowly walks out in a hooded outfit, with the hood up hiding his face. He slowly walks down towards the ring, and slides in. Once inside, he removes his hood and stares around the arena.

The crowd are on the feet chanting Assassin's name as the referee checks both men over.

RJ: Am gonna go with Assassin he looks like the man that will continue Scorpion's losing streak.

MW: Your wrong there RJ, Scorpy baby is gonna win here tonight live on Lockdown.

RJ: There you go again with Scorpy baby am sure you fancy him Michael?

MW: Hey less of that, we’re just good friends.

The referee signals the start of the match.


Ding, Ding, Ding.

The two men circle the ring then lock up Scorpion using his strength backs Assassin to the corner of the ring and then drives a knee to the gut of Assassin pushes him back up and drives an four arm to the face of Assassin and throw's him to the mat the crowd boo's loudly as Scorpion holds his arm in the air.

RJ: Scorpion gains the early control of the match.

MW: Told you Scorpy baby is gonna win this one, and don't you say a word RJ.

Assassin is just getting to his hands and knees and Scorpion runs at him and kicks him in the stomach drives on elbow to the back of the head and then rolls him over and goes for the cover.

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2..............Kick out.

RJ: Assassin gets the shoulder up.

MW: Just a matter of time for Scorpion to get the win now.

The crowd cheers as Assassin gets the shoulder up Scorpion lifts Assassin up Irish whips him to the ropes goes for a clothesline the crowd cheers as Assassin ducks the clothesline bounces of the ropes and hits Scorpion with a clothesline of his own Assassin then urges for Scorpion to get to his feet creeps up behind him and hits a Spinning neck breaker and then goes for the cover.


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2............Kick out.


RJ: Oh so close for Assassin.

MW: You really think a swinging neck breaker is gonna win you the match?

RJ: No but that might what a move.

The crowd boo as Scorpion gets the shoulder up Assassin then climbs the top turn buckle waits for Scorpion to get to his feet and fly's in the air and hits a Hurricanrana and then smacks Scorpion with a kick to the face and Assassin goes for the cover.




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2.............. kick out.



RJ: What a move set there from Assassin.

MW: Scorpion's eyes must be glazed over.

The crowd boo loudly as Scorpion gets the shoulder up Assassin then climbs the top turn buckle again waits for Scorpion to get to his feet and goes for a cross body.

RJ: Oh my god Assassin must be broken in two.

MW: Yes great move there by Scorpion, But both men are down.

The replay shows Assassin fly through the air but Scorpion some how catching Assassin with the Arizona bark (spear) the crowd cheer for Assassin as Scorpion slowly drapes one arm over Assassin's chest.



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2...................Kick out.


RJ: My god how in the hell did Assassin kick out, Those few moments must have saved Assassin if Scorpion had gone straight for the pin it would have all been over.

MW: That should have been it RJ, These two men giving it all for these fans.

The crowd start the this is Awesome chant as Scorpion stares in disbelieve that Assassin kick out Scorpion then stands to his feet and and puts Assassins head inbetween his legs rolls him up and goes for the power bomb but the crowd cheers as Assassin then starts to swing hard right hands to the head of Scorpion he drops Assassin to the mat Assassin jumps up and kicks Scorpion to the side of the head and goes for the cover.



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RJ: Yes he's done, it, What a match.

MW: No Scorpion got his foot on the ropes.

RJ: God damn it, No way did Scorpion do that.

The crowd boo's loudly as Scorpion gets his foot on the rope just as the referee is coming down for the three count Assassin then urges for Scorpion to get to his feet and hits the Olympic Slam (Angle Slam) as the crowd cheers loudly.



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3!

RJ: What the hell?

MW: What a match Scorpion kicked out, Oh no not again.

Scorpion kicks out of the Olympic Slam but Assassin then jumps up waits for Scorpion to get to his feet and then hits another Olympic Slam and goes for another cover.



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3!!!!!!



Ding, Ding, Ding.


RJ: Assassin wins, Assassin win! Ladies and Gentleman as you can hear from Michael Wires lack of comment he is total shock at what has happened here tonight, We’ll be right back with more great action after these messages!

Nay Bother is shown backstage heading towards Blue Dragon’s locker room when Logan Kincade appears....

LK: Oh, isn’t that cute, Nay going to check on his precious little buddy...

NB: What’s your problem now, Logan?

LK: I don’t have one, it’s you that will have eventually. When are you going to wake up, Nay? When are you going to realise that Blue has been and always will be a selfish, self centred son of a bitch? He’s not interested in your friendship, he’s only interested in protecting what he thinks he can win...

Logan holds up the Hardcore Title and grins at Nay...

NB: And I spose your input is based on your overwhelming concern for my well being, huh? Has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you and Blue have history and I also want that title?

LK: Not at all, see, I couldn’t care less for either of you really. But I know Blue, I know what he’s capable of, remember, this is the man that lied to me all those years about who he really was, took an identity from me, ostracised me from my family, and you think he misplaced chair shot wasn’t deliberate? Think about it Nay, with you out of the picture he gets to come at me all by himself...

Logan winks at Nay...

LK: I’ll see you in the ring, friend.

Logan walks off down the corridor smirking. Nay turns round to head towards Blue Dragon’s locker but stops in his tracks before turning and heading back down the hall.

The crowd are on their feet in anticipation as the ring announcer takes the microphone...
 
RA: Ladies and Gentleman, it is my pleasure to introduce the Franchise Initiative, Mr 6WF...... JJ............Johnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssssoooooooooonnnnnnnn!!!!
 
Crowd: YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
 
‘Remember The Name’ by Fort Minor rips through the speakers and the crowd rise to their feet as JJ Johnson walks out on stage dressed in jeans and a white vest and his trademark hoodie over his shoulder. He looks out into the crowd before running across the ramp stopping to give the coalition salute to the fans....
 
RJ: What an ovation. Just listen to this crowd, Mike. They are on their feet for their hero!
 
MW: This is deafening, ‘Arj! Mr 6WF is back and these fans can’t get enough!
 
JJ soaks in the adulation from the crowd before tossing his hoodie into the front row and heading to the ring, slapping hands with fans at ringside, he stops and poses for a photo with a young man before climbing up the ring post and posing for the fans to the sound of deafening cheers...
 
RJ: You are witnessing the resurrection folks, JJ Johnson, the man many people thought was out of touch, a man who’d turned his back on the fans, his family and the 6WF Universe is back and by god you can’t help but smile when you see it.
 
MW: I’ll admit it, ‘Arj. For all my gripes and grievances, this place wouldn’t be the same without an all singing, all dancing, ass kicking JJ Johnson!!!
 
JJ hops down from the turnbuckle and looks round the arena before reaching for a microphone...
 
JJ: DAMN! That’s some kick ass reception. JJ gots much love for y’all!
 
*Crowd Pop*
 
JJ: I guess y’all wondering why I decided to bring my sweet ass out here fo’ your pleasure? JJ thought it was about damn time he came ou’ here and levelled wit y’all.
 
See it was all set up. JJ finally got that foot up his ass he been yearnin’ fo’..... Ol’ Marlo stuck it to him and CJ.....well, CJ showed JJ what it means to have love fo’ the game. What it means to have yo’ brothers back n’ watchin’ out for them when they need yo’...
 
Belie’ it weren’ easy. JJ ain’ scared to tell no’body that he almos’ walked, that he almost took off like some yella’ fool tryna’ slunk off withou’ a fuss. But I knew deep down that I had to take what came my way. Face up and sho’ fools I still had what it take to make a d’frence in this bidness!
 
Crowd: JJ! JJ! JJ! JJ! JJ! JJ!
 
JJ: When I sat back in dat locker room, lis’ning to Marlo tear me a new one, I ‘new suttin’ weren’t sittin’ right. See I’d gone from bein’ Mr 6WF, the Franchise Initiative, the VIP Playa, to some nervous, cowar’ly sack o’ shi*t. I weren’ JJ Johnson anymore.....i was a figure o’ what I use’ to be. I see fool’s like Crime Lord runnin’ it up. Cassius’ going all peculiar, I got Patricks and Saint ridin’ me like a show pony and I damn sure had to do suttin’ bout that!
 
*Crowd Pop*
 
JJ: I saw CJ gettin’ beat down. Saw him put himsel’ on the line for JJ. He din’ know JJ! He din’ roll wit me in the days, he was jus’ some kid doi’ what he though’ was right, and JJ couldn’ see that. When it hit me’, I felt a fire inside me like I ain’ never felt befo’. I tol’ mysel’ I weren’ gon’ sit back no mo’. Weren’ gon hide out. I remember standi’ there, pantin’, waitin’, gettin’ all set. That adren’lin hit me and I was gon’, ain’t no turni’ back. I roll’d on down to that ring and open’ up a can of whoop ass on Saint and his l’il bitch, Patrick’s that they ain’ ever felt befo’. I laid down my challenge. Against The Wall. JJ & Clarke James taking on Saint and Patrick. Time to settl’ up some scores. And what happened?
 
Crowd: SAINT WENT HOME! SAINT WENT HOME!
 
JJ smiles as he looks around the arena before a stern look crosses his face...
 
JJ: You dam’ right he went home. See 6WF’s Ultimate Weapon, this so call’ ‘divine destroyer’ couldn’ handle a fired up JJ Johnson. He dam’ sure din’ wan’ no piece o’ this ass. He wanted to get the hell out o’ dodge and run like the Cat ass bitch we all know he is. But see, JJ don’ see that as the end....oh no. JJ sees this as jus’ the beginning. See JJ don’ forget. I still remember you spittin in my face, Saint. I still remember that sick glint in your eye when yo thought you had ol’ JJ down and out. But no, you thin’ you can jus’ walk out on me an’ call it the end but that’s just not what gon’ happen.
 
Saint, get your bitch ass out here..............RIGHT NOW!
 
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
 
RJ: JJ calling The Saint out to the ring. He doesn’t wanna wait till the end of the night...but will Saint even come out here....
 
JJ paces the ring, his gaze fixed up the ramp, waiting what seems like an eternity...
 
MW: I don’t think he’s coming out.....
 
RJ: I beg to differ...
 
The crowd erupt into a chorus of boos as ‘Monster’ by Skillet hits and The Saint strolls out onto the ring wearing jeans and a vest with his trademark sunglasses on. He removes them, placing them through his vest before shaking his head and walking down the ramp. JJ’s stare is fixed as Saint strides up the ring steps and enters the ring.
 
MW: You can feel that tension, ‘Arj!
 
Saint picks up a microphone, staring JJ right between the eyes...
 
Saint: What!?
 
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
 
JJ smiles....
 
JJ: Oh, look who finally grew a pair? See yo’ din’ have that much attitude Sunday when I was whippin’ yo’ ass all over your home town!
 
*Crowd Pop*
 
JJ: All that talkin’, all the brash attitude came an’ bit yo’ in the ass, din’ it boy? Finally realis’n yo’ can jus’ go about kickin’ JJ Johnson an’ expec’ to get away with it...
 
Saint rolls his eyes...
 
JJ: Oh, am I borin’ yo? Makes a change fo’ these people not being bored to death by your sorry ass. Divine this, greatest that, hell, can y’all belie’ they made this fool a grand slam champion....
 
MW: And a 3 time world champion!
 
JJ: Dam’ time must o’ got hard. But look, I din’ call you out here to run you down, I call’d you out here cause I want this finished once an fo’ all. See, I’m gon’ let Sunday slide as just a blip. I’ll put it down to yo’ ego gettin’ all menstrual and sh*t.
 
JJ don’ wan’ do no more dancin’, Saint. He don’ wan’ be comin’ out here, chasin’ you roun’ the building tryna get his retribution. I’m putting it on the line, right here right now. 3 weeks, 6WF Explosion. I want my rematch...
 
*Crowd Pop*
 
JJ: I wan’ my chance at redemption. I wan’ it all on the line.....Saint versus JJ Johnson!!!!
RJ: JJ calling out The Saint, 3 weeks at 6WF Explosion!
 
The Saint stares at JJ Johnson and the atmosphere in the arena goes up a notch. Both men stare around the arena as The Saint raises up his microphone...
 
Saint: No.
 
The Saint drops the microphone and heads out of the ring to a chorus of boos. JJ looks on in shock as Saint heads up the ramp...
 
MW: No? Saint just told JJ Johnson ‘no’?! No reasoning. No explanation!
 
RJ: JJ can’t believe it! And nor can these fans! Wait a minute though....
 
The Saint stops on the ramp, soaking in the abuse from the crowd. He turns and looks back at JJ with disdain before casually walking back to the ring...
 
RJ: Do you think he’s changed his mind?
 
MW: Only one way to find out!
 
The Saint gets back in the ring, picking the microphone up and smirking at Johnson....
 
Saint: Would you like to know why, JJ? Would you like to know why I’m not going to pander to your wishes? It’s because I have literally no interest in being part of this renaissance of the great JJ Johnson. I have no desire to spend more of my time dealing with your moronic black attitude, your cheap, pointless, self indulgent catchphrases.
 
JJ, I’ve walked through this entire roster in the last 6 months. I’ve made a mockery of your career. I’ve shown you up for the narcissistic, spoilt showman you are. You think I walked away from you because I was scared but the truth is I was embarrassed. Ashamed that after months of hard work I was stood there with 3 men who had no right to be compared to my equal. No right to stand there and share the spotlight with The Saint.
 
I should be headlining shows, JJ. I should be up there challenging for the Undisputed Champion. JJ, I should be Undisputed Champion. There isn’t a solitary competitor on this roster that can match my record. I don’t want the match because quite frankly, JJ, it’s beneath me. You’re beneath me. And this vision you have of somehow gaining back your dignity at Explosion is nothing but a pipedream. And one that I will not have any part of.
 
Saint drops the mic to the floor and exits up the ramp. JJ stares him all the way to the back.
 

Hobo is shown backstage nursing his wounds as Trevor Swann walks into the picture....

TS: Awww, poor old Hobo. Seems like you had a bit of a rough ride out there? Shame really, there was me thinking you were going to have a big announcement planned?

Hobo: You seem to be forgetting, when I have this show in the palm of my hands, for that one night, yours and the rest of that Consultancy’s fate is going to be in my hands. Keep the cheap shots and underhand tactics coming, Swann. You’re going to get what’s coming to you, payback will be....

TS: Don’t tell me......a bitch?

Hobo gets to his feet and smiles at Swann.....

Hobo: No.......it will be TELE!

*Crowd Pop*

Hobo heads out of the door leaving Swann infuriated.

RJ: We're back live Ladies and Gents and a somewhat strange match up we have up next, Mike!

MW: That's right, RJ. Made by our General Manager, Danny McGraw, his Freeweight Champion Vortex teakes on perennial no hoper, Rasta with the title on the line.

RJ: I can't remember the last time Rasta had a title shot, Mike! And all of the result of the actions of Scorpion!

'Smells Like Teen Spirit' blares out from the speakers as a plume of green smoke engulfs the stage. Vortez rises up on to the stage flanked by The Consultant to a chorus of boo's. He raises the Freeweight Title in the air and grins as he heads down the ramp, ignoring the abuse from the fans...

MW: You've got to admit, Voretx is an impressive competitor, a man likely to dominate this Freeweight Title for a good while...

Vortex stops at the bottom of the ramp and stares into the ring menacingly. The Consultant ushers him towards the ringsteps and heads over to the the corner....

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

RJ: Wow! What an ovation for this man...

'Buffalo Soldier' roars out and the crowd cheer to the rafters as Rasta bounces on to the stage. He stares out into the crowd as an array of green, black and gold pyro explodes behind him. He beats his chest jogging on the spot, a huge grin etched across his face, he cups his hand to his ear and gestures to the crowd....

Crowd: FEEL THE RHYTHM, FEEL THE VIBE, GET ON UP, IT'S RASTA TIME!!!!

Rasta sprints down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, he goes straight to the corner and motions a title round his waist to the delight of the crowd.

RA: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the 6WF Freeweight Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Saint Ann, Jamaica, weighing 212 pounds...........RASTA!!

*Crowd Pop*

RA: And his opponent, weighing 310 pounds, from Sellafield, England..........he is your 6WF Freeweight Champion.............VORRTTTTTTEXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

The two men meet in the centre of the ring. Vortex looks down at Rasta and grins. The Jamaican gulps as he takes in the size of his opponent...

Ding, ding, ding!!!

RJ: Here we go!

Rasta stares at Vortex who edges closer to Rasta. He turns looking out into the crowd, stepping back. He shrugs his shoulders and unloads a combo of right and left hands at the Champion that barely move him. Vortex shakes his head and again Rasta unloads a series of rights and lefts, this time knocking Vortex out of his stance. Rasta sense the opportunity, grabbing Vortex for an Irish Whip. He tries to budge the Champion but struggles. Vortex grins and pulls Rasta back towards him looking to level Rasta with a clothesline but Rasta ducks to the delight of the fans. He again launches his fists at Vortex before kicking at the knees. He rocks bakc and runs the ropes, leaping forward into Vortex....

MW: Oh my, what a shot!!!!

Vortex watches before stepping forward and clubbing at Rasta knocking him mid air and down into the mat to groans from the crowd. He stares down at Rasta and smirks beofe picking him up by his hari and launching him into the corner with a thud. He moves over as Rasta tries to compose himself, flicking a leg up to deter his opponent but Vortex lands a series of clubbing blows to the back of Rasta's neck before driving his shoulder into his chest. He steps back and moves across the ring. He looks out to The Consultant who nods in approval...

RJ: I don't like Rasta's chances here....

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Vortex charges across the ring and hits a devestating splash to Rasta, leaving him crumpled in the corner. Vortex wastes no time dragging him out from the corner, hoisting him up and drilling him into the mat with a vicious side slam. Rasta rolls in agony as Vortex grabs him by the hair, lifitng him up to his feet before effortlessly picking him up and landing a powerful standing samoan drop...

MW: Vortex asserting his dominance now...

Rasta again tries to roll up, but Vortex again capitalises, catching Rasta between his legs. He swings him up, holding him above his head and parading him around the ring before dropping him to the mat with a crucnching powerbomb. Vortex gets to his feet and looks over at The Consultant who nods.....

RJ: I think we can prepare to wrap this up.....

MW: I think you're right........V-X BOMB!

Vortex pulls Rasta up, staring his groggy opponent between the eyes before hitting a decimating VX Bomb.... he laughs down at the crumpled body of Rasta before placing his foot on his chest....

1......

2......

3.....!

Ding, ding, ding!!!

RA: The winner of this match, and STILL 6WF Freeweight Champion............VORTEXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd erupt into boo's as Vortex picks up Rasta and tosses him from the ring. The referee holds out his Freeweight Title and Vortexs snatches it out of his grasp and raises it in the air. The Consultant enters the ring applauding as Vortex places the title over his shoulder....

RJ: The Consultant looking to say his piece....

TC: While you people boo, you seem to be forgetting that this man is the most dominant Freeweight Champion this company has ever seen...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TC: A man handpicked by Danny McGraw to take this division away from the muppetry of non-sensical, delusion idiots like Dragon. To bring pride and establishment back to this title. To return an honour, so often discarded by it's previous holders like Dexter Morgan, or Rapture. Vortex, picks up from the last true, honourable Freeweight Champion. A man you can see bring esteem back to the European Champion, Trevor Swann!

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

TC: It's Vortex's wish to continue to defend this belt against the toughest competitors. Not the rag tag nothings that frequent the lowe echelons of this business. So it's my pleasure to announce on behalf of my esteemed client, an open challenge....

MW: What?

TC: To anyone one the roster who thinks they have what it takes to step up and attempt to dismount this collousus of a Champion.....

RJ: What's this???

The lights in the arena dip and a spotlight appears on the stage....

MW: I have no idea, 'Arj?

A flash of bright light erupts and 'Turn Up The Trouble' blasts through the speakers.....

RJ: You've gotta be kidding me???

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

MW: But he's.....

RJ: Not anymore he's not! This is huge.....Mr Kenty is here in 6WF!

The crowd cheer as Mr Kenty walks on to the stage dressed in suit trousers and an open shirt. He soaks in the applause from the crowd before staring down the ramp at Vortex with a grin. He heads down the ramp....

MW: What's he doing here? When did he sign?

RJ: I dunno, Mike! But it looks like he's here to take Vortex up on his offer!!

Kenty hits the ring and stares across at Vortex. The lights dip again and a spotlight shines down into the ring. Mr Kenty steps forward and looks up to the ceiling as a microphone drops down to a pop from the crowd.....

MK: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, I weighed in tonight at 230 pounds, Hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, I am..MRRRR KEEEENNNNTTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Crowd Pop*

RJ: OH MY!

Kenty finishes his sentence and goes straight at Vortex, hitting him with stiff right hands knocking Vortex back, he grabs The Consultant and tosses him through the ropes before turning round and unloading on the temple of Vortex. Kenty runs the ropes and drills a big boot right into the face of Vortex sending him crashing to the mat.

MW: What a shot by Kenty! He's letting Vortex know he's accepting the challenge!!

Voretx rolls through the ropes to the outside as Kenty picks up the Freeweight Title. He walks to the turnbuckle, grabbing the mic and staring down at Vortex......

MK: KENNNNNTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

RJ: Talk about making an impact! Mr Kenty is here in 6WF and he's got his sights locked on the Freeweight Champion!!!

 
The camera goes backstage where a group of security and EMT’s are stood around. The camera moves in to see Chaos sat on the floor clutching his head...
 
Chaos: Well you parasitic idiots get the hell away from me!
 
EMT: We need to check you over, Chaos.
 
Chaos: I’m fine...
 
Chaos gets to his feet....
 
Chaos: I’m on my feet. You think more foul, underhand tactics from McManus are going to keep the greatest cruiserweight in the world down? You find him and you tell him I’ll be out there tonight. I’m going to show the world that Sunday was nothing but a fluke and that McManus is nothing but a second rate imitation of me.
 
He thinks he’s going to walk through me and into that Hardcore Hell match he has another thing coming.
 
Chaos bursts through the group of security and marches off down the corridor.
 

The arena is buzzing as we return from commercial. The camera heads to the announce table to show Michael Wire and RJ looking sombre...

RJ: Folks as you know, our announce colleague Clarissa was injured at the hands of Cassius Zhi at the end of Against The Wall. We’ve just received an update on her condition...

MW: Doctors have informed us that Clarissa suffered a severe concussion from the fall that left her unconscious for around 2 minutes. Doctors also confirmed that she suffered a fractured arm, a sprain to her right ankle and internal bruising and bleeding cause by a laceration to her spleen.

RJ: The doctors checked over the footage from Sunday and it was discovered that Clarissa landed awkwardly on the corner of a production box, causing the bleed. We received word that Clarissa was taken into surgery earlier this afternoon to repair the damaged tissue.

MW: We can confirm that Clarissa is in a stable condition and has been talking; albeit it briefly, with Doctors and her partner, Uryu Ishida.

RJ: No word yet on the mental state of Uryu or whether he will be appearing tonight, as you’ll know Uryu is scheduled to take part in tonight’s main event.

MW: We’ll keep you updated, but he IS expected to appear tonight. We’ll keep you posted on any further updates we receive on the condition of Clarissa.

Lockdown returns from the commercial break to Trevor Swann and Dragon standing in the ring, sizing one another up. The referee is stood between them.
 
RJ: Ladies and Gents, welcome back to Lockdown! And next up we have what promises to be a fast paced encounter between the former Freeweight Champion, The Dragon and 6WF’s European Champion, The Consultancy’s Trevor Swann!
 
MW: This could be a good match, RJ, but my money’s on Swann, what an athlete! What a guy!
 
RJ: But maybe he’s still distracted by Hobo after Against The Wall?
 
The bell sounds and both men lock up, Dragon, with the weight advantage, dominates and pushes Swann to the ropes, the referee separates the men and as Dragon backs away, Swann slaps him, inciting the Japanese combatant who charges for a clothesline, Swann bundling him over to the outside, running to the ropes as Dragon quickly gets up only to be levelled with a baseball slide, sending Dragon sprawling.
 
Swann sets about him, clubbing him with blows to the back, keeping Dragon grounded as the referee counts. Swann pulls Dragon up and whips him into the ring, his back colliding with the edge as he lets out a cry of anguish. Swann spears him into it further before rolling his opponent into the ring.
 
RJ: Aggressive from Swann, no doubt his Consultancy cohorts will be impressed.
 
Swann sets upon Dragon, stomping down on to the former Freeweight Champion before leg dropping the back of the neck. Swann methodically waits for Dragon to get up but halts his progress with a drop kick to the temple, pinning for a 2 count. Swann stands over Dragon and then hits an impressive standing moonsault, holding position for another pin… Dragon kicks out at 2 again and Swann grimaces ruefully.
 
MW: Swann in control, but Dragon won’t lie down easily!
 
Swann studiously looks at Dragon, as the Japanese superstar gets to his hand and knees, and a knowing smirk crosses the face of the European Champion.
 
RJ: I think Dragon’s about to be hit for six!
 
Swann charges, looking for the punt but Dragon is agile and jumps up, and takes Swann off his feet with a spinning heel kick, he covers Swann. 1……….2……….Kick out!
 
MW: Dragon needed that respite!
 
Dragon gets up and pulls Swann to his feet, and reels off a couple of knife edge chops, following with a knee to Swann’s gut and then taking him to the mat with an arm drag, locking in an arm bar. Swann reaches the ropes pretty quickly however. Dragon kips up and rocks a now stationary Swann in the ribs with a couple of quick kicks, then whipping him to the ropes, hitting a back body drop to Swann on the rebound.
 
Swann is up relatively quickly on impact and walks into a DDT, cover… 1….2…..Kick out by Swann.
 
Dragon smiles wryly at the referee and goes to haul Swann up once more, but Swann hits a stiif couple of punches to dragon’s gut and then a couple of kicks to the knee, Dragon swings and Swann ducks, running the ropes and coming back with a lariat that takes Dragon off his feet. Swann looks to the top rope and climbs up, looking for the Swann Dive. Dragon is up fast and climbs up to meet Swann, where both men trade punches.
 
RJ: High risk here…
 
MW: What the?!
 
With both men in close proximity, the referee is unable to see Swann using his Box Check manoeuvre, Dragon roars in pain and Swann is able to kick him to the mat. Swann follows it up with The Swann Dive and makes the cover.
 
1…………..2……………3!
 
RJ: And Swann has it! In somewhat acrimonious circumstances…
 
MW: Hell, RJ, if the referee doesn’t see it, it’s all legal!
 
RJ: And with that, The Consultancy just looks to be getting stronger and stronger!
 
Swann has received his title from the referee, and proceeds up the ramp…
 
RJ: Who the hell is that?!
 
MW: I have no idea… And neither does Swann.
 
Swann is stood still on the ramp as a masked figure is stood at the top staring back at him. There is a moment or so of a stare down before the mystery figure turns and leaves leaving a confused Swann staring after him.
 
RJ: How odd…

(The camera turns on and reveals TGA sitting forward with his head hanging in his hands. The shot remains like this for an uncomfortable while until the silence is broken by TGA slamming his fist onto the table in front of him and letting out a roar of anger.)
 
TGA: After all the build up... After all the talk that went on before the match... After all this and still Crime Lord was allowed to leave as champion. All four of us spoke throughout the week about having three opponents always made it likely that someone could steal the win and they wouldn’t deserve it. That certainly happened last night.
 
It takes a degree of skill to seek out the perfect moment to strike. But it also takes a coward to do so. People are talking about Against The Wall and who was the most villainous on the night: Was it The Saint for walking out? Was it Cassius Zhi for attacking a woman? No. It was you, Crime Lord. You were the biggest coward of the night. You spent most of that match trying to avoid me and when we did meet it was only momentary. I’ve been back in 6wF for over a month now and you still haven’t had the balls to come after me, one on one.
 
So on Friday 6wF is going to get the chance to see the real stars of 6wF taking out the garbage and showing up three wrestlers for what they really are: Scared; or insanely scared in some cases. Cassius, The Saint and Crime Lord will be partnered. If I were on that team I’d seriously be questioning whether it was in my best interests to even show up. Crimey, it is now only a matter of time before the BOD sees no other option except to pit you against me on your own. You’re going to need to be in the best shape of your life to stand a chance of retaining. Look at this Friday as means of damage control.
 
On one side of you is The Saint, a man who has shown recently that he has no problem with walking out on someone he is supposed to be fighting alongside. I remember years ago when 6wF arrived in Manchester for the first time. The Saint was headlining that night and was busting a gut to try and come out victorious. The fact that he was fighting Nemesis was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was that he didn’t want to upset his friends and family. But he did. He couldn’t win then and he still can’t win now. He didn’t care about how pathetic and embarrassing he was to his parents. So what’s his motivation? I don’t know and I’m starting to think he doesn’t either.
 
Then on the other side you have Cassius Zhi. Before I jump to the condemnation, I must take some of the responsibility for what he has become. I’ve been on his case ever since I returned, constantly mocking how soft he had gone. When I last faced Cassius Zhi he was a monster that could have ended my career permanently. I looked at what he had become and it saddened me. But then at Against The Wall he was back. I’ll admit it; a part of me lit up when I saw Clarissa plunging off that stage. ‘Attaboy!’ was the first thing that came to my mind.
 
(TGA shakes his head.)
 
TGA: I know it’s such an awful thing to think, but I was sick and tired of looking around the locker room and seeing carbon copies of the same mould, relentlessly pushed into the ring putting on such an average show. 6wF needs the spectacular. You might hate to admit it, but Cassius in this state is spectacular. Which is why Crime Lord should be terrified. Who knows what he is now capable of? Will he stick by you on Friday or will someone snap inside him and he’ll see fit to destroy everyone in that ring? The most terrifying part is that I honestly think he is capable.
 
However, he is only capable of such destruction if we do not stand together. I’ve given Uryu and JJ Johnson a hell of a lot of grief over the past couple of weeks. I hadn’t seen anything to prove me wrong. Sunday night was where things began to change. JJ Johnson looked like the franchise-playing-school-of-hard-knocks superstar that he once was. When he’s at the top of his game he is truly electrifying. In these questionable times where 6wF is under threat from many an evil, JJ Johnson is considered a useful ally.
 
Uryu has to give a lot of credit to Cassius though. I’m not sure whether I’d feel as comfortable with Uryu if his girlfriend hadn’t just been almost decapitated by a mad man. This is the catalyst of the progression of Uryu Ishida. We all say we give 100% in every match, but if the truth be told we’re probably only giving 90%. There’s always that extra 10% that is locked up inside us, trying to get out. Yet it takes something extra to really give us that extra push. For some it is fighting in front of your home crowd, for others it is the knowledge that if you lost you will never get another shot like it. For you Uryu, I believe that you’re 10% has been attained by your anger. Use that. Don’t go crazy though, I’m not sure 6wF could cope to have two complete sociopaths on its books.
 
(TGA finally looks up, showing the bruises and marks from the PPV. He sits forward and looks straight down the camera.)
 
TGA: So you see Crime Lord, I feel confident that I’m in a team assembled of two of the greatest guys in the company at the moment. I’m confident that I can turn up on Friday and focus on what’s happening in the ring; not having to always keep one eye over my shoulder. Perhaps that this will give you good practice because I’d advise always keeping a look out.
 
I’m coming for you Crime Lord. I don’t care if I get my chance at Explosion, Destiny, War or if I have to wait ‘til Born In Fire. All four are aptly named for what will happen. When I finally get the chance to take you on in a singles match I will end your title reign.
 

The titantron bursts into life, showing a large figure working in a field during the night. He seems to be lifting and placing bales of hay around the field. However with the rain coming down, he stops and sits. The camera doesn’t get too close, as the large figure looks disturbed, fighting with his own mind. Then the large figure seems to have a flashback…*
 
*The titantron goes berserk, and ends up showing the flashback*
 
*The large figure is now in a cage, all chained up. There are a lot of beefy men, in what seems to be an underground fighting arena. The large figure is being directed by a man, who seems to be his mentor. The large figure seems disturbed and scared of what is going on around him. The mentor is trying to gain a reaction from him, but the large figure seems to be in a trance. Then a bell rings.
 
Ding, ding, ding.
 
The large figure is let loose from his cage. A wall of noise erupts in the underground arena. The large figure just stands there, his opponent seems confused. “Get him, get him, get him” chant the crowd to the opponent of this large man. They are like a pack of wolves, baying for blood of this large figure. Then the opponent attacks, a large roar goes up as the first punch lands. But the large figure stands there. Not moved, emotionless now. The opponent hits again. Nothing. Then the opponent screams an insult at the large figure, “You’re mum and dad deserved to die!” The large figure, stirs, then with one swing of his right fist knocks his opponent out. Fight over…*
 
*The titantron again goes crazy, and now we are back in the field.*
 
*Back in the field, the large figure is now up and working. He is now smiling, after the flashback. He seems to have blood on his hands as he moves the hay. He looks at the blood on his hands, and laughs at it. Then he places the final bale of hay down, and walks off into the sunrise of the morning, his work done. As the camera pans out to a bird’s eye view of the field, the bales of hay seems to spell out a phrase, it says, “Takeo is coming”.
 

RJ: Another Hardcore Hell qualifier for you now folks and what a great match up we have for you, the True Prophet, Chaos will take on his protégé James McManus in a rematch of their war at Against the Wall

MW: Well that’s if Chaos makes it out after being attacked again tonight by unknown person or persons

RJ: Well let’s hope he does because these two men have been at each others throats for weeks now and with McManus picking up the win on Sunday this will be explosive

“Sad but true” roars over the crowd and James McManus walks out onto the ramp, He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd. McManus walks down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. McManus rises to his feet and waits impatiently for Chaos to come out.

RJ: McManus is looking to get himself out of Chaos shadow once and for all

MW: I’m gonna stop you there RJ, it isn’t Chaos’ fault he is the greatest Undisputed Champion in 6WF history, he casts a big long shadow and McManus should know his place and stay in the background

IT’S AN OMEN followed by “Granite” play out and the crowd descend into loud boos as the former 6WF Undisputed Champion Chaos steps out onto the ramp, he limps his way down to the ring and glares at McManus

MW: The heart of the true Champion, even after getting attacked he comes down to the ring to show all of these parasites how a real Champ wrestles

Chaos walks up to McManus’ face

Chaos: ARE YOU HAPPY

McManus: What are you talking about, I didn’t attack you

Chaos: Once a coward always a coward

Chaos slaps McManus in the face and goes to walk to his corner but McManus turns him around and starts unleashing heavy lefts and rights to Chaos’ head knocking Chaos to the mat, McManus drags him up by the head and throws him through the middle rope to the outside

RJ: Chaos just pee’d the wrong guy off

MW: This is disgraceful; Chaos shouldn’t even be out here

McManus climbs outside after Chaos and whips him hard into the Guard rail, he then walks over to the steel steps and removes the top steps and throws them over the top rope and into the ring, McManus see’s Chaos getting to his feet so he runs at him looking for a big boot but Chaos catches his foot and somehow hits a capture Suplex which sends McManus over the guard rail and into the fans.
 
Chaos limps over to the ring and pulls out a steel chair from underneath and cracks McManus in the head as he was trying to get back over the rail but leaves him lying half over it instead, Chaos slides back into the ring and sets up the chair just before the ropes and walks to the other side of the ring before testing his leg and running at the chair and hopping onto the top rope before hitting McManus with a leg drop to the back of the head and sending him over the guardrail and leaving both men lying on the ground

Crowd: HOLY S---- X5

MW: That is why he is the greatest ever to walk into the ring

RJ: I told you this match would be explosive

Chaos gingerly gets up off the ground and drags McManus over to were the steel steps are and starts Trash Talking into his face, Chaos picks McManus up and hits Scoop slam to McManus onto the bottom half of the steps leaving him lying in agony holding his back, Chaos drags a ladder out from under the ring and pulls the guardrail closer to the ring and lays the ladder across from the ring to the rail and picks up McManus again

MW: Chaos is really getting hi revenge on his former pupil here tonight

RJ: We haven’t seen this kind of streak in him for a long time

Chaos goes for the Irish Whip on McManus but he reverses it and sends Chaos face first into the ladder busting his head wide open in the process

RJ: OH…MY…GOD…What an impact

McManus drags Chaos up by the hair and  rolls him back inside the ring, he takes a breather before dragging a table out from under the ring and slides it into the ring, McManus rolls into the ring and begins to stomp on the bleeding head of Chaos, McManus then  picks up the steel steps he threw in earlier and stalks Chaos who is crawling over to the ropes to pull himself up, when he gets to his feet McManus lifts the steps up and is about to hit Chaos in the head when out of nowhere Chaos Super Kicks him into the face which sends McManus and the steps to the mat and goes for the cover

MW: It’s over…

Ref: 1…..2…..

RJ: How did he kick up after that?

Chaos starts to punch the ground in frustration then picks up the table and leans it up against the corner and limps over and drops a knee on the face of McManus before picking him up and whipping him hard towards the corner where McManus crash head first through the table leaving him lying in the wreckage, Chaos drags McManus’ limp body out of the corner and leaves him in the centre of the ring before he slowly makes his way to the top rope

MW: Spinal Tap!

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

Chaos waits for McManus to rise; he then hits a punch to the back of the head followed by a one-handed running bulldog. McManus stumbles to his feet and Chaos leaps up, he goes for a hurracanrana but McManus manages to hold him in the air and nails Chaos with a huge powerbomb that leaves both men lying in the middle of the ring

RJ: I don’t know how much more these two guys have left in the tank

MW: Well Chaos was attacked before the match and he still looks like winning, that is class right there.

McManus crawls over to the other side of the ring and Chaos goes after him, he goes to grab him from behind but McManus SMASHES a chair off Chaos’ head sending him sprawling on the mat again holding his already opened face

RJ: Quick thinking by McManus, it might just give him the time he needs to compose himself

McManus gets back to his feet and goes to whip Chaos into the corner but its reversed and McManus goes towards the corner but stops himself and elbows Chaos into the face and starts hitting the bloodied face of Chaos repetedly off the top turnbuckle, McManus then lifts Chaos up onto the top rope and hooks his legs under the ropes and lets him dangle in the corner in the Tree of Woe position

MW: I have a really bad feeling about this R!

McManus picks up the steel chair and raises it over his head and gives Chaos a sick smile before running at him and dropkicking Chaos with the chair into the face and leaving him there bloody and upside-down

MW: I don’t know how much more blood Chaos can lose, somebody needs to stop this!

RJ: This goes deeper than this tournament; this was always going to be personal!

McManus releases Chaos’ legs and goes for the pin 1….2….. The ref stops the count and tells McManus that Chaos has his hand on the bottom rope; McManus grabs the ref by the neck and starts to shout in his face before shoving him to the ground

RJ: Frustration boiling over for McManus this time

McManus goes to grab Chaos up but he is hit with a low blow which sends him onto his knees in much discomfort, Chaos gets to his knees and starts to trade blows with McManus as both men start to get to their feet where Chaos starts to get the upper hand and starts delivering some Huge rights to McManus and goes to whip him but it gets reversed and Chaos rebounds off the ropes and McManus backdrops him over the top rope and onto the ladder that is still lying across between the ring and rail.

McManus looks at Chaos on the ladder then at the top rope he smiles and starts to climb onto the top rope, he steadies himself before launching himself off and landing on Chaos sending both men crashing through the now broken Ladder

RJ: OH MY GOD !!!

MW: I didn’t even know McManus could climb onto the top rope

RJ: Somebody call the EMT’s we need help for these guys out here

The ref slides to the outside and checks on both men then starts a 10 count
1……2……3……4……5……6…….McManus starts to get up and tosses Chaos into the ring

RJ: How is McManus still moving?

McManus grabs a steel chair and brings it into the ring with him and lays it the mat and grabs Chaos up and puts his head between his legs

RJ: Tombstone!!!

MW: What the hell??

Just then the lights go out and McManus drops Chaos to the mat, when the light come back on there are two masked men standing behind them...

RJ: What’s going on who are these guys!?

MW: We are about to find out…oh my.....

McManus turns around and one of the masked men kick him in the stomach and hit him with a devastating Falling Gutwrench Powerbomb leaving McManus laying unconscious on the mat, the other one leaps onto the top rope and hits a perfect 360 Shooting Star Press onto the already downed Chaos, the masked men stand in the centre of the ring and remove their masks to loud boos from the crowd

RJ: I don’t believe it Mike.....Kenzaki Nogami and Tsukasa Yagurama are here in 6WF…......Dopant Zero are the attackers!!!

MW: Why are they here and what is in that bag!?

Kenzaki picks up a bag that they brought out with them and hands something to Tsukasa, the both walk over and stand over the fallen McManus and Chaos and raise the 6WF Tag Team Titles over their heads as the crowd continue to boo!!

RJ: It looks like Dopant Zero have staked claim to the 6WF Tag Team Titles and have issued a devastating warning to whoever will challenge them!

MW: And Tag Team wrestling is back in 6WF!! What a huge night!

Danny McGraw is shown in his office, sat with The Consultant and Stuart Sparkes....
 
DM: ......and so The Consultancy was built. It wasn’t about looking to take over the company or having a control over the roster. It was about putting together some of the rawest and most unique talent we had, and putting them under the spotlight...
 
SS: Very impressive Mr McGraw......so tell me, how do the Board of Directors feel about the way you run this place?
 
DM: The board? Ah, see they only want me when they want to count their pennies and check that I’m not damaging the company portfolio. See, the men in suits who sit in their precious penthouse office don’t have any real understanding for what goes on behind the scenes here. They don’t understand the effort that goes in to building, establishing and then, importantly, maintaining a successful wrestling company. They will always be out of touch. They’ll never truly understand how important I am to this business or the influence I carry...
 
SS: What about support?
 
DM: Oh of course, they leave me to do my thing. The frustrating part is when they stick their nose in....
 
*Phone Rings*
 
DM: Excuse me for a minute..........Danny McGraw speaking.....
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: Mr Samuels, what a pleasant surprise, I was literally just talking about the Board and the fantastic levels of support you offer...
 
McGraw raises his eyebrows in the direction of Sparkes who smiles...
 
DM: Yes, of course. A very unpleasant business, Mr Samuels. One that could have severe repercussions through the company and I can assure you that I will be launching a full investigation into what happened. Things are obviously very difficult now with Clarissa being in hospital. But I can assure you that both Clarissa and Uryu will have the full support of all the staff at 6WF....
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: Cassius? Well......as of this moment he will continue to be an active member of this roster, pending a full investigation. I think it’s fair to say that there is a lot of mitigating history where Cassius is concerned, and given previous issues I think it’s fair for all involved to not push this too far, too quickly...
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: Mr Samuels, with all due respect, if I felt that someone on the roster was a danger to others then I can assure you I would terminate their contract without hesitation. But in the interest of fairness I don’t believe we’re at that point yet. This is a one off occurrence and something that given the circumstances should be handled with kid gloves...
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: I absolutely do not agree. Those were isolated instances. Nay Bother showed no signs of head trauma, I’ve got doctors reports that proved it and he wanted to compete. The same goes for Clarke James. ..
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: Mr Samuels, of course I’m aware of who comes in and out of my federation.............yes, why else would former 6CW talents be showing up on Lockdown. It’s not just a wrestling federation, it’s a business Mr Samuels, and we have to look at our adaptability. We don’t want to end up on the scrapheap, shelling out on has been talents like Lex Hart to boost our promotion...
 
Murmured voice
 
DM: So what exactly do you want me to do..........................Mr Samuels, you know I can’t do that........................but ....................fine. But I want you and the board to know that in no way support this and once the investigation is completed I want assurances that the board will begin to support my decisions, rather than attempt to undermine me, just because some overly PG viewer gets offended.
 
McGraw slams the phone down in anger. His face etched with frustration. He looks over at Stuart Sparkes and grins.....
 
DM: And there they are. My wonderful board. Mr Sparkes, could you excuse me for 10 minutes? I have some urgent business matters to attend to with my colleague here. Meet me in the canteen and we can continue our discussion.
 
SS: Absolutely, Mr McGraw.
 
Sparkes leaves the office as McGraw shuts the door, turning straight to The Consultant....
 
DM: DAMN THEM! Meddling in my business. Prehistoric  imbeciles. This won’t stand. I’ll fix this.......yes, I’ll put my own unique spin on this and show them I’m not a man to be messed with. Now, whilst I turn this horrible little scenario round, do me a favour and find out which idiotic malcontent forget to brief the board on the new signings!!!!
 
McGraw points to the door and The Consultant exits the room with his phone in hand. McGraw sits back on the edge of his desk looking ponderous.
 

Cassius Zhi is in his locker room, watching the Olympic Games on TV whilst drinking a cup of green tea. The volume is muted and the only sound is Cassius muttering support for a Chinese athlete, transfixed on the screen, as Miss Jessica enters the room. Cassius doesn’t look up as he continues to devote all his attention to the screen. Jessica slowly sits beside him and places a delicate hand on his thigh, but she keeps a gap between them. 

Miss Jessica : Cassy… honey. I think we need to like, talk about some things. 

Cassius ignores her and continues to watch the muted screen.

Miss Jessica : I mean, it just feels like everything has got way out of hand lately, and, I don’t know, it’s a bit like, stressful or whatever. You know?

Cassy? 

Jessica shakes Cassius’ leg to try to get his attention, but to no avail. Jessica flicks her hair back in annoyance and gets up out of her seat, walking over to the screen and pulling the plug. Cassius maintains his stare at the blank screen, but slowly diverts his stare upwards towards her. 

Miss Jessica : Look… you know I like a giggle at the expense of Clarissa more than anyone, I mean seriously, the girl is a total freak. But Against the Wall was just like, waaaaaay over the line. Just, like… totally insane. 

Cassius gives a knowing nod at the word insane and takes a sip of his tea, with a hint of a smile.

Miss Jessica : That on top of last week, when you looked like a complete mentaller, back here talking to me when I wasn’t even here. Seriously, that’s totally messed up. I think, like, maybe you and me should take ourselves away, and just like, take a break somewhere. 

Jessica skips over to Cassius and takes his hand, flirtatiously drawing a circle on the back of his hand.

Miss Jessica : I mean, merchandise sales were well up just before you did what you did, so maybe we could use that extra cash boost to just jet off somewhere, just to like chill out or whatever. I’m talking Barbados… the Seychelles… the Maldives. Somewhere, you know, really quiet and relaxing. So we can totally de-stress, and de-tox, and clear our minds. What do you say? 

Cassius stares at Jessica’s playful smile and takes another sip of tea, before putting the tea down beside him and taking a deep breath.

Cassius : Take a break? But we’ve only just got started Jess. 

Miss Jessica : No-no-no-no-no…. what that was on Sunday, ended on Sunday. There will be no more of that. 

Cassius grimaces, as if feeling a panging physical pain in his abdomen, then gets to his feet to stand face to face with Jessica. He tilts his head to look at her inquisitively, almost confused.

Cassius : No… more? What do you mean NO MORE? I thought this was what you wanted? 

Miss Jessica looks shocked, putting her hand to her chest

Miss Jessica : What I wanted? What planet are you on? What I wanted was for you to go out there and dominate your opponents, and to win the World Heavyweight Title, not…. not what you did! 

Cassius snarls at Jessica, threateningly stepping closer to her

Cassius : What I did? WHAT I DID? 

What’s wrong with you Jessica? Can’t you even bring yourself to say it? Here… I’ll say it for you. What I did was to show the world the real Cassius Zhi. What I did was unleash the historic Cassius Zhi that everyone, including YOU, has been begging, pleading, longing to see once more. And to do that, I took that pretty, waste of space bimbo and I Shockwaved her off the stage, onto the concrete below! THAT IS WHAT I DID! Why so coy? 

You wanted this Jess. You really wanted it. You’ve wanted it for years. Are you telling me now Jess, just like all those spineless idiots out there in the plastic seats, that you want to be innocent once again, that you want to wash your hands clean of the sin that YOU PRAYED FOR?!? Have you too now noticed that those hands that for so long have been pressed together in hope, now unclasped have become too filthy for your liking? 

What’s the matter Jess? Is this not turning you on anymore? Because I’ve got to tell you Jess… I’m more turned on than ever. I’m pulsating with desire at the endless possibilities lying ahead of us. Aren’t you?

Is this not what you wanted? 

Miss Jessica slowly shakes her head, defiantly hiding any fear from Cassius

Cassius : That girl, Jessica…. is nothing. Her plight is inconsequential to anything we have planned together for years. Even her beloved Uryu, who let her take the hit, has said that she is second only to his career. What value does that place upon Clarissa, if his career comes before her! 

Cassius strokes Jessica’s hair with the back of his hand and laughs

Cassius : And given the shambolic failure of his career to date, I can only assume that that means Clarissa has never come at all. 
So maybe, I will have done 6WF’s golden couple a huge favour, if by freak chance that fall has taken away Clarissa’s feelings from the waist down – sparing Uryu the continuation of any further embarrassment in those quarters. 

Miss Jessica snaps and slaps Cassius hard across the face, which only makes him laugh more. 

Cassius : Oh I’m truly disappointed Jessica. Just as cowardly as the rest. 

Cassius walks over to his table and starts to make a fresh cup of tea. Miss Jessica’s phone buzzes

Miss Jessica : I really need to take this.

Cassius spins and snatches the phone from her, answering it.

Cassius : Hello. Jessica is unable to take your call right now. She is in a performance appraisal. But she should be out any moment. 

Miss Jessica : What? 

Cassius hangs up the phone and hurls it at the wall, smashing it to pieces, then turns back to his tea-making. Jessica furiously runs over to her phone, trying to put it back together.

Cassius : I regret to inform you that your services are no longer required, Miss. Jessica. 

Miss Jessica : WHAT? NO! Wait… we can talk about this…

Cassius : Your services are no longer required Miss Jessica.

Miss Jessica : You can’t do this! Like… seriously… I don’t really mind about Clarissa. The bitch totally deserved it anyway.

Cassius : Your services are no longer required Miss Jessica. Now leave. 

Miss Jessica : Please!!!

Cassius : NOW LEAVE!

Cassius spins, knocking his tea over, primed in the Shockwave position making Jessica jump. She quickly backs away towards the door, and fumbles it open.

Miss Jessica : Oh my God. Like… what is wrong with you? You’re so not the same. Not at all. 

Jessica backs out of the door and as it closes Cassius smiles to himself sadistically, dropping his arms back to his side. He turns back to the table, turns his spilled cup upright, and makes a third tea.

RJ: Well just two matches left and we have a match filled with a lot of bad blood up next.

MW: Logan Kincade retained his hardcore championship after Blue Dragon viscously attacked Nay Bother with a steel chair.

RJ: Don’t be stupid Michael, Logan retained after Blue Dragon accidently hit Nay Bother with the chair.

MW: Well Nay Bother will want to send a message tonight by showing that without that chair shot he would have become Hardcore champion by beating Logan.

RJ: Clarke James and Chris Patricks were on either side of a battle at Against the Wall, and it continues tonight. Clarke James was fired to victory by the rejuvenated JJ Johnson.

MW: Chris Patricks will rebound tonight, I just know it.

‘Edgecrusher’ blasts out of the speakers and the crowd start booing, Logan Kincade slowly steps out onto the stage, his eyes wide with menace. He cracks his neck and grins manically. He walks down the ramp the Hardcore Championship around his waist wearing a jacket with ‘The REAL Blue Dragon’ written on the back. He slides into the ring and removes the jacket and his title.

RJ: Logan Kincade has seemingly lost his mind since it was revealed that Blue Dragon was his biological brother.

MW: He has been in the form of his life, hardcore champion, retaining at Against the Wall and becoming one of the most dangerous men in 6WF.

‘Ascending Malice’ screams out around the arena and the boos continue as Chris Patricks sprints out from behind the curtain. He charges down the ramp, ignoring the abuse raining down from the fans as he slides into the arena. He slaps hands with his partner for the night before climbing to the top rope, he removes his T-shirt and throws it into the crowd, who throw it back.

RJ: Chris Patricks has gone from one of the most popular to most hated wrestlers in 6WF.

MW: He’s become smarter, put all the unnecessary rubbish behind him to focus on the ring.

‘I fought the Law’ booms out and the crowd give a big cheer, Nay Bother steps out, he is holding the back of his head. He points into the crowd before walking down the ramp. He slaps the hands of the fans and gets into the ring. He shakes his head in disgust at Logan Kincade before fist-pumping for the crowd

RJ: Nay Bother is perhaps a little shaken after the brutal chair shot he received on Sunday, but he will give it his all to win tonight.

MW: No matter what he gives, I am sure he will come up short.

‘Cinderella Man’ plays and the crowd give a huge cheer, Clarke James slowly steps out. He is smiling as he beats his chest. He runs down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He steps up to Chris Patricks and grins as he pushes him in the chest, Chris Patricks goes for him, but the referee pulls them apart.

RJ: Those two really don’t like each other, they will be out to hurt each other tonight.

Clarke James insists he starts to Nay Bother, Chris Patricks pats Logan on the back who licks his lips and shakes his head ready for the match. The bell rings and Logan and Clarke lock up in a test of strength, Logan pushes Clarke straight down and kicks him hard in the chest. He quickly grabs him around the chest and lifts him up to his feet, Logan headbutts Clarke and whips him across the ring, he smashes into the corner chest first, James smashes back and Logan connects with a hard German suplex.

MW: Impressive start from Logan, holding nothing back.

Logan runs his hands over the top of his head and punches the mat, he lifts Clarke up and knees him in the mid-section, then double axe handle over his back. He grabs hold of Clarke’s head and knees him in the face before clotheslining him to the mat and covering...

1....

2....!


Logan beats his chest and starts laughing as James kicks out. Clarke groggily gets to his feet and Logan goes for a big swinging punch, but Clarke ducks and spears Logan hard into the ropes. Clarke starts punching like a boxer in his chest area before kicking him in the gut and connecting with a DDT as the crowd give a big cheer, he covers...

1....

2....!


RJ: Clarke coming back into it.

Logan shoulders up and is quick to his feet and Clarke kicks him hard in the stomach, he chops him across the chest and whips him into the corner.

RJ: Clarke is putting Logan into that corner, tempting him to tag in Chris Patricks.

MW: That could be a mistake from James.

Logan is being pushed into the corner as Clarke punches him hard in the ribs, Chris Patricks slaps Clarke to loud boos and the referee goes to warn him.

RJ: That was disgusting from Chris Patricks...now Logan!

While the referee is distracted Logan low blows Clarke James who keels over, Logan goes for a pin.
1.......

2........kick out!

Logan punches the mat, he kicks Clarke in the head before stepping over and tagging in Chris Patricks. The former world champion climbs up to the top rope, and he goes for a 450 splash.

MW: 450 splash!

RJ: Clarke moved!

Chris crashes hard into the mat as Clarke rolls out of the way, James slowly pushes himself up as Chris steps up holding his ribs in pain. Chris kicks Clarke in the gut and then slaps him across his face, Chris grabs his head and connects with a neckbreaker. Clarke and Chris lay in the centre of the ring and start crawling towards each other’s corners. Clarke gets there first and tags in Nay to a big cheer, he runs across and gets to Chris. He drags him away from the corner and lifts him up connecting with a suplex.

RJ: Nay Bother with some smart wrestling skills there, clearly the chair shot didn’t affect his ability to think!

MW: Not that he had much of that ability in the first place...

Nay Bother goes for the pin.

1.........

2..........kick out!

Nay gets up and he starts urging for Chris to get up, he does and Nay goes for a clothesline, Chris ducks it and then connects with a spinning heel kick connecting hard with his chin. Nay falls down and Chris walks over to Clarke he starts arguing with him as he does.

RJ: Why does Chris have to do that?

The referee tries to pull them apart, Nay is getting up in the ring. He’s about to walk over when the crowd start booing, Logan is in the ring holding his Hardcore Championship. He slams it into the face of Nay Bother before sliding out of the ring. Chris quickly turns around and pins Nay.

1...........

2..............

3!

MW: Yes! Chris pins Nay Bother and wins!

RJ: How can you celebrate that? Clear cheating from Logan.

MW: Anything goes if the referee doesn’t see it!

RJ: Wait....that’s Blue Dragon!

Blue Dragon is stood on the ramp, a hoodie on, pulled up over his head. He stares down the ramp angry as Logan is in the ring with Chris grinning.

Chris Patricks is stood backstage as Clarke James apparocahes. James grabs Chris by the arm, spinning him round to face him...

CJ: So you think a few cheap victories here and there are gonna prove your point, Chris? You think THAT is gonna convince people that your better than me? Get over yourself.

CP: Get over myself? Please, James. You think cause you're all pally with JJ Johnson that suddenly you can come sit at my table, drink from my glass and eat where i eat? You're still a nothing, James. You still mean nothing to me. And soon enough your gonna realise that Chris Patricks is the man everyone in this company should look up to... not The Saint, not JJ, not TGA, and sure as hell, not you!

Patricks snaps in James face and the 2 men share an intrense staredown before Patricks walks off....

The screen shows JJ Johnson, Crime Lord, TGA and THe Saint heading to ringside, all four men looking focused before the screen flickers to see Cassius strolling out of his locker.

He moves down the hall, brushing past road agents and security who all step back.

He continues his walk, but stops in his tracks as he approaches Uryu's locker room. He stands outside, sniffing the air and the sick grin once again etches across his face. He begins to laugh to himself as the crews around him look on with concern.

He rocks his head side to side, turning and staring the people behind him before walking off towards ringside.

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman it’s time for our huge Main Event, and what a classic it could turn out to be.

MW: That’s right, RJ! 5 former world champions. So much history, so many current issues, this could implode right here!

RJ: It’s got caution written all over it, Mike. And no coming together will be more volatile than when Cassius Zhi and Uryu come face to face!!!

‘Remember The Name’ by Fort Minor blares from the speakers and the crowd erupt into cheers as JJ Johnson moonwalks onto the stage to adulation from the fans. He stands tall on the ramp and gives the coalition salute before running down the ramp and sliding under the ropes...

RJ: A huge ovation for JJ Johnson! He’ll be itching to show Saint he’s still Mr 6WF!

The crowd erupts and rises to its feet as “Just Close Your Eyes” blazes out around the arena , smoke billows around the top of the ramp and slowly TGA walks out onto the main stage and the cheers get even louder. The crowd go wild either side of him as he walks down the middle of the rampway to the ring, he climbs over the top rope and slaps hands with JJ Johnson before staring up the ramp...

MW: TGA looking more focused than I can ever recall! He wants to send a clear message to Crime Lord...

The crowd descend into huge boos as “Rain Wizard” plays out and Crime Lord slowly strides out onto the top of the ramp, the 6WF Undisputed Title wrapped firmly around his waist. He removes the belt and holds it up before storming down to the ring. He steps over the top rope into the ring eyeballing TGA. He raises the belt in the air and smirks at his opponents...

RJ: Crime Lord not about to let TGA win the mind games...

‘Monster’ by Skillet kicks in and the boos continue as The Saint strolls out onto the ramp. He flexes at the top of the stage, looking out with disgust at a JJ Johnson sign in the crowd. He slowly makes his way down as JJ Johnson paces in the ring, his attention focused on Saint...

MW: Four men in and this tension his is off the chart......but this could tip it over the edge.....

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘They Say’ blasts through the speakers. The crowd erupt in to deafening boos as Cassius Zhi saunters out on to the stage amongst a haze of white, gold and red pyro. He stand on the ramp, his neck twitching as a sadistic grin washes across his face, he looks over the stage and chuckles to himself before walking down the ramp...

RJ: This man is sick. Look at him! Absolutely no remorse for his actions!

MW: It’s a disgrace, RJ. And now Jessica has been fired by him, he’s completely lost it.

Cassius stares at each of the four men in the ring, he stops at the bottom of the ramp, shaking his head with venom before eyeballing across the ring at the announce table before snapping his neck back as ‘Those Who Fight Further’ sounds from the speakers...

RJ: Here we go, just 5 days removed Uryu and Cassius are about to come face to face...

The crowd erupt into cheers as pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. Cassius stares menacingly up at the ramp....

MW: Is he even here?

RJ: I dunno, Mike? You would’ve thought he would?

MW: You don’t think?

RJ: God no. Don’t be so melodramatic. We would’ve heard!

Cassius looks agitated as he stares up the ramp. The crowd get restless as they wait for Uryu to be appear but to no avail. The music ends and Cassius smirks, climbing on to the apron and positioning himself in the centre. He refuses to acknowledge his opponents, simply staring across the ring...

RJ: He looks completely zoned out. Like the lights are on but nobody is home. And with no Uryu out here this just became a 3 on 2 handicap match...
JJ and TGA discuss the situation before TGA heads to the centre, Crime Lord steps out and allows The Saint to start. He looks over at Cassius, shaking his head as the ref calls for the bell...

Ding, ding, ding!!

Saint and TGA lock up with both men battling to get the advantage. TGA spins round the back placing Saint in an arm lock. He wrenches it up but Saint fights back and reverses, pushing TGA towards the corner. Saint wrenches up the hold and TGA winces before the ref calls for them to break. He calls them back in and again they lock up, this time Saint spins round the back before driving a forearm into the lower back of his opponent, followed by another, Saint gets straight up and hits a Russian leg sweep before covering...

1....!

TGA shoulders up and Saint gets straight ton his feet, grabbing TGA up and pushing him into the corner. He bends and slams his shoulder into the gut of TGA repeatedly. TGA slumps back in the corner and Saint hits a quick snap mare and covers...

1....!

TGA kicks out quickly and Saint again goes back to work, picking TGA up hitting a scoop slam before dropping knees to the temple of TGA. Saint gets down on the mat placing TGA in a headlock. He tries to lock it in but TGA wriggles free and elbows Saint in the temple. TGA gets to his feet and hits a series of right hands to Saint, rocking him back, he whips him across the ring, Saint goes for a clothesline but TGA ducks, catching Saint with a big hiptoss, followed by another. Saint gets to his feet clutching his back as TGA tags in JJ Johnson to a huge pop....

RJ: Here we go..... oh come on!!!!

JJ steps into the ring but Saint wants no part of him, he turns and slaps Crime Lord who snarls before steeping in and locking up with JJ who hits a big forearm to the face and then monkey flips Crime Lord out of the corner. He stumbles to his feet and JJ floors him with a back body drop...

1.............

2....Kick out!

Crime Lord kicks out, JJ waits for Crime Lord to rise before placing him into a standing armbar. He then throws him to the mat with an arm drag, Crime Lord rises to his feet and JJ hits a big clothesline. Crime Lord rolls up and JJ goes for a 2nd clothesline but Crime Lord ducks underneath it, then hitting JJ with an implant DDT! Cover.

1...........

2......Kick out!

Crime Lord stomps down on JJ’s head, he then lifts him to his feet and whips him out across the ring, on the rebound he meets JJ with a forearm smash. Johnson stumbles up, Crime Lord nails a gorilla press slam and then goes into the cover nonchalantly, staring across at TGA...

1....

2....kick out!

Crime Lord gets to his feet as JJ kicks out, he mouths over to TGA before turning and looking at Cassius who is stood in the centre of the ring apron, his eyes transfixed and a sick grin across his face....Crime Lord walks over, slapping him on the side of the head and leaving the ring....

MW: Cassius in now, but he’s not even moving, ‘Arj?! Look at him, he’s completely unhuinged.....oh wait a second....

Cassius twists his head, looking over at Crime Lord with disdain, he takes a huge deep breath before nonchalantly walking across the ramp and slapping Saint across the back...

RJ: What the hell is he doing? He’s not even going to step in the ring?

Saint looks at Cassius in confusion before stepping in. Saint runs in going for a clothesline but JJ turns around and performs the splits to avoid the clothesline, he kips up and knocks Saint down with a clothesline of his own! Saint stumbles up, JJ boots him in the gut and nails a Samoan drop!

1...............

2..........Kick out!

RJ: JJ taking out some frustration on The Saint...

Saint is placed into a full nelson hold by JJ. He lifts Saint up, he goes for a full nelson slam but Saint blocks then hitting a jawbreaker. JJ falls into the ropes, Saint then runs in and spears JJ to the canvas!

He pummels away on the head of Johnson until the referee drags him away! Saint waits for JJ to rise before nailing a big boot. Cover.

1..............

2.........Kick out!

Saint proceeds to stomp away on the head of JJ, he then waits for him to rise before nailing a German suplex. He puts JJ into a seated abdominal stretch...

MW: Pumphandle slam!

1...............

2...........Kick out!

JJ kicks out, Saint tags in Crime Lord and the crowd boo loudly. Crime Lord steps into the ring, JJ runs at him and Crime Lord floors him with an STO! JJ stumbles back up, Crime Lord floors him with a suplex bridging over into the cover...

1.........

2......Kick out!

Cassius is seen staring over at The Saint as Crime Lord drags JJ to his feet. Crime Lord lifts up JJ and connects with a Fisherman’s suplex.

1..............

2.........Kick out!

Crime Lord drags up JJ, he hits a DDT. He bounces off the ropes...

MW: MAFIA MOW DOWN!

RJ: DUCKED!

JJ ducks and Crime Lord stumbles into the ropes. He turns to go for a belly to belly suplex but JJ blocks, then counters with a big belly to belly suplex of his own...

RJ: TAG!

TGA comes sprinting into the ring, he knocks Crime Lord down with a big clothesline. He stumbles up and TGA nails a 2nd big clothesline, Crime Lord gets to his feet and TGA hits a big boot. Cover...

1......

2......Kick out.

RJ: TGA on fire!

TGA drags Crime Lord to his feet, hitting a series of European uppercuts that back Crime Lord back against the ropes. He whips Crime Lord out across the ring, hitting a snap powerslam on the rebound. Crime Lord stumbles up and TGA connects with a running powerslam!

1 ...............

2............Kick out!

TGA waits for Crime Lord to rise...

MW: POWERBOMB!

RJ: This could be over!

1.......

2......Kick out.

Crime Lord shoulders, he rolls over as TGA waits for him to rise. Crime Lord scurries over making the tag to Saint who steps in, TGA smiles and makes the tag to JJ Johnson and the crowd pop. Saint turns round, looking at an exhausted Crime Lord, he walks over to Cassius who stares him dead, tilting his head with a deranged smile across his face, Saint goes to make the tag but Cassius shifts and smiles, Saint glares at him as Cassius returns to his postion....

RJ: He’s lost it, Wire. Look at the deranged look on his face. He’s got no desire to be out here, he just wants everyone else to suffer!

Saint turns round in disgust but walks straight into JJ Johnson who then fires off a series of big punches, his trademark boxing combination finishing things off backing Saint into the ropes. He whips him across the ring...

RJ: SPINEBUSTER!

JJ kips to his feet and the crowd pop hugely. Saint gets to his feet, he throws a groggy clothesline that Johnson easily ducks, he counters with a jawbreaker followed by a huge belly to belly suplex that sends Saint flying across the ring.


RJ: Johnson on fire!

1............

2........Kick out

Johnson gets to his feet and waits for The Saint to rise, he looks over at Cassius who is still stood motionless on the ring apron, he looks down at The Saint before Johnson lifts up The Saint, he whips him out across the ring again and connects with a leaping back elbow. Saint rises, JJ goes for the Fade to Black but Saint shoves him away and tags Crime Lord...


RJ: Where the hell is he going??

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


MW: He’s leaving Crime Lord to fend for himself!!

The Saint walks up the ring, grinning back at Johnson who stares on with rage in his eyes, Crime Lord turns round and JJ lifts up Crime Lord he goes for the VIP experience but Crime Lords drops down the back and shoves JJ to the corner, who tags TGA to a huge pop! Crime Lord turns to tag Cassius who has moved to the corner, Crime Lord berates his partner as he turns round...

RJ: WHAT THE HELL!?!

MW: SHOCKWAVE!!!!

Cassius grabs Crime Lords arm as he turns away and hits a vicious Shockwave sending the Champion crashing back in to TGA...

RJ: HELL AND BACK!

Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Crime Lord spins round from the shockwave and TGA catches him with a vicious black hole slam. He wastes no time in covering....


1.....

2.....

3.....!

Ding, ding, ding!!

RJ: TGA! TGA Pinned the Champion!!!

‘Just Close Your Eyes’ erupts from the speakers and the crowd roar with approval as JJ and TGA celebrate in the ring. TGA looks down at the prone body of Crime Lord and smiles to himself. He and JJ look over at Cassius who is stood again in the centre of the ring apron. They shake their heads and exit the ring as Cassius steps in the ring, looking down at Crime Lord who begins to stir and roll out of the ring...

RJ: Something has snapped in this man, Mike. This paranoid, delusional man has finally broken. The anarchy etched in his smile. He’s not safe....

Cassius watches as Crime Lord rolls from the ring, he looks up at Cassius who smiles down, twitching his neck and rubbing his head.....

Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

......

RJ: URYU! URYU IS BACK!!!

‘Those Who Fight Further’ blares through the speakers and the crowd rise to their feet as eventually Uryu walks out on to the ramp. Cassius turns instantly, his eyes wild with delight.

MW: We didn’t think he was going to be here! What’s he going to do........HE’S GOING AFTER CASSIUS!!!!

Uryu stares at the top of the ramp, his eyes heavy and his face unshaven, he looks around before sprinting down the ramp, sliding under the ropes, he gets straight to his feet, going nose to nose with Cassius who’s sick grin is more pronounced than ever....

RJ: Oh no, Uryu.....come on!! Take revenge god dammit!!!

The two men stand nose to nose, Cassius seething, begging Uryu with his eyes to hit him. Uryu breathes heavier, his eyes moving from Cassius’ stare to looking at the floor and his body language changes....

MW: Oh no, this is not good, Uryu is broken. Everything he had has been taken away from him...

Uryu slumps back. He wipes his face and stares up at the menacing grin of Cassius, he steps back as Cassius’ eyes light up....

RJ: SHOCKWAVE! MY GOD WHAT A SHOT!

Cassius snaps, levelling Uryu with a devastating Shockwave....

MW: Can you believe this, ‘Arj!!

Cassius stands over Uryu, a sick, deranged grin eteched across his face...

RJ: This man is sick. He needs help! Uryu is in no fit state to be out here, let alone taking a vicious shockwave...

MW: Someone has to stop him..........

RJ: This guy????

MW: Oh thank god. Maybe the powers that be have finally seen sense and are going to put an end to this thing.

The boo’s ring out as ‘Run This Town’ blares from the speakers and Danny McGraw strides on to the stage. Cassius’ face turns to one of agitation as the General Manager of 6WF looks down the ramp...

DM: Cassius, enough is enough.

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

DM: I understand your frustration, Cassius. I can see that we haven’t helped you the way we should. After your breakdown last time the signs should’ve been there for all to see, but we got caught up in making changes, not focusing on the issues in front of our very eyes. See, while the 6WF Universe is out here baying for your blood. Willing me on to do the right thing, I think it’s time to accept responsibility for the situation we find ourselves in.

RJ: What the hell is he saying?

DM: See I’m not just sorry for Clarissa, Cassius. And I’m not just sorry for Uyru. I’m not even sorry for the fans who get to witness this truly great implosion of rage that’s burning through you. Cassius, it’s you I’m sorry for. Sorry that I have to do what I’m going to have to do next.

MW: What’s going on, RJ?

DM: Cassius, I’m afraid I have no choice. It’s at the request of the Board of Directors that I announce that I am sorry I have to suspend you indefinitely from active competition for the assault on Clarissa at Against The Wall....

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

RJ: YES! YES! YES! JUSTICE!!!

Crowd: BYE BYE, CASSY! CASSY, BYE BYE!

Cassius turns red with rage and begins pacing round the ring, his neck twitching as he rubs his head in frustration, he stops in the centre, looking down at the prone body of Uryu. He bends down on his knee, looking deep into his eyes....

DM:............But!

RJ: But?

MW: But what?

DM: Whilst I completely understand the Board’s decision and will of course respect it, it leaves me with somewhat of a dilemma. See, Cassius, in one shocking, career altering moment, you became the most valuable commodity this business has. That aggression, that unpredictability, that carnal urge to hurt and maim anything in your path is something that shouldn’t be chained up. It shouldn’t be cast aside or treated on the chez longue of an overpaid psychiatrist. No, Cassius. It should be harnessed and pinpointed on its true target.

See Cassius, I reward eccentricity. I look to the outspoken ones of our business to carry us through, to lead us to the top of the pile. I want to embrace those demons within you. That’s why, next week on Lockdown I’m going to give you a chance at redemption. I am going to propel fate to the forefront of your mind and let YOU, Cassius, YOU define your next path...

RJ: I don’t like this one bit, Mike.

DM: See next week, Cassius. In that very ring........for the number one contender to the 6WF Undisputed Champion, the man who will face Crime Lord at Explosion........it will be, TGA......

*Crowd Pop*

DM: Against Uryu Ishida....

*Crowd Pop*

DM: With Cassius Zhi as the special guest referee!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cassius gets to his feet, staring down the ring at McGraw, the sick smile returning.....

RJ: My god! You’ve gotta be kidding me! It’s like a lamb to the slaughter. Next week, Uryu versus TGA and that man will be in control of Uryu’s destiny. McGraw just sent Satan to the playground, and my god this unbelievable.

Lockdown goes off the air with Cassius staring down at Uryu.