Lockdown Card - 21/04/2011

The camera cuts backstage into a long and darkened corridor. On the walls can be seen pictures hanging, the images on them are however unclear. A light flickers on and the room is light up before General Sanchez walks onto screen.
“Hi 6WF fans, I know you’ll all be wondering where I am at this moment but it will all become clear in time. I just want to start off and thank you all for that extra boost at last week’s Lockdown. I picked up a massive victory and I am hopeful that I have shut up that idiot Dr Shoe. It was great to have a new challenge in the form of Acer. I am however disappointed to have been put up against Mark Palmer this week, he has been shown before that he isn’t good enough for this roster. His attack at Shutdown on my good friend Dexter was disgusting and why McGraw continues to give people like this a place on the roster is completely beyond me.”
“Now, to reveal where I am. I am stood in the 6WF’s version of the Hall of Fame corridor. I am here to look at the men that grace this corridor and more importantly, the men that do not.”
Sanchez begins to walk down the corridor looking at the pictures, as he does he reveals the person.
“JJ Johnson.. Jerome Dubois.. River Ace .. Rock v2”
He then stops, looks back into the camera and begins to talk.
“The one man that I always enjoy not seeing on this corridor and hope to never see him grace it is Cassius Zhi.”
Sanchez laughs to himself, pretending to wipe a tear from his face.
“I have thoroughly enjoyed watching his promos over the last few weeks, they have made me a very happy man. Don’t you all think that he is slowly losing it? As each week passes another brick crumbles from his fortress. He sees it himself, he can see that he is losing everything that made him what he was. His so called ‘friends’ and that little hooker have all lost their patience with him. They can see Cassius for what he truly is, a coward. They simply don’t want to know him. He lost his World Title at Let It Rock and you could see how much it hurt him. I did nothing but laugh at his pathetic whimpering. We are all slowly seeing you for what you are and at the end of it all you will have nothing left. His actions at Shutdown were no far from complete insane, I hope that Lex Hart and Perfect Jack give him the beating of his life. I will make sure that Cassius continues to crumble, mark my words. HOORA!!!”
General is seen then suddenly seen noticing something in the distance.
Unknown : “Hey, you shouldn’t be here.. Get out!!”
General then begins to run down the corridor and a security guard flies past the camera.

“GET BACK HERE!!!!”

Lpl walks out to the ring in a mexican flag shirt and jeans. The crowd boo heavily.

'Success. Success is a favourable outcome. Success is my aim and what I will acheive in 6wf. But how do you measure success. Some people measure it by the items you own. The car you drive, the house you own, the suits you wear and the accesories you have.'

He goes to one side of the ring and looks out into the audience.

'Maybe less people than I thought do that. That fat man in the front row must have spent less on his clothes than I do on my cat. I don't particularly think much of the old bangers I saw outside either. That's not how I want to be judged though.

Cos we all know if that was how success was judged I'd be one of the most successful men in this company. I'm not careful with money, I spend it as I get it unlike some of them so I drive a flash car. I go speeding past you peasents laughing as your nissan micra edges along at the side of the road.

My success is going to be measured by the amount of titles I win in this company. By the amount of people that say my name when I've been retired for 10 years. And no one will get in the way of my success. I will get my success because I deserve it. The losses now will be paled in significance to the future, my future! Success is the only option!'

He chucks the mic on the floor and walks out

The camera cuts to backstage where Hero is sat in the Church. Around him Zachariah, Xeres and Vlad are busy clearing up the remains of Hero’s party, the head of the Lex Hart piñata lies at Hero’s feet.

H: Longinus! Longinus! Where are you? Bring me the match card!

From the back out rushes Longinus carrying a piece of paper, he hastidly passes it over to Hero who looks down the list for Lockdown.

H: Oh for the love of Hero! Why do I have to face him again?

Longinus looks concerned.

L: My Lord? Is there a problem with your opponent? Is he someone that could prove a concern, is he a rival to your omnipotent power?

H: No Longinus, it’s Solomon Riddick, you can something prepared, you can be ready to go toe to toe, man to man, nose to nose in a mic off and instead you get to watch a 20 minute video of him sat on a mountain waffling on about Quetzacotal, Baali or Osiris.

L: Who?

H: Exactly! How are you meant to comeback on that? He starts jabbering on about Mumm-ra the everliving or something whilst a thousand ravens fly past him to the Ride of the Valkries, telling you how his win will result in a great plague that’ll sweep the land and cast 6WF into a world of darkness for a thousand days and nights and what can you hit him back with?

L: Erm....your mum?

H: Might as well! I’ve tried goading him, tried parodies, nothing. Guarantee you right now he’ll be getting the props ready on top of Angel Falls in Venuzala with lighting crashing down around him to tell us that the end of the world is nigh and his long dead God is coming to consume our souls.

L: But why does he worship Gods that are no longer about when in front of me stands the Greatest God ever known? The true God, the most benevolant one! The Lord of all Creation!

H: Because he’s a jackass. He’d be half decent if given the right guidance, the right path to follow, he wishes to bow down at the feet of a God yet in I, in Hero, he has that most golden opportunity. He could worship me!

L: Praise Hero!

H: Praise Hero indeed! Now if this self absorbed loony wants to hang about with long gone idols he can, because come Thursday that’s what he’ll be, a distant memory of forgotten times.
This is Now,
this is Here,

L: This is Sparta?

Hero slaps Longinus over the back of the head.

H: No...this is Hero. I am the one true God in 6WF, no others. And come Lockdown Solomon will be praying at my feet.

The scene opens with the camera filming a familiar house in the south France over looking the Cap D’antibes. As the Camera zooms in closer Dubois is seen leaning over his balcony with as his servant comes up behind Dubois and presents to him a glass of champagne.

JD: Ahhhh merci Baptiste.

B: Derriens Mr.Dubois.

Dubois takes a sip and put the glass down on a nearby table and then turns to the camera.

JD: Aaahhhh mes amis.....Welcome to my home! Welcome to zis place where it all began! Welcome to Dubois domaine! You see mes amis it is here dat Dubois comes before every big event and make no mistake about it Lockdown is one of ze biggest events in my career. Lockdown is ze moment where two people enter dat ring. Where two people who have history.....Two people who sold out arena’s....where two will lay down everyding zey have to earn ze Right to Fight! You see ze reason why I take you to zis historic location is because one of ze greatest feuds in ze 6WF history will meet each other for ze first time in over 2 years.....You see mes amis to people who know zis industry best, zey will know dat over 2 years ago a star was born.....because you see it was when i decided to viciously assault Ze Saint dat my career reach new heights. It was dat very night in early June 2009 where I took zis, (Dubois reveals his lead pipe which still today has Saint blood on it) and I smack it across ze skull of one of ze greatest 6WF men. Now till today people don’t understand why i did what i did back zen but ze answer is very simple. In order to climb a mountain, you show grit, determination, passion, and desire......at ze time nobody knew who I was but I knew dam well it was only a matter of time before I made a name for myself. But ze question was how? How got I get noticed? How could i make an impact? ANd dat is when it came to me....Dat is when i knew I had a chance when I saw ze Saint. You see Sainty back in 2009 was a phenomenal superstar he was ze man dat everyone wanted to be! So dat is when i knew in order to be notice i need to lay out ze biggest and baddest dog in ze yard. And i did exactly dat.....Mes amis i did someding dat night dan no man has been able to do.....i was able to outsmart Sainty and i was able to make look noding more dan an ordinary human being........And it was from dat very night dat Sainty and I went across arena’s selling out crowds, giving everyding we had in order to prove who was ze top man in zis company.....While it made had taken a spear from ze top of ze stair case I stand here today as a better wrestler because of it. And due to zat i Say Thank You Saint.....

JD: Thank You Saint for being just another stepping stone towards my Destiny!!!!! Hahahaha Saint don’t dink for a single second dat you and I are done! You won ze battle back in 2009 but zis is a completely different playing field! Ze Dubois dat you see today is a new a man a new man with a hell of a lot of fight! A man who has crowds, and arena’s chanting his name and backing me! A man who is currently a champion!!!! Saint dere is no doubt you still have ze ability to give me one hell of a match but lets not lie to each other here.....You are just a shadow of your former self! You have allowed yourself to slip away from ze spotlight and crumble into just an a simple predictable wrestler, and come Lockdown i will show dat! You see Saint it is no longer ze time for former 6WF legends....your time has come and gone.....and it is time for a new era ze 6CW men era......look at ze roster mon ami! We have 3 yes 3 former 6CW men in ze ring as champions and say’s someding about ze caliber and ze superior ability of ze 6CW men! You see back in ze 6WF 2 years ago it was ze same old same old! Same people winning ze title same predictable results while in ze mean time people like Perfect Jack, Me, and Lex were growing bigger and better in 6CW and now we have returned and made our impact felt by sending shockwaves throughout ze 6WF core.....And look what has happened we have exposed all ze 6WF legends as being noding more dan mere average wreslters...People like Cassius, Hero, And now you! And I will show dat exactly why come Lockdown Because mon ami zis time ze story will be a little different.....it will have to take more dan just a mere spear from ze top of a flight of stairs to keep me down....Sainty.....come Lockdown when i come down zat ramp I will be coming for you! But i won’t be coming alone!

Dubois smiles into the camera as he shows off the lead pipe again and points to the camera.

-The camera shifts from Dubois sitting in his mansion to The Saint staring aghast at what he has just witnessed. The crowd can be heard cheering for The Saint.-

The Saint: What in the world was that?!

Nostalgia...The most nullifying tool at a mans disposable. I used to do this, it made me big, it made me strong, it made me sleep in my overly sized French room, in my overly sized French bed, on my own, without my overly sized French mother kissing me goodnight and saying the monster in that overly sized French cupboard isn't that scary and won't gobble me up whilst I sleep!...

You see, Jerome, as you can probably tell, I'm not a man for nostalgia. I talk about previous achievements, but that's because I have the accolade's to do so.

But you, sitting there in your mansion, with your led pipe come s-x toy, claiming taking me out constantly almost two years ago is your defining career moment, that it made you a man, that it made you somebody is both laughable and ridiculous at the same time.

You Jerome Dubois, are nothing! Absolutely nothing. Yet you have the front to say that it's The Saint that is no longer what he was, that it's me on the slide, it's my career that is no longer what it was. This comes from the man who's been in and out of this company so much he's more of a skidmark than a legend here!

Don't play me down Dubois, I had monday off, I'm fresh, I'm relaxed, I'm on an unbeaten streak since Let it Rock, I'm reinvigorated, renewed and more importantly, Jerome. I have gold in my sights!

And god help the man who tries to prevent me from getting my hands on another World Championship.

So stick your gratitude, your lead pipe, your ornate furnishing and just come to that ring Thursday prepared for the inevitable...

Divine Intervention and the realisation that all the time in the world in a pathetic, nothing federation means nothing when you're out gunned and out classed by The Ultimate Weapon!

The scene changes to a backstage area where a press conference has been set up. The only nameplate on the front desk reads “Mr Freshers Ball, Dexter Morgan” as the press anxiously await his arrival. He appears from the back dressed smartly in a suit, carrying his orange briefcase which he places on the table facing the press. He looks agitated as he sits to take questions.

Dexter’s Representative: “I’d just like to say welcome and thank you to everyone that has turned up today. Mr Morgan has kindly taken some time out of his busy schedule to answer any questions you may have for him. First question?”

Press officer 1: “Dexter, how did you feel about your loss this week on Shutdown?”

D: “Wow, great opening, could have asked me something positive? Well of course I’m not happy losing, especially to two washed up has-beens. I have to say though if you actually watched the match on Monday night I was the more impressive competitor of the tag team. Dubois let me down and struggled against weaker opposition, I think he’s more concentrated on the Fight for the Right tournament if you ask me”

Press officer 2: “On the subject of the Fight for the Right tournament, are you unhappy that you are not featuring? Who do you think will win it?”

D: “I’m not unhappy, no. I’m focused on bettering my in ring ability at the moment and getting wins under my belt so that would have been an unkind distraction to me. I can’t expect to climb the ladder that quickly and am happy with what I have achieved so far, and there’s much more to come from me over the next few weeks let me tell you! As for who I think will win, that would be The Saint. I know about his past achievements and know that deep down he still has it, and he’s starting to come good over the last few weeks, particularly with that impressive victory over Solomon Riddick at Let It Rock two weeks ago. The only problem with this tournament as we have seen so far is that it’s infested with the Church of Hero. Cheap wins and interferences aplenty, we all saw Hero had to have literally the whole Church help him to victory on Monday”

Press officer 3: “You say there’s much more to come over the next few weeks Dexter, what do you mean by that?”

D: “Well for those of you that haven’t noticed I still have this (points to the briefcase). Still yet to cash in and biding my time, but I’m literally itching to prove I can step up and take some gold. I have a big 8 man tag match this Thursday involving two of the champs I’ve targeted, Blue Dragon and Chaos, so they need to be on their toes at all times.”

Press officer 4: “Which title are you going after Dexter?”

D: “The Hardcore Title. The European Title. The Freeweight Title. All of them. That’s the beauty of this, I get to use it on any title of my choosing. That’s why I’m keeping my options open and learning what I can about my opponent’s weaknesses. I’m also showing them all week in week out what I’m capable of so they know if I’m going to cash in against them, It’s gonna get bloody!”

Dexter’s Representative: “We haven’t got any more time unfortunately folks, thank you for all your questions!”

The camera's go to the ring where Mark Palmer is standing, being greeted by chorus's of boo's.

MP: After Much speculation Max Adamson did enter my well!

Crowds: You Suck! You Suck!

MP: Back to the matter in hand! i have been given a opportunity to once again prove myself to the doubters. I use to have alot of respect for sanchez until he runs his mouth about me. well lets see how he fairs in the ring with ME!
i dont care what people think of me. I will be the best!

Palmer leaves the ring and he is deafened by the sound of Booing

As Mark Palmer is leaving up the ramp the front of the arena is shown on the big screen. Palmer stops dead in his tracks looking horrified at what is about to happen. Dexter Morgan is controlling a wrecking ball which is hovering over Mark Palmer’s well. He smashes the well to pieces with the wrecking ball as he laughs maniacally. He then gets into a cement pourer and fills the well to the brim with cement.

D: “Payback’s a biznatch eh, Palmer?”

Chris is sitting in his dressing room watching Dexter Morgan wrecking Palmers Well, when he screams at the telly

Chris: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!, Dexter you clown...my phone was still down there

Chris slumps down on his chair

Chris: First, Clarissa kicks me in the nackers, then Morgan buries my phone...can this day get any worse

Chris picks up an ice pack and puts it on his groin area and sighs

Cassius is backstage, walking down the corridor, looking around anxiously. He takes quick gulps of green tea. Zhi turns a corner and finds his route blocked by Miss Jessica, with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.

Miss Jessica : What the hell were you thinking Zhi?

Cassius looks around confused, takes a sip of tea, then looks back to Jessica. She sees someone coming the other way so grabs him by the arm and takes him into a small dark room. She takes out her phone to light the dark space then whispers to Cassius.

Miss Jessica : You have a rematch clause for your TAW Title... Do you seriously think beating up the champion before he can even get to the ring for a match is the best way to keep it? Because believe me, I have totally gross first hand experience of what keeps the Board of Directors happy - and its not stunts like that!

Cassius cocks his head inquisitively. He takes the phone and illuminates his face creepily. A sly grin forms on his face.

Cassius : You're right - of course you are. But fear not - I have a better plan for this week on Lockdown.

I face Perfect Jack AND Lex Hart in a triple threat match... on the face of it, a tough task against two world champions. However, I can assure you that the task they face will be tougher. Because this merely means that on Lockdown there will be nowhere for either of them to hide from my long overdue wrath... nowhere for either of them to hide from the truth that I am the greatest athlete in this company's history and its true World Champion... and most importantly of all - nowhere for either of them to hide... Abercorn.

Miss Jessica rolls her eyes

Cassius : So here's the plan Jess.

Cassius takes an excited gulp of tea

Cassius : Whist I'm out there showing the world that not only am I greater than either world champion, but even greater than both of them put together... You, will search high and low for that lowlife Abe, then bring him to me.

Just like old times - you provide the sweetest of honey for the most deadly of traps... what do you say?

Cassius leans in to inhale the scent around her neck and Jessica enjoys it for a moment, then she pushes his chin away with her finger. She thinks for a moment then plays along, manipulatively.

Miss Jessica : I suppose I can do that... It might cost you though.

She runs a hand across his chest and licks her lips

Cassius : Should you find Abercorn... You can have anything you desire.

Jessica flicks her hair and gives Cassius a seductive pouting smile then goes to leave the dark room. Cassius puts a hand on the door and looks at Jessica with cold eyes.

Cassius : By the way - I hope your "desire" for Lex is not derived from his boyish good looks Jessica. Because I've been waiting a long time for this opportunity - and I'm going to make the most of it.

He'll look as messed up as the other Hart's once I'm finished.

Cassius and Jessica stare at each other, Cassius sinisterly and Jessica admiringly, then she giggles to herself as she leaves. Cassius finishes his tea in the dark.