6CW Anarchy 13/2 - Results

The 6CW logo appears on screen and ‘Here comes the Boom’ kicks in. The fans inside the Copper Box go crazy as fireworks and strobe lights cross the air as 6CW Anarchy starts with a bang.

The camera shows Henry and Harold Lloyd at the commentary table

HA: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the third edition of 6CW Anarchy. I am Harold Lloyd and I am joined by my brother Henry and we are live on ESPN UK from the Copper Box in Hackney in the East end of London an area known for its love of fighting and Henry just listen to these fans.

HE: Harold there may only be about half of the seven thousand capacity here tonight but they are definitely making themselves heard. The last two shows have been full of high octane performances in the ring and shocking developments outside and these fans are hoping that tonight won’t be any different

HA: If tonight’s card is anything to go by then we can expect another awesome display of professional wrestling. However I am sure that our GM Dean Andrews is hoping that things quieten down a little outside the ring after the events of last week.

HE: Yes Harold we are only just coming to terms with the firing of Jerome Dubois, the resignation of Daniel Reilly and the backstage attack on Gazzy D. I really don’t think I can take any more

HA: Well hold onto your hat Henry because who knows what we have in store tonight

Backstage Dean Andrews is sat in his office, he is leant back in the chair with his legs on the desk, and he is on his mobile phone

DA: What? No – Good riddance to both of them if you ask me
Dubois has achieved nothing in years. I only invited him back because of his history with 6CW, more trouble than he’s worth. He says he oozes class but to me what he oozes is something brown and a hell of a lot smellier

Reilly?? – I honestly had nothing against the guy but he has made his bed. Yes he had achieved great things in 6CW but that was in the past. This is my 6CW; you don’t tell me how it is going to be. I set the direction for this company not some jumped up little ego

Nope no chance!!!! I heard he was looking to relocate to America but I think that was all just rumours started by his own representatives, there was talk of TNA and some of the big players but I can’t see it myself. What does he bring to the table??

We are better off without him. Have you seen the action on offer so far??

There are a few that have caught my eye and I think we are putting together a roster of high quality.

Of course I’m still looking for more. I want the best
I want 6CW to be the best

The scene ends with Andrews still on the phone

Blade is sat in his locker room when there is a knock at the door
B: Come in

The door slowly opens and in walks Team Extreme Dylan and Cody Wright

B: Well if it isn’t the house hunters, are you here to take me up on my offer??

DW: Dude your tapped in the head - Did you really expect us to live in a cardboard box, bro, one two many bangs to the head?

Blade looks put out
B: What was wrong? I’ve slept there all this week. Comfier than a Premier Inn and no chance of bumping into Lenny Henry

The Wright brothers clearly have no idea who Blade is referring to
B: Unless of course he thinks you’re a comic relief charity case, then he might pop by but he might bring One Direction or Cheryl Cole with him

DW: Do you just literally open your mouth without any idea of what might fall out??
I’ve had broads with less to say than you; actually all the broads put together have had less to say than you

Cody steps across his brother
CW: Look Blade we are very grateful for your ‘kind’ offer but we wanted to come and say thanks but no thanks face to face
We are looking for something a little classier; your tastes are a little simpler than ours, maybe it’s something to do with being from up north – No offence of course

Blade shakes his head
B: You young uns don’t know what you’re missing out on, but I tell you what I’ll keep it off the market just a little longer just in case you change your mind but then I’ll have to put the for sale sign back up – places like these don’t stay empty for long

Cody and Dylan look on strangely and start to back towards the door

B: See you later D man looking forward to our match, should be cowabunga!!!!

The brothers smile nervously as they leave the room

Blade sits back down, grinning ear to ear

B: Ha Ha these kids are so easy to wind up, what do they take me for??

Blade turns and picks up a magazine
B: Right, might catch up on a bit telly before my match

The camera focuses on a cardboard box in the corner of the room that has had the front cut out, there are bottle tops glued on the side and scribbled next each one are the numbers one to five

B: Ooooh Home and Away

Blade picks up a small card board remote control and aims it towards the ‘TV’

B: Argh I’ve missed the beginning

The scene fades with Blade attempting to change the channel once more

Roman Azrael is standing in his brand new locker room inside the 6CW arena. He is standing by his mirror and examining his masked reflection before turning back to face the camera.

Azrael: And now this is where the journey shall truly begin, for me. I have exorcised the demons of my past life and I have moved on from the trials and tribulations that were forced upon me.

I ended years of suffering with one brief moment of solace and now I am restored. I am content and at peace with everything that has gone before, now I prepare to write a new chapter in a bright and wonderous future.

Last week, feeling the adrenaline rush of my first ever 6CW match, to have the fans screaming my name brought me back to a land that time seemed to have forgotten in my mind. It was simply breath-taking to know that I have waited so long for this moment and now it has arrived, and it felt as though I had never been away.

Ring rust and a few cobwebs were on display but I expected nothing less, but as the weeks go by I will pull myself free of their restraints and the pressure to perform will be replaced by confidence and never-ending determination.

I feel strong, I feel healthier than ever before....and although the so-called "prime" may have abandoned me in a hospital bed, I believe that this may become my true road to El Dorado....I see nothing but shining gold upon the horizon.

I know obstacles will follow me wherever I shall go, and there are many tests between here and that highly coveted mountain top but the harder I train, the more I fight, the more prepared I will be for what lies around the next corner. This has been my desire....my dream and my goal since I was a small child....and no matter how many times I have been told I was not worthy, I refuse to accept that as the undeniable truth.

I bring heart, soul, spirit and God-given talent to the fray....I fight for what is right, for the sense of my own personal justice....and as long as I stick to my code, to my own principles and morals then I know there will be no mistakes and there will be no disappointments. I am strict in my methods....I have mapped out my entire scenario and although setbacks can never be accounted for....I have no doubts in my mind that when I say I will be triumphant in my quest for glory, I speak nothing but the truth.

*Azrael adjusts his mask as he looks into the mirror once more

Azrael: Marty Helms.....this is a direct message that I would advise you to listen to very carefully. You are a talented individual but you are misguided and you are fighting with a sense of purpose that is going to end in tragedy, for you.

You are preparing for this fight as though your life depends on it, you are dedicating every aspect of your soul to this conflict and I am afraid that you will not reach your desired result with that outlook. Sure, a man who fights with nothing to lose is certainly dangerous...but he is also careless and prone for counter, your demeanour shall betray you.

Because this is not the prison yard anymore and your roughhouse approach will not save you from our impending battle. You wish to make a name for yourself, I do not doubt that, but unfortunately you are going to have to wait a little longer for your crowning achievement.....because I do not scare easily, and you leave no trace of fear upon me, despite what you may think.

You got a first hand glimpse of what I am capable of two weeks ago.....and with fourteen days past I am even further on my road to recovery, time will not fare you well.

But I anticipate your challenge and I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield....because win, lose or draw, this will be a match that will have everyone talking.

Tonight we will fight....and tonight....you shall fall!

*Azrael breathes deeply and his eyes blink as the scene fades out to darkness

We go to commercials

Back from commercials

Henry: Welcome back ladies and gentleman our first match up sees two long time servants of 6CW face off in Yarmouth Blade and Dylan Wright!

Harold: I just can’t see Dylan Wright beating Blade here tonight, if this was a tag team match up, put your money on Dylan, but it’s not!

Henry: Let’s not call this just yet, we know Dylan is one of the most exciting superstars we have here in 6CW, and his arsenal of high flying moves really excites the fans!

Harold: We’ll see then won’t we?

‘Six Barrel Shotgun’ screams out of the speakers and the crowd start cheering as Dylan Wright comes running out from the back. The crowd backs him as he runs down the ramp, he slides into the ring and climbs up to the top rope. He raises his arms in the air as the crowd continues to cheer him.

Henry: Dylan has come out here, full of energy as always. Will he be able to pick up a win though?

Harold: He’s come out without his tag team partner and brother, Cody Wright, which is a sure sign that Dylan wants to get a win without help!

‘I Do What I Want’ blasts out around the arena as light fills the arena. The crowd erupt into cheers as Yarmouth walks out and stretches his arms out, he slaps the hands of his fans as he jogs down the ramp, he climbs up the steps of the ring and gets into the ring as Dylan is sparring with the air on the spot. Blade climbs to the top rope and pulls his T-shirt off, throwing it into the crowd before climbing back down.

Harold: Yarmouth Blade looks ready to beat Dylan Wright, focused as usual.

Henry: He may be focused, but Dylan has too much natural ability for that to make a difference in this match.

Both men shake hands as the bell rings out and Dylan quickly takes Blade out with a surprise attack, kneeing him in the gut. As soon as Blade falls to the mat, Dylan starts knee dropping him. Dylan grabs James and lifts him to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Dylan charges towards Blade and connects with a hard knee to his chest before connecting with a bulldog. The fans begin to applaud and Dylan turns to thank them before he turns around.

Henry: What a beautiful belly to belly suplex from Yarmouth Blade there!

Harold: Dylan needs to pay more attention on this match!

Blade gets up after the big suplex, and he waits for Dylan to get up before hitting a drop kick and then grabs Dylan’s leg. He stomps on the knee before dragging it to the corner. Blade slides out of the ring and grabs Dylan’s leg; he slams it against the ring post, and then pulls it around the post, as Dylan screams out in pain. Blade gets back into the ring; he climbs up to the middle rope and then jumps off stomping on Dylan’s leg. Blade pulls Dylan back to his feet and then hits a suplex, bridging it into a pin.

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Harold: Close call for Blade there, he’s targeting high flying Wright’s legs clearly.

Yarmouth Blade gets back to his feet and urges Dylan to get back up, when he does he goes for a spine buster but Dylan manages to get over it and then hits a neck breaker on Blade, before grabbing hold of his arm and hitting a nice spike DDT. Dylan rolls Blade onto his back and hooks the leg.

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

The referee tells Dylan it was a two count who is frustrated. Dylan gets back to his feet, his leg seems to almost just flop as he gets up, but he balances himself before holding the back of his knee. When Blade groggily gets back to his feet, Dylan hits a quick hip toss and then Blade gets back up again. Dylan connects with a second hip toss and as Blade lands, he cleverly rolls to the outside.

Harold: Ouch! Another hip toss from Dylan, and Yarmouth has rolled out of the ring after that one.

Henry: Smart from Blade, he needs to just catch his breath a little.

As Blade uses the announcer’s table to stay on his feet, Dylan looks around the arena at the fans who are chanting his name, and smiles. Dylan runs against the ropes before sprinting towards the opposite end of the ring and he dives through the middle ropes smashing into Blade, both men are out on the outside, their backs leaning against the announcer’s table, as the referee begins counting. Dylan really groggily now gets back to his feet. He grabs Blade by his head and slams it down on the announcer’s table as the referee continues to count both men out. Dylan rolls Blade back into the ring and then uses the steps to climb up to the top rope. He signals around the ring that he is going to go for a Swanton Bomb.

Harold: Swanton Bomb!

Henry He’s got it, Harold, he’s got it!

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Harold: No! Foot on the rope! FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Blade’s foot just gets onto the bottom rope in time. The referee is trying to explain to Dylan who looks frustrated about the decision. He takes a step back and looks at Blade; he takes a few more steps back before going for the running drop kick. As Dylan goes for the running kick though, his leg fails to hold and he falls to one knee. This allows Blade to use the ropes to help himself up. Dylan screams out in fury before going to punch Blade, but Yarmouth just about manages to pull the ropes down and Wright falls to the outside.

Henry: Dylan Wright is outside of the ring after failing to hit that running drop kick.

Dylan gets up on the outside and slams the apron angrily; suddenly Blade connects with a nasty baseball slide on Dylan who takes it straight to the jaw and then falls backwards, his head smashing against the fan barrier. Blade climbs out of the ring and then grabs The Dylan. He chops him against his chest before whipping him straight into the steel steps. Dylan manages to dodge them though, and then as Blade comes running at him he connects with a quick DDT onto the steel steps. Blade’s skull drilling into the hard steel.

Henry: Is that the turning point of this match?

Harold: It well could be, Blade has taken a lot of damage already.

Dylan rolls back into the ring as the referee’s count gets to 5.

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Harold: C’mon Blade! Don’t let him win this way!

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Blade groggily gets back to his feet and stumbles towards the ring.

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There is a huge cheer around the ring as Blade manages to roll back into the ring just before the referee’s ten count. Dylan looks frustrated and starts stomping on Blade. Dylan lifts Blade up and whips him towards the ropes, Blade shocks the fans as he springboards off of the ropes. He is met with a kick to the jaw from Dylan though who hits an impressive drop kick in mid air. Dylan is quick to grab hold of Blade and lock in an Boston Crab.

Henry: Blade is taking a lot of punishment from Dylan here!

Harold: Dylan very very rarely uses submission holds!

Blade cries out in pain as Dylan locks in the excruciating hold, the crowd are willing Blade not to submit to the submission manoeuvre as Dylan screams at Blade to quit. Dylan keeps putting more pressure into the hold as Blade holds on. Blade is desperately holding on and Dylan is getting increasingly frustrated by this. Blade looks closer to passing out than submitting. Dylan suddenly gets angry at Blade not giving up and breaks the hold himself.

Harold: That could be a big mistake....

Dylan tries to compose himself as he urges Blade to get up. Blade slowly gets back to his feet and Dylan goes for a running dive

Henry: SPINEBUSTER!

Harold: Caught him!

As Dylan goes for the dive, Blade catches him and reverses it into a Spine buster. Blade lies down exhausted and both men are laid down, Blade puts one arm across Dylan’s chest and the referee begins the count for the pin.

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Henry: Yarmouth Blade is showing just how much of a fighter he is today, but Dylan also showed his increased frustration after releasing the submission hold too early allowing Blade a route back into the match.

Blade groggily gets back to his feet, he leans on the ropes as he nods his head as Dylan also slowly starts to push himself back up. Blade waits for Dylan to get up and then goes for it.

Harold: Kick to the gut…POWERBOMB!

Yarmouth connects with his finisher but then falls to his knees, without being able to capitalize with a pin. Eventually Blade goes for the pin.

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Henry: C’MON Dylan!

The crowd all gasp at once as Dylan kicks out and Blade holds his head in his hands. Blade doesn’t waste any time again though as he grabs hold of Dylan’s head, applies pressure and locks in a sleeper hold. Dylan’s eyes are wide open in horror as the sleeper hold is locked in. Blade tightens the grip, urging Dylan to submit.

Harold: Yarmouth Blade is going for the win here, he wants to make Dylan give up!

Dylan is reaching for the ropes attempting to grasp them, but his fingertips can only brush the ropes as Blade puts in more and more pressure into the submission manoeuvre.

Henry: Hold on Dylan.

Dylan is clearly losing focus as Blade roars in frustration. Dylan has his hand in the air, with the referee keeping a close eye on it to ensure it doesn’t drop, and eventually it becomes too much for him, and he drops hard on the mat, out cold, as Blade releases the hold in relief.

DING! DING! DING!

Mike Bird: WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY SUBMISSION.....YARMOUTH BLADE!

The crowd are going wild for Yarmouth who is helped up by the referee. Yarmouth has his hand raised in the air.

Harold: What a match we have just witnessed. Yarmouth Blade is the winner and will gain that extra bit of momentum, but both men put on a match winning performance but it’s Blade who just had that extra bit in the tank to get the win.

Henry: Dylan was so unlucky here tonight!

The camera focuses on a small room with a single light swaying and flickering, lighting up the room and making visible the sight of bars and a dark figure in the corner.

??:This small confined space, is a space that can make or break a man, it can be you best friend or your worse nightmare.

The light suddenly goes out. Footsteps are heard

??: This was all part of a routine that I had to get used to, a routine that contributed to making me who I am today. I come here to relive the memories good and bad these memories remind me of why I will give my all to make sure I am a success in my life and I will do that however I have to do that. If I need to break a rule or break the law to succeed then that is what I will do.

A clinking sound is heard as the light suddenly comes back on brighter than before revealing Marty Helms stood under the light wearing a pair of jeans and no top revealing scars on his torso. Marty looks down at the scars and starts to run his fingers over them.

MH: These scars are only the physical scars that are visible but life always leaves mental scars and it is up to you how you deal with them, I choose to relive some of these mental scars by coming to the scene of many of them to help destroy these memories bit by bit.

MH: Scars... it is the one thing that connects me and Roman Azrael. Roman uses a mask to hide his scars and to block out the memories that his scars have left behind but I will be the man to make you remember those scars. You chose to return to the ring to erase some of those scars that have tortured you mentally but the beating I am going to give you will make you remember all to well the night you were left a scarred man.

??: LIGHTS OUT!!!!

MH: Just like the guards said Roman it will soon be lights out for you

Marty is heard laughing as the camera fades out to total darkness

In his office Andrews is back sat at this desk
A blonde assistant is dialing into a key pad

Digitised voice: If you are the host of this meeting please press one
The blonde presses one
DV: The meeting is now ready to begin, if you require assistance at any point during your call please press star star – Please press one to begin your meeting
Again the blonde presses one

DA: Jesus that is harder than doing a finishing move on Mortal Combat
Andrews laughs but there is no reply on the conference call

DA: Hello, is everybody there

After a second of silence
??: Yes we are here Mr. Andrews

DA: Please call me Dean
Again this is met with silence

Andrews clears his throat
DA: O.K no point in hanging around let me bring to order this weekly meeting between myself Dean Andrews; general manager and owner of 6CW and our key stakeholders.

Shall we go round the table to introduce everybody?

??: I don’t think ice breakers are necessary Mr. Andrews

DA: Of course not we are all friends here

??: Mr. Andrews let’s cut the chit chat and get down to business shall we?

Dean Andrews looks put out but nods
DA: OK. The agenda states the first item as a read through of last months meeting. Honey can you do the honours?

The blonde begins to read but is interrupted

??: I don’t think that will be necessary. In fact there is only one item we wish to discuss today

Andrews smiles
DA: Brilliant. This shouldn’t take long at all then

??: Indeed. However we don’t feel it is something that should be dealt with over the telephone. We are sending a representative to the arena tonight Mr. Andrews, he should be with you before the show finishes.

Good day

DV: The meeting has now ended please press two for a read out of information discussed

Blonde: Shall I hang up the call??

Dean??

The blonde looks concerned as Dean Andrews is sat staring glassy eyed as we go to a commercial break

Back from the break

HE: Welcome back Folks, things not going to plan for our distinguished leader, maybe there is more about these mystery sponsors than we realise.

HA: Well it looks like all will be revealed later

HE: Indeed Harold but let’s refocus on in ring action, up next we have young versus old with the twenty five year old Roman Azrael against the thirty four year old veteran in Marty Helms. This should be one hell of a match.

HA: Yeah it should be one hell of a match but for me Henry it should be Helms that wins the match he knows every dirty trick in the book.

Suddenly the lights in the arena switch off; the crowd is silent. A lone voice echoes out “And now revered audience, the show begins". Jets of purple rockets shoot high into the air before exploding, a spotlight shines to the rafters and all eyes from the audience turn upwards. A flash of light in the middle of the ring suddenly captures the attention and the lights come on, Roman Azrael is standing tall, gazing from behind his mask and the crowd start to cheer loudly.

HE: If your money is on Helms then I will have to go with the man in the ring Roman Azrael, some say he is a modern day super hero, a vigilante. Hiding his true identity behind the mask he is a man who likes to fight injustice and right wrongs but mark my words if you cross him you better be prepared for him to do whatever it takes to come out on top.

HA: As good as Azrael is Helms may be just too much for him. Azrael is giving away six inches to his opponent, a man who wear you down with his sheer brutality, speaking of which.

Suddenly the cheers turn to jeers when a loud siren blasts through the speakers, a blue light starts to flash intermittently, Marty Helms walks through the curtain to the top of the ramp he is wearing handcuffs

HE: Apparently Henry he wears them to mock his previous life as a police man and to show his sheer hatred of the law and all authority

HA: Well Henry if we’re throwing facts around how about this little Holly Wilaboobie bit

As a child Marty was an only son to a father who worked in the Army and was a strict disciplinarian and a mother who was an alcoholic who died at an early age.

Marty himself has a history of drinking excessively until he was forced into rehab by his father.
To cut a long story short, Marty left rehab and had a short spell in the police force but was sacked and then himself imprisoned for assaulting a senior officer. It is here whilst in prison that Marty began rebelling against authority figures

I’m no therapist but sounds like father issues to me

HE: Whatever it is it doesn’t bode well for young Azrael. But thank you brother for that useful history lesson. If anything Helms sounds like a perfect candidate for the next series of Who Do You Think You Are

Helms starts to make his way towards the ring staring at Roman Azrael in the ring and ignoring the crowd trash talking him as he walks slowly down the ramp, climbing up the steel steeps and into the ring he takes of his hand cuffs and places them in the corner of the ring.

The referee checks both wrestlers and then signals the start of the match.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

HE: This is not gonna be one of your high flying matches it’s gonna be a hard hitting blood fest of a match.

HA: Your right about that brother, this is gonna be an all out war but who will come out on top young or old?

The two men start to circle the ring as the crowd in the arena cheer loudly then the two men go for the lock up but Helms kicks Azrael in the stomach Azrael bends over and Helms grabs his head and the flings Azrael over his should for a hip toss and then quickly hits an elbow to the chest and goes for the cover.

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HE: Not even a count of two on that move but Helms got the upper hand at the moment.

HA: Your so right it gonna take a lot more than that to win this match.

The crowd cheers loudly as Azrael powers out for just the one count Helms then picks up Azrael and Irish whips Azrael to the ropes and hits a Samoan Drop and then urges for Azrael to get to his feet and then hits the big boot to the face and goes for the cover.


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HE: Great move and this time Azrael kicks out in two.

HA: Any more moves like that and this one is gonna be over pretty quickly.

Again the crowd cheers loudly as Azrael kicks out Helms lets out a scream in frustration and then stands up and urges for Azrael to get to his feet and hits a huge clothesline on Azrael who crashes to the mat holding his chest Helms then climbs to the second ropes and waits for Azrael to get to his feet and Helms jumps of the second rope.

HE: Oh man have you ever seen Azrael hit that move; this could be the break that Azrael needs to get back in this match?

HA: Oh yeah, Hate to admit it but that was just what the crowd are chanting!

The crowd start chanting "This is awesome!" as the replay shows Helms jumping of the second rope from the turn buckle and then Azrael hitting the Ranhei (Kofi’s SOS) and both men crash to mat as the ref begins to count to 10.

HE: That was some move there from Azrael and who ever gets to there feet first will gain the advantage.

HA: But if both men are still down after the ten count then this match will end up in a draw.


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HE: Both men just beginning to stir which man is gonna get up first?

HA: Or maybe there gonna get up at the same time?

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The crowd urging both men to the feet and Azrael is the first to come round Helms holding his head is starting to get to his feet Azrael then hits a Roundhouse kick to the stomach of Helms then hits a huge DDT he picks up Helms and hits a Russian leg sweep and goes for the cover.


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HE: Nice move set from Azrael but not enough to get the job done.

HA: First pin attempt by The Fallen Icon but not enough to put the Last outlaw away.

The crowd boos loudly as Helms kicks out. Azrael then urges for Helms to get to his feet and hits a standing drop kick sending Helms crashing to the mat but Helms then rolls out of the ring and onto the floor on the outside of the ring.

HE: Oh my this is not good for Helms.

HA: This is gonna turn ugly!

The crowd cheers as Azrael then rolls out of the ring and picks up Helms and goes to Irish whip Helms towards the steel steps but its reversed and Helms sends Azrael flying hard into the steel steps as he fly's over the steps hitting his knees hard and landing on his back on the other side of the steps.

HA: Yes! What a counter, Great move for Helms.

HE: That could have been the opening that Helms needed to get back in this match up.


The crowd starts to boo loudly as Helms puts one arm up in the air, Helms then picks up Azrael and walks him over to the commentary table and goes to slam his head on the table but Azrael counters he then rolls Helms into the ring and follows him under the bottom rope.

HE: This match is awesome back and forth back and forth.

HA: But it looks like it could be the end for Helms.

The crowd cheers loudly as Azrael hits a swinging neck breaker combo and then hits the Sin repayment (Kimura) and goes for the cover.



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Ding, Ding, Ding.

Azrael rolls out of the ring as Helms kicks out just after the count of three. Azrael raises his arm in victory as Helms stares intently from inside the ring

HE: A great move from the young gun, that was an epic battle but this time Azrael just had that little bit extra to win the match.

HA: Helms acquitted himself well but this time it was the speed of Azrael that triumphed

Helms is caught on camera trash talking

MH: This isn’t over!!!!!!!

Azrael ignoring his opponent walks up the ramp celebrating with the fans leaving Helms fuming in the ring

The camera cuts to an unknown backstage room. It’s poorly lit and a strip-light flickers on and off intermittently, the walls are filthy and cockroaches can be seen crawling about on a surface, a crackling sound can be heard as occasionally one of the roaches crawls onto the insect killing light.
A figure stands in the centre of the room with his back to the camera and music begins to play from speakers in the corner of the room...

‘Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down!!

He slowly turns around and his face is hidden behind a white mask, a Guy Fawkes mask akin to the one from V for Vendetta. He’s wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie and black gloves which fits perfectly. A silk black hood covers his ear behind the mask and gives no identity to the wearers skin colour. He raises one hand and makes a gesture for silence. The speakers crackle to life once more...

Anon: Welcome to Anonymous, we hope you enjoy your stay.
We were always here yet now we have arrived.
We have been here before yet we are new.
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Or are we no-one?
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But you cannot locate us.
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Though you are now watching us.

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But why do you not question?
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We will protect you.
Or will we?

For we are Anonymous
We are Legion
We do not forgive
We do not forget.
Expect us.

Anonymous waves at the camera and it's then revealed the image of him is but a hologram as it flickers a couple of times before then disappearing.

Mike Everett appears on screen in an empty studio as he stares into the camera.

ME: Welcome back to another edition of “Day in the life of”. I am Mike Everett, the host of this show and welcome to part 3 as we look dig deeper into Ron’s life and discover what makes this man tick as he was on his way to his debut. Our team followed him to find the in’s and out of this mysterious character.

The scene turns to black as we go to a busy road where footsteps can be heard. As the camera slowly zooms out bright yellow shorts are seen with white T-Shirt, and a red headband.

R: This is my morning power walk. Paul told me it is all in the hips, and the gyration so I am determined to fulfill my morning work out!

*Ron stomach begins to gargle as he walks past a Greggs sandwich shop as he suddenly stops. Ron begins to sweat dreadfully in front of the store as he seems blocked and unable to move, as Mike Everett enters the frame.

ME: Are you okay?

R: (He mutters) It’s all in the mind, it’s all in the mind…..Paul told me to cut back on the bacon sandwiches…..focus…..focus……aaaaahhhmmmmmmmm(Ron mimic’s the yoga meditation sounds)

Ron shakes his legs and set off once again.

R: Go!

ME: Ron I was wondering what do you think about during these morning rituals…Do you think about the sacrifices you made…Leaving your family behind to go for your dream?

R: No, not really, I just think of……well nothing really…..Thinking is for the intellectuals, I generally think on my feet, keeps the mind fresh.

ME: Well how do you feel about debuting tonight on Anarchy
R: Well at this moment, it isn’t too sure just been told I am on standby but hey Rome wasn’t built in one day! Was it?

*Ron checks back to Everett to confirm, as Everett shakes his head.

R: Thought so…Some people doubt me at time, but I have done my homework! Read my books! Done my research! As it were…But anyway if I Debut tonight great, if not then who knows, it will happen when it happens!

ME: But are you prepared? I mean you haven’t been at this for very long.

R: Paul done a fantastic job on me, I will be ready today, tomorrow, or whenever. And anyway you never really learn until you start your journey. People will be surprised what 20 years of marriage does to a man, and how it makes him stronger.

*Ron then suddenly stops in front of a lamp post as he spots a leaflet glued on to it. A photo of him is printed on it with a reward of “5,000 pounds” written across it.

Ron quickly tears it down.

ME: The wife?

R: She is at it again! Can’t she see, or understand! I am trying to become a beautiful butterfly! Soaring into the skies, flying with ease and beauty as my wings flap away and take me on to greatness!

ME: Maybe a text to tell her you were leaving would of helped….

*Suddenly a stranger approaches Ron.

??: Hey have I seen you before?

*Ron looks on nervously.

??: I swear I know that face of yours…

R: I don’t think so…

ME: Sir could you move along…

??: Hold on a second….wait

*The man snatchers the piece of paper out of Ron’s hand…

??: I thought so! That’s you!

R: No it isn’t.

??: You look the same…

R: I am wearing a red bandana clearly that isn’t me…

??: You think I am stupid?

R: ROLL UP!!!!!!

Ron then leaps behind the stranger and rolls him up to pin him to the ground.

R: Quick Mike now give me a count!

??: What are you doing?!

ME: What?

R: Give me a count!!!!!

Mike smacks the floor 3 times as Ron then releases the hold!

R: All it takes is 3 seconds for a win just like that! Now excuse me!

Ron dashes off as the strangers slowly gets back up to his feet and follows after Ron in the distance. Mike then looks on in disbelief.

ME: I have no idea, why I am doing this job…..

Commercial Break

HA: Welcome back ladies and gentleman later tonight we will have our two Golden Briefcase Semi Finals

HE: A tournament that appears to have captured the imagination of the fans and also has created an intense competition between the superstars involved

HA: But what do we actually know about this competition Henry?
Dean Andrews on our inaugural show promised that the winner would receive riches beyond their wildest dreams, the first permanent contract in the new 6CW

But what does that actually mean?

HE: Well Harold as you know we had the pleasure of sitting down with our General Manager before we went on air tonight and whilst the details are still being kept close to his chest he was able to give us a little more of an insight into what is up for grabs in the ‘Golden Briefcase’

HA: Yes Henry, if I look quickly at my notes. Dean Andrews was very clear that winning this tournament would be a career changer for the winner

A million pound contract

HE: Not just any contract though Harold. A golden handcuffs contract, no release causes, total security for a twelve month period

To me that could be a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands. Imagine the devastation somebody could cause knowing there are no repercussions; they don’t have to answer for their actions

HA: I know Henry. Just look at the list of superstars we have remaining

Dennis Hart

DeMarcus Brown

Orthrus

If you were Dean Andrews you’ve got to be hoping that Nate Nack comes out of this victorious.

HE: I know Harold but you have to say the odds are against him. Even if he gets past Dennis Hart tonight he still has one hell of a task to defeat either of the other two monsters in the remaining Semi Final.

HA: We were hoping to talk to him now but he is busy with his preparations but he did have some words to say earlier in the week. Let’s roll the VT

VIDEO FOOTAGE

“Unbreakable” hits the speakers as the Mighty Mighty Nate Nack walks out from the curtain to the approving cheers of the crowd. He's wearing his trademark “Mighty Strong, Mighty Fine, Mighty Mighty” shirt and heading straight for the ring, barely acknowledging his fans.

“Here's a man that's dominated the past of 6CW as of late,” said Henry Lloyd as he stick a pen behind his ear, “the Mighty Mighty Nate Nack.”

“Yessir, he's certainly shown he can hang with the best, but he's been up against some of the older stars,” replied Harold. “This week he faces the youngblood Dennis Hart in a matchup where the winner will face either Orthrus or Demarcus Brown for at golden briefcase containing that lucrative 6CW contract. How do you think he'll face with the future of 6CW?”

“I don't know, but I do know one thing, this man is strong, and Hart is no slouch either. This is almost a clash of the titans, and I cannot wait!”

Now Nate is in the ring holding a microphone. “As most of you have seen, I'm usually in a mighty mighty good mood,” he started as he paced around the ring. “Unfortunately, tonight's not one of those nights. Now I got a few things I need to get off my chest. First of all, I'm here to tell you that I'm here for two things. I'm here to win, and I'm here to win for you. You all deserve a champion that you can cheer on, and I want to be that for you. I did just that at the last show when I beat the hell out of Frenchy. But then he was fired. Think about that for a moment.

He got fired because he couldn't beat me. Me. Because someone of my skill defeated him, he was sacked. Now tell me, what does that say about my ability? Because a man can't pin me, he's not 6CW material? Am I supposed to think I'm the gateway here? That if you can't beat me, then you've got no chance her in 6CW, that you should just pack up and walk away from it all because surely there's no way you'll ever make it here? I'm tellin' y'all and the rest of that locker room right now, don't you dare underestimate me! I am THE Prime Example, I'm the Total Package, and I'm here to win. You sell me short, and I guarantee you that you'll come out on the short end of the stick, I tell you what. I beat Mark Matzko and I beat Jerome Dubois, and now I got my eyes set firmly on a golden contract that will prove to everyone that I belong here and bring me another step closer to wearin' that 6CW championship belt.”

Nate turned and faced toward the curtain, leaning on the ropes. “Which brings me to a certain Dennis Hart.”

The crowd began to boo at the mention of his name. “Let me tell you, when I fought Matzko, I enjoyed it because I respected him. When I fought Frenchy, I enjoyed it because I respected him. Love them or loathe them, they're both legends in my book. But you, Dennis... it took me all of fifteen seconds with you to realize I don't like you. I don't care what you say or do in this ring, but the second you try to make it personal, the second you think of getting close to Emma, I won't think twice of kicking your ass. You call me scum, but in three days, I'll be wiping my shoes on your back like a doormat to get the slime you leave behind off of them.

And that doesn't go to just Hart. I'm talkin' to you, Demarcus Brown. I'm talkin' to you, Orthrus. Whichever one of you walks out of that ring the winner, I'm puttin' you on notice. I'm mighty strong, mighty fine, and mighty capable of kicking your ass up and down this ring. I am Mighty Mighty Nate Nack, and don't you dare forget it!”

The crowd began to cheer again as the Mighty Mighty Nate Nack dropped the microphone and hopped onto the turnbuckle. He pointed up at the ceiling, saying that he would be the one to reach to top of 6CW.

REAL TIME

HE: Stirring stuff from Nate. The fans have certainly taken to him a lot in his short time with 6CW.

HA: How much that helps him in what will possibly be two brutal matches will remain to be seen

HE: I have a good feeling about it Harold. I’ve been impressed by Nate’s performances so far. If I had to pick a winner he’d be my choice

HA: Well there are three guys backstage who are looking to prove you wrong Henry. And I think it’s too close to call

Mike Masters is walking past the dining area in the backstage of the 6CW arena; he stops as an attractive blonde backstage worker bends to pick up some lighting cases

MM: Whoah little lady, let me help you there
After taking a second to stare at the girls ass Masters rushes across to help with the heavy lifting

Blonde: You don’t have to; I do this all the time.

Masters places his hand on the girls shoulder
MM: This is mans work, don’t worry your pretty little head about it

The girl shakes her head clearly unimpressed with the archaic sexist stereotyping

Masters is clearly unaware of the girls uncomfort and starts to stroke her back
MM: Maybe you don’t know me although I highly doubt it

I’m Mike Masters.
Also known as The Masterful one.
The man that all the fans pay the money to see.
The man with crazy god given talent.
The man with extremely good looks.

Masters looks to the sky clearly loving the sound of hi sown voice
MM: The show stealing, heart stopping - Mr. Entertainment that has all the ladies wet with excitement and the men filled with jealous rage

Masters holds out a hand
MM: At your service

The girl reluctantly goes to shake but Masters pulls her forward, kissing her hand he smiles
MM: Why have I never seen you here before? – I’m sure I would have remembered such a fine example of female engineering.

The girl quickly pulls her hand away

??: It probably has something to do with the fact that your head is so far up your own rectum dear boy

Masters turns and is faced by Jack Hurst

JH: Sorry Michael, have I interrupted your attempt to initiate coitus with this young lady?

Masters is staring at Hurst as the girl slowly backs away

JH: My sincerest apologies my good man – It appears you have been as they say ‘man sausage blocked’

Masters steps towards Hurst
MM: Who in the hell do you think you are

Hurst holds out a hand
JH: Jack Hurst, although we have faced one another before so I don’t see why this introduction is necessary
One too many blows to the head perhaps Michael?

Masters looks incandescent with rage
MM: I’ll show you blows to the head

Hurst takes a step back
JH: Is that something you learnt in your days in prison?
To be frank, Michael. I’m not so sure it is something I am overly keen to see.
Perhaps your good friend Helms is a more deserving recipient

Masters looks confused
JH: Good day to you sir

Masters is stood looking on fuming as Jack Hurst walks out of shot; the female backstage worker can be seen giggling

Timothy Allen is walking backstage through the halls of the 6CW Arena...

The lights in the hallway go out and a red light appears from the distance

Allen turns to run away but turns round into a glare from Orthrus

TA: I’m Sorry please don't hurt me

Orthrus grabs Allen by the throat and lifts him up against the wall....

Tonight DeMarcus Brown finds out who the dominant force in this company is when i leave him broken and battered in an unconscious mess in the middle of the ring.

So what I want you to do now is grab your notepad and take this message to DeMarcus....

Timothy Allen pulls his notepad out and prepares to take notes whilst still being held by his throat

TA: What's your message?

Orthrus lets go of Timothy Allen who starts to cower behind his notepad....

My message is simple for DeMarcus

Orthrus kicks Timothy Allen in the gut and lifts him up and lands the Death from Above into the wall...

Orthrus pulls Timothy Allen's phone out and takes a photo is Allen unconscious on the floor...

Orthrus walks off with a sadistic grin on his face and shouts remember to send that message as Allen starts to regain consciousness

Ron is shown backstage and the crowd cheers, Ron is eating a burger and holding a small dumbbell in one hand, Christy James walks in, when Ron sees her he throws the burger in the air, it seems to stick to the roof, he starts pumping the dumbbell.

Ron: '354, 355, 356...oh hello'

CJ: Hi Ron can I get your reaction to your debut match last week?'

R: 'Basically Christy, I had Reilly right where I wanted him, and he knew it, and that’s why he quit, he did not want a piece of the Ron-ster's fury'

CJ: 'To be honest, most people thought that Reilly had the match in hand, he only quit because he fell out with Mr. Andrews'

R: 'It’s hard to say Christy; I wasn't really paying attention to the details'

CJ: 'Perhaps you should in the future?'

R: 'Indeed I will, I apologise, anyways, I am 1-0 in 6CW and I'm just getting started'

CJ: 'On that note, I also want to speak to you about your match tonight, what can you tell us about the Ron-ster Open Invitational?'

R: 'Basically I'm taking matters into my own hands, I came to 6CW to fulfill my ambitions to become a wrestler and I'm issuing an open challenge to anyone who wants to take me on, come and have a go if you think you're hard enough'

CJ: 'Are you confident about your chances of success?'

R: 'Of course I am, I'm in the shape of my life, I don't know if you saw there but I was doing over 350 reps there'

Christy's looks up at the burger on the roof, Ron looks up and coughs nervously

R: 'There seems to be a lot of great wrestlers in 6CW, and that's why I am here, to prove I can mix it amongst the best, and I'm putting the roster on notice, just yesterday I ran up 5 flights of stairs, without getting chest pains, can anyone else claim that?'

CJ: 'Actually that's probably a pre-requisite for most professional athl--'

R (talking over her): 'I don't know if I'm the fastest or the strongest, or even the best wrestler, but I can guarantee no one in 6CW wants this more than I do, I don't care what it takes, I will not stop until I have proved I am the best, and the 6CW better beware, when this Ron-ster is on the prowl'

Ron stares intently into the camera, breathing deeply

CJ: 'Thank you for your time Ron'

As Christy leaves Ron looks around nervously, he peels the burger off the roof, looks at it, brushes off some dirt, and starts to eat it again.

Ha: We have more singles action coming up and just like the last match this follows on from a rivalry that was very much created two weeks ago. These guys were on opposite sides and Jack Hurst come out on the winner

He: Much to the annoyance of his opponent here tonight which was evident when Mike Masters and his partner Marty Helms left Hurst and Azrael battered and bloody in this very ring

Champion starts to play and Masters walks out illuminated by a single spotlight. He cockily struts down the ramp to ringside taunting the crowd as he does. He climbs the steps and then into the ring

He: Although he was on the losing team last week there was no denying the potential this guy has, he looked really impressive

Ha: He was indeed and I'm looking forward to seeing more of him here tonight

He: Well he's got to go through this guy who took a lot of punishment last week but shown the character and will to win of 6CW finest that have gone before him, he wouldn't quit

The crowd’s jeers turn to cheers as Prince Charming starts to play and Hurst walks out to the stage, he bows to the crowd and then makes his way down to the ring shaking hands with various fans on the way

He: Hurst prides himself on being a gentleman.....COME ON!! THAT’S UNCALLED FOR

Ha: I guess Masters just doesn't feel the same way you do towards Hurst

The crowd boos as Masters exits the ring and assaults Hurst as he gives his hat to a child in the crowd. He grabs his scarf and begins to choke him with it as the referee tries to get him in the ring

He: Well we haven't officially started yet and already Mike Masters is on the attack

Masters drags Hurst by the head and whips him into the steel stairs and Hurst crashes through them shoulder first. Masters dismisses the pleas of the official and walks over to Hurst picking him by the head and ramming him back up against the barrier.

Ha: I think we need to get some sense of order here

He: WHAT A COUNTER BY HURST

The crowd cheers as Masters runs at Hurst, but Hurst avoids the spear tackle sending Masters smashing into the barrier. Hurst holds his shoulder and then runs at Masters and tackles him to the ground outside the ring and begins to unleash a flurry of left and right punches as Masters tries to cover up to defend himself. Hurst gets to his feet and then picks Masters up and rolls him in the ring under the bottom rope

He: Finally we're officially underway here

The referee signals for the bell and Hurst stalks Masters. he waits for him to get to his feet and then kicks him in the midsection before hitting a snap suplex and then gets to his feet, backs against the ropes and hits a running knee drop across the forehead before hooking the leg

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Masters kicks out and Hurst gets to his feet. he pulls Masters up and then backs him against the ropes and whips him across the ring before hitting a big body drop. He lifts him again and then slams him back down to the canvas with a body slam before climbing to the second rope and hitting a leg drop before hooking the leg again

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He: Hurst building an advantage here with two near falls.

Hurst goes to pick Masters off the mat and the crowd begins to boo as Masters blinds him with a thumb to the eye. Masters quickly gets up and forces Hurst backwards with a forearm to the jaw followed by a kick to the gut then a further forearm. Hurst stumbles backward into the corner of the ring and Masters whips him into the opposite corner, he runs after him

He: Hurst dives out of the way

HA: WHISPER IN the WIND! THE FANS MIGHT NOT LIKE HIM BUT THAT WAS SUPERB

He: and he might have the pin

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Hurst throws his arm in the air before the three count. Masters gets up and stomps down circling Hurst. He stomps on his arms, legs, torso, and head. He backs away and waits as Hurst begins to get to his feet

Ha: KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD. HURST COULD BE KNOCKED OUT HERE

He: LOOK AT HIS EYES. HE HAS NO IDEA WHERE HE IS

As Hurst is getting up Masters runs at him and drives his knee into the side of Hurst's skull. and drops down for the pin

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He: Foot on the ropes. What awareness by Jack Hurst

Ha: I don't know how, he looks miles away right now

Hurst’s eyes are glazed over as he sits up and Masters soccer kicks him in the chest back down to the mat. He picks him up and then kicks him in the gut then a twisting neck breaker and goes for another cover

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Shoulder up from Hurst and Masters looks angry and goes for another cover straight away

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Shoulder up

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Shoulder up. Master hits the mat in frustration as Hurst refuses to stay down for the three count. Masters gets to his feet and shouts at Hurst to do the same

He: Disaster kick....

Ha: NOBODY HOME!!! RUNNING ENZIGURI FROM HURST. THIS IS HIS CHANCE

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He: I thought he had him, so close Jack Hurst

Hurst motions for Masters to get to his feet, Masters swings wildly with a right hand which Hurst ducks underneath of

He: GERMAN SUPLEX

Ha: And another and a third. Listen to this crowd; they're hot for Hurst right now

Hurst gets to his feet and drags Masters up, he kicks him in the gut and then lifts him into the suplex position before dropping him into a body slam, and he climbs to the top rope facing away from the ring

He: Looks like he's gonna fly...INCOMING!!! WHAT A MOONSAULT STRAIGHT INTO THE COVER

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Masters throws his arm in the air again on the count of two. Hurst gets straight back up and he waits for Masters to do the same, he backs away and then lifts Masters across his shoulders

He: We seen this last week, he calls this the Washboard Stomach

Ha: WHAT A REVERSAL FROM MASTERS INTO THE ARMDRAG.....DISASTER KICK!!! MASTERS HAS KNOCKED OFF HURST

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He: NO HE HASN'T! HURST KICKED OUT

Replays show Masters countering the finisher into an arm drag then as Hurst gets up he runs up the ropes nailing the disaster kick. Masters is in shock after Hurst kicks out. He gets to his feet and signals for the end. He stalks Hurst as he slowly gets to his feet

He: Setting up for the Gringo Killer

Ha: WASHBOARD STOMACH

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HA: Hurst has got the win. He spun out of the Gringo Killer and then hit his finisher from no where. What a win from Hurst

He: It certainly was. Masters took the fight to him early but he came through it and walks out with the W

Ha: Wait....WHAT THE HELL IS THIS???

The crowd goes wild with boos as Marty Helms slides in the ring and blindsides Hurst as he has his arm raised in victory. He beats him down until Masters gets back to his feet and the two men start to assault Jack Hurst. Helms holds Hurst as Master hits and elbow to the temple and then he exits the ring. He grabs two steel chairs from ringside and then slides them in the ring. Helms and Masters grab a chair each and then raise them high over the head looking down on Hurst. The referee tries to stop them but Masters pushes him away and he falls awkwardly to the outside of the ring

He: somebody has to stop this, we need more officials out here

Ha: Ask and you shall receive here comes Roman Azrael, and he's got to be pumped after beating Marty Helms earlier tonight

The crowd goes wild as Roman runs down and starts to fight off both men. He gets a good few punches in knocking both men back forcing them to drop their chairs but the numbers game quickly catches up on him. Masters hits a low blow and then Helms drops him face first to the mat with a DDT.

They each grab their chairs again and then start to viscously attack both men down in the ring. Masters picks Roman up and then throws him to the outside of the ring as Helms carries on beating Hurst down in the ring. Masters exits the ring after Roman and cockily kicks him in the head as he tries to get to his feet

He: Now come on, this is uncalled for. You've already done enough

Masters starts to clear all the rubbish off the announce table and removes the logo cover and the monitors. He rips the wires out of one of the monitors and then drives it into the skull of Roman Azrael and then he picks up the limp body of Roman and rolls him onto the announce table.

Inside the ring Helms has locked the cross face in on Jack Hurst who is tapping away at the mat with pain etched on his face. Back to the outside Masters climbs onto the announce table and lifts Roman up

He: GRINGO KILLER THROUGH THE TABLE......WHAT CARNAGE!!! ROMAN AZRAEL IS BROKEN IN TWO

Masters gets to his feet and smiles sadistically at the damage caused. In the ring Hurst is no longer tapping out having passed out locked in the cross face. Several security guards and 6CW officials run down to the ring from backstage. Helms relinquishes the hold and joins Masters on the outside. the two heel look on proudly at the damage caused before exiting up the ramp as the officials check on Hurst and Azrael

He: Folks for the second week running despite coming up short in the results column, those two men right have destroyed Roman Azrael and Jack Hurst

Ha: Talk about send a message, they’re certainly putting the whole locker room on notice


Commercial Break

Back from commercial

HA: Folks we are all set for the ‘Ronster’ Open Invitational. What a chance for this unknown veteran, coming off the back of a win over Daniel Reilly all be it in strange circumstances he has now issued an open invitation to the wrestling world. He is either a very brave or stupid man

HE: Harold, sorry to interrupt but I am being told we are going straight backstage where to coin a phrase ‘It is all kicking off’!!!!

The camera cuts to where a brawl is underway between Mike Masters, Marty Helms, Jack Hurst and Roman Azrael

All men are throwing left and rights desperately trying to gain the upper hand, backstage staff are attempting to break things up but are quickly overpowered as the fighting continues

??Hey Hey Hey what the hell are you doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All four men turn to see Dean Andrews
DA: I don’t care if you guys want to kick ten bells of Poopie out of one another every night of the week but you do not lay a finger on my staff!!!!!

I am sick and tired of you four and your macho posturing – I am not the slightest bit interested in who is the best team – This is not tag wrestling – I am not looking for the new Rockers, I am looking for the next Shawn Michaels I think it’s time we find out who is the best individual in this little group, and who are the Marty Janetty’s


Mike Masters points at himself
MM: I’m HBK
DA: Well here’s your chance to prove it. 6CW Absolution, Sunday 10th March the biggest night so far in the regeneration of 6CW we put an end to this once and for all

It’s going to be

Helms

versus Hurst


versus Masters


versus Azrael


Fatal Four way rules, no count out, no disqualification. Only one will survive

All four men are staring at one another

DA: May the best man win!!!!

Back to ringside

HE: Ladies and Gentlemen what an announcement we have just heard from Dean Andrews, what a match lined up for Absolution, Fatal four way, no DQ, no count out, four men go in only one comes out

HA: And talking of great match ups what a doozie we have lined up now

HE: That’s right Harold, Ron, or “The Ron-ster” as known by his fans has set up an open challenge tonight after shocking the world 2 weeks ago by beating Daniel Reilly.

HA: Some people believe though if it wasn’t for Dean Andrews getting involved and setting up a match that Reilly wasn’t prepared for, the result would have been different.

HE: Either way Harold, it is, what it is, and the record quite remarkably shows Ron has a win over Reilly!

“Faith” Hits across the arena as a huge cheer is heard from the crowd, as 3 overweight topless men can be seen with “R.O.N” written across the 3 stomach in blue paint as they jump up and down.

HA: Clearly the fans have already taken to him!

HE: Only in wrestling or football would you see supporters like that…

Ron emerges to a loud reception from the crowd. He then rushes down towards the ring with and leaps on the turnbuckle with a huge smile across his face. Ron then leaps into the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper.

R: Woooo! I made it! I made it! I finally am a professional wrestler! Dreams can come true! Dreams are….

*The Lights begin to flicker, as Ron stops.

HE: What’s going here?

HA: I have a bad feeling about this!

“Narcissistic Animal” hits as Ron turns to pale white as out from the curtain comes the giant frame of Patient X , the arena goes silent , dumbstruck by the huge man’s sheer presence.

HE: Oh………my………god!

HA: Shortest career run in 6CW History about to happen here! Bye Ron!!! Ha ha!

HE: Speaking of dreams as well Harold, I think it is about to turn into a nightmare!

X makes his way down the ramp and climbs on to the apron and steps into the ring, as Ron slowly backs away against the ropes.

HE: Ron doesn’t seem to sure about this…

HA: Can you blame him? Patient X is over 7ft tall and a former patient in an asylum, what chance does this 46 year old have against this monster of a man?

The ref pads Patient X down making sure he isn’t concealing any weapons as he then makes his way over to the time keeper, and tells him to ring the bell.

Patient X begins to slowly approach Ron who slowly back away. X then tries to cut down the size of the ring, as he tries to trap Ron in the corner, but Ron dashes away at the last minute. X then turns around and looks frustrated, as he makes his way over to Ron again who slowly back away once more.

X then cuts the angles down as Ron appears to be trapped, but Ron then sticks his head between the middle and top rope causing a rope break as the ref backs X away into the center of the ring.

HA: I think Ron is just trying to survive hear.

HE: X isn’t looking to happy here, he is having words with the referee.

As the ref tries to keep X away to allow Ron to come out from the corner the two men begin to get into the argument as Ron then climbs to the top rope as X has his back to him. The ref then gives a stern word to X telling him to focus on the match and as X turns around Ron leaps off the top rope with a cross body.

HE: What a Cross body! Who knew Ron could fly?!

HA: Not very well, X has just caught him!!!

X catches Ron and parades him around the ring as then drops Ron to his feet, and wraps his hands around his throat.

HE: CHOKESLAM!!!!!

HA: X going for the pin here. This one is over already. And for Ron’s sake I am glad

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*Lights Out…….

*A Robotic voice can be heard over the speakers.

VO: Injustice………

Injustice……….

We are coming………

As the lights turn back on X is seen lying motionless on the mat, Ron starts to drag himself over to the corner.

HE: What the hell?

HA: What happened to Patient X?

HE: I have no idea but he is not moving …..

HA: Ron is getting back up to his feet here using the ropes.

HE: Come on you bald little man, you can do it

As Ron gets back up to a vertical base the crowd are going insane urging him on to get to the pin. Ron then beats his chest and salutes to the crowd, he bounces off the ropes and hits an elbow drop

HA: Ron says that is his version of the ‘People’s elbow’ the elbow for the common man

HE: Well what ever it was, the crowd are loving it

HA: Ron with the pin, he’s hooked the leg, holding on for all it’s worth


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Ding! Ding! Ding!

MB: Here is your winner! THEEEE RON-STER!!!!!!!!!

*Crowd: Ron! Ron! Ron!

HE: I can’t believe it! 2 wins in a row! Have we maybe underestimated Ron here!?

HA: Underestimated? More like lightning striking twice he must be the luckiest man in 6CW at the moment!

HE: That may be so but so far Ron has got one of the most impressive CV here as he holds a win over Patient X and former 6CW World Champion Reilly! Dean Andrews must be paying attention to Ron development here.

HA: If Ron gets a contract the wrestling world will no longer have any credibility!

We are back at ringside with Henry and Harold at the announcers table, the fans standing on their feet waving at the camera behind them.

HE: Welcome back ladies and Gentlemen to Anarchy, up next we have an up close and thrilling interview with the one and only Garry Grant, and Jerome Dubois.

HA: Dubois was fired 2 weeks ago Henry and you must wonder how has taken the whole situation.

HE: No doubt, the Frenchmen will have a lot on his mind which….

??: Excuse me…..

*The Arena goes silent, as out strides a man.

HE: Who’s this?

HA: Isn’t that Garry Grant, Henry?

HE: I think it is! What is he doing here?

Grant is seen wearing a sharp light blue suit with a red tie, and a white shirt as he is seen standing with his arms crossed and the microphone perched against his mouth.

GG: Welcome to the critically acclaimed show “The Critics Chair”…Now I thought I would come out here in person, to put one thing perfectly clear…Since having signed up to what many may call a company -which I certainly don’t-, I was guaranteed excitement! Entertainment! I was told I would see things, I would have never seen before! Experience what 6CW really means!

Instead I find myself sitting hosting my show feeling disappointed…Disappointed by the fact that the management of this company is disastrous. Whether this is down to Dean Andrews, or others working against him, I refuse to accuse people.

But the fact that my guest this week…A Former 6CW World Heavyweight Champion, is found sitting in my chair jobless, is quite frankly a disgrace, and a joke! If that is how 6CW treats someone who like him or not is a legend, then I fear for the average wrestler who is trying to start his career here.

HE: Could have a point here, while the shows have been entertaining so far there have been some staff members voicing their displeasure.

HA: Don’t need to look any further than Daniel Reilly quitting last week Henry!

GG: Now I am not out here, and waste any of you fine people’s time, but as a Critic I feel it is my duty to state things the way I see it. But enough from me ladies, and gentlemen, I am not going to abuse my moment, and time on television like your other so called hosts like Ross, and Norton would, so without further a do, to debut as my first guest on the show. I welcome and thank Jerome Dubois for this exclusive interview where we caught up earlier in the week….

The Scene then goes to the projected screen, where Garry Grant and Jerome Dubois are sitting in front of one another. Dubois is dressed in a red jumper, and black trousers.

GG: Welcome Mr. Dubois, thank you for giving me this time. Before we start I would like to ensure is there anything you need?

Dubois raises his head up and stares at Grant.

JD: Is it okay dat I fume…you know smoke….

GG: By all means…

*Dubois snaps his fingers, as a member of staff runs on to the set and hands Dubois cigarette.

JD: Merci…

GG: Well now that we got that out of the way, I would like to get his underway, and first of all ask a simple question…how are you doing?
*Dubois sniggers.

JD: How am I doing? Did you what happened last week? I got screwed in my match, treated like so sort of nobody! Let me tell you someding Monsieur Grant… I have been in zis industry and at ze top of it for over 4 years! I am not a phase, I am not a just another wrestler…Non, I am Jerome Dubois…Like it or not I have made a name for myself in zis industry and everybody knows who I am, and what I am capable of…

*Dubois then pauses as he takes a puff.

JD: And yet….I get frown to ze side like an animal, like if I was just anoder member of zis roster…Fine, but all I can say is fat I refuse, and will not allow people to blame me, for what happens to zis company! Dean Andrews is a joke, and regret ze decision he made last week, it was injustice!

*Grant begins to nod his head in agreement.

JD: Because of what happened 2 weeks ago I will no longer be remember for ze greatness dat I have achieved in zis company instead I will be remembered as something I am not and dat Monsieur Grant is a Martyr! And I am no Martyr…

GG: While I normally sit here and listen to my guest answer neutrally, I cannot help but find myself agreeing with you.

JD: Merci….

GG: But it is interesting but truly at this moment in time you are seen as a martyr across the 6CW world, a label that you do not wish to have, how would you want to rectify this injustice?

JD: Oui, injustice….I don’t know at zis moment in time Monsieur Grant, but I will bide my time wait for ze occasion and show ze world dat Jerome Dubois shall not be stop…Jerome Dubois shall not be put down….Jerome Dubois is a man amongst Men, and that Jerome Dubois will not lie down and die…

GG: It’s funny when you say you will not die, because many have questioned, whether you still have that passion, that fire that burns in your belly to want to compete, yet when I sit here in front of you, I clearly see you still want to compete.

*Dubois leans back in his chair and smiles.

JD: It isn’t about ze competition Monsieur Grant, and of course dat fire is ztill dere…It is still dere, because I do not appreciate doubt, I do not appreciate when people question whether ze fact I belong in zis organization or not…I mean how dare dey!

Due to my accomplishment I can dam well chose when it is my time to leave and retire! Due to what I have done I have earned ze right to make my own choices! And I will not let some little peasant like Dean Andrews tell me what I can, and cannot do! I will not let dat mistake of a human being question my ability!

GG: I certainly don’t, but the people believe..

*Dubois cuts Grant off.

JD: Ze people?! Ha! Sacre Bleu, ze people lack ze common brain to be able to reflect on such a position! Ze people can all go and kiss my cordon bleu arse!

GG: Please don’t cut me off next time…

JD: Pardon…

GG: I believe this interview is slowly getting out of hand and therefore I will end this here.

JD: Je suis desoler, I am calm…

GG: May be trying to hide it Mr.Dubois, but this isn’t the Jeremy Kyle show, I won’t allow anyone, even you to raise your voice to me, or cut me off! This is a serious show for the elite, and therefore I want to keep it that way!

JD: D’accord….

GG: Anyway thank you for coming on to the show, and until Next time I am Garry Grant….

The scene ends as we go back to Garry Grant standing at the top of the ramp smiling and applauding his work.

HE: Clearly Dubois isn’t too happy about what happened 2 weeks ago.

HA: Can you blame him though Henry, he was humiliated in front of the whole 6CW world. I mean he was groveling on the floor!

HE: He got what he deserved! Don’t cross the boss!

HA: All I can say is Andrews better watch out with the way he handles the personnel around here.

Backstage and Dean Andrews is walking back towards his office as he is approached by Tim Allen. Allen is limping clearly still feeling the effects of Orthrus’ attack earlier

DA: What happened to you??

Allen looks amazed at the question
TA: What happened to me????
I was backstage doing my job for the pittance you pay me and I was attacked by one of your Neanderthal wrestlers

Andrews is uninterested
DA: You look OK now?

TA: OK???? OK????
I could have internal bleeding, injuries that could mean I need physiotherapy for years to come
He threw me around like a rag doll and you don’t care!!!!

You’re losing control Dean – First Gazzy was attacked last week and now it’s me and what are you doing about it????

I’ve spoken to my lawyer and he thinks I have a claim, he thinks I should be filing papers, suing for damages
You have a duty of care, what do you think about that?

Andrews’ patience snaps and he grabs Allen by the throat
DA: Listen you sniveling piece of s***, you should be grateful that you have a job at all. Don’t kid yourself that I employed you because of your skills as an interviewer. I watched your show reel.
It’s only your history with 6CW that keeps you here

You want to make a claim then go ahead but it will be last thing you ever do in this industry. What is it with you all, why can’t you just do as your told, why is this not good enough for people???

Allen if you want to get anywhere in this business I suggest you forget about what happened to you, go and find your crew and concentrate on doing what you’re paid to do.

Andrews releases Allen from round the neck and the interviewer scurries off quickly. Andrews turns and punches the wall in anger as the camera fades to black

HA: Well folks, it’s that time you've been waiting for, as up next we have the first of our Golden Briefcase semi-finals

HE: That’s right and first up we have Dennis Hart up against Nate Nack

HA: Don't you mean Mighty Mighty Nate Nack?

The crowd begin to boo as Stratovarious starts play and Dennis Hart walks out to the stage and straight down the ramp to the ring. He runs up the stairs and climbs through the ropes and then up to the second turnbuckle. He mimics a title around his waist as the crowd continues to jeer him

HE: Hart not exactly the fan favourite is he

HA: Not really but rather than pander to the fans he favours concentrating on the goal at hand at any cost. And if Hart isn't the fan favourite this guy certainly is

The crowd cheer wildly as Unbreakable by Bon Jovi starts to play. Nate Nack walks out to the stage where a tractor is set up. Ha bends down and grabs the trough of the tractor and begins to pull it across the stage to the amazement of the crowd. As he finishes gold pyros shoot in the air and he begins to make his way down to the ring tagging the hands of the fans

He: Did you see that?

HA: what strength this kid has to pull that tractor like he did

HE: Hart not looking impressed. He too possesses raw strength, this one really is too hard to call

The referee signals for the bell and the two men circle each other in the ring. They tie up and begin to jostle for the advantage. Hart pushes Nate up against the ropes but Nate counters and flips Hart toward the turnbuckle before breaking at the referees command. They meet in the middle of the ring and Hart raises his hand high in the air issuing a show of strength challenge. Nate Nack looks around at the fans who urge him on before answering the challenge

HA: Smart think by Hart, he suckered him in and then nailed him with the cheap shot and now he has the advantage

Hart connects with a kick to the mid section and then hits an axe handle across the back of Nack who falls to one knee. Hart backs away and then hits a running knee to the side of the head. He lifts Nate off the apron and backs him against the ropes before Irish whipping him and then hitting a big body drop and hooks the leg

1..

HE: Nate Nack powers out at the count of one

Hart lifts Nack up and then backs him into the corner of the ring. he hits a shoulder thrust into the midsection, followed by a knee and then backs away before running and hitting a body splash. Nack stumbles out of the corner and Hart lifts him and slams him down to the mat with a body slam and quickly goes for another pin

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2

Nate kicks out after two and Hart stays on the attack. He rubs his elbow across the face of Nate and the referee has to count to five to get him to stop. Hart gets to his feet and gets in the officials face who threatens to DQ him. He turns back to pick Nate up but is tackled down to the mat and then Nate unleashes a flurry of punches.

HA: Hart allowed himself to lose focus and now its Nate Nack who is in the ascendancy

Nack gets to his feet and raises his arm to the air as the crowd cheer him. He motions for Hart to get to his feet and then kicks him in the gut and connects with a suplex. He drags him back to his feet and then whips him into the corner of the ring and hits a running clothesline. Hart slumps into the corner and then Nate stomps a mud hole in him before backing away and then squashing his head up against the middle turnbuckle with a running knee.

HE: Nate Nack is on fire here with a final spot up for grabs

Nack waits for Hart to get to his feet and then backs him against the ropes and whips him across the ring before knocking him down with a big boot and then hits a standing leg drop before going for the pin

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2

HE: shoulder up from Hart but he has to find a way to get back into this

Nate gets to his feet and drags Hart up, he chops him across the chest to the 'WOOOOs' of the crowd. He continues to chop him backing him back against the rope and then he goes to whip him

HA: What a clothesline. I thought he was going to whip him but he nails the short arm clothesline, he almost took his head off

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HE: So close... Hart kicks out in the nick of time

Hart staggers up holding his head,

HA: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!! THIS IS OVER

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HE: Hart kicked out again. Nate can't believe it

Nack looks to the heavens. He waits for Hart to get to his feet and then lifts him in the gorilla press slam position

HA: just look at the strength here.......BUT SO CLEVER FROM HART!!!

Hart rolls off and then hits a chop block taking out the leg of Nate Nack. He grabs the same leg and then violently begins kicking it and then slams it down to the mat. He drags him across the ring and then slides out under the bottom rope. he grabs the same leg and wraps it around the ring post

HA: This is so clever from hart. By taking out the vertical base of Nate Nack you're effectively taking away his power game

Hart smiles at the crowd who hurl abuse at him. He rolls back in the ring and then stomps down on the injured leg. Hart backs away laughing at Nack as he tries to get to his feet, each time he runs at him kicking the injured leg out from underneath him.

HE: Well this looks like it could be only a matter of time. Nate can barely stand here

Nack struggles up to his feet again and Hart closes in. He kicks him in the gut before setting up in position behind him and nailing a pump handle into a running power slam and he hooks the leg

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HE: DID HE GET IT????

HA: NO!!! THE REFEREE IS SIGNALLING TWO

Hart is furious and rounds on the referee. He turns back to face Nack who is holding his leg in pain. He picks him up and then sends him straight back down with a Russian leg sweep and then goes for another cover

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2

Nack gets his shoulder up and Hart hits the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet in anger and accuses the ref of a slow count

HA: ROLL UP NACK COULD GET THE W HERE

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HE: SO CLOSE

Hart kicks out of the roll up from Nack he quickly gets to his feet and hits another chop block as Nack tries to get back to his feet. He grabs the leg and rests it on the bottom rope before bouncing on the rope and dropping all his weight over the ankle. He drags him into the middle of the ring and then grabs the injured leg

HA: What’s he thinking?? Uh-oh, figure four right in the centre of the ring. Nack has nowhere to go

Nate tries to fight against the submission but the pain is taking its toll and he quickly begins to fade

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His shoulders fall to the mat long enough to be counted as a pin fall and he gets them up just before the three count. The crowd start chanting his name and Nack looks to get a second wind as he begins to pull his opponent toward the bottom rope. Hart cleverly breaks the figure four and drags him back away from the rope and locks the submission back in again

HA: Hart is a genius. That could be the match right there

The referee is asking Nate if he wants to submit but he refuses. With the official looking for the tap out Hart takes advantage and grabs the middle rope to apply extra pressure and Nack raises his hand

HE: This is it, he's going to tap

HA: No he isn't, he's trying to turn him...what resilience

Nate drops his arm but uses is as momentum to try and turn Hart onto his stomach and reverse the pressure.

HE: He’s done it. Nate Nack reversed it. The will of this kid is incredible

Hart quickly reaches the bottom rope before he feels the full extent of the hold. He gets up to his feet quicker but Nate is ready for him and rocks him with a big right hand. Hart stumbles back before returning with a haymaker of his own and the two begin to trade blows.

HA: WHAT A CHEAP SHOT

The crowd boo as Hart gets a thumb to the eye with Nack gaining the upper hand. Nack stumbles around blindly

HE: SPEAR...INTO A SPINEBUSTER. WHAT A MOVE!!! THIS ONE'S DONE

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HA: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! DEAR GOD THE WILLPOWER OF THIS KID

Hart is seething and he gets to his feet. He barks angrily at Nate Nack to do the same. as he does he runs at him again

HA: Spear again...NOBODY HOME! HART BIT THE TURNBUCKLE

HE: INVERTED DDT!! WHAT IMPACT FROM NATE NACK

HA: But he can't take advantage. He goes straight back to holding that ankle.

Both men are down in the centre of the ring. The referee starts to count them both out

1...............2.................3.......................4

Hart begins to stir and drags himself to the bottom rope

......5.............6...........

Nate also gets to the rope

.7..............8....................9

HE: Both men just answering the count there. Nate limps into the centre of the ring and ducks under a clothesline Hart he runs and bounces off the ropes and then hits a shoulder charge. Hart jumps back up, but is met with another shoulder charge by Nate. He gets back to his feet again and is met with an inverted atomic drop followed up with a overhead belly suplex which sends him flying

HE: Huge power there from Nate Nack who somehow is back in this one

Nack walks over and lifts Hart off the canvas, he backs him against the ropes and then whips him across the ring before hitting a flapjack Samoan drop and then rolls over into the pin

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HA: Hart got his shoulder up. My word there were only microseconds in it there and Nate knows it

Nack backs into the corner and sits still favouring his ankle. He waits for Hart to move before getting back to his feet and making his way over. He kicks him in the midsection and then lifts him up into the Gorilla press slam position again bench pressing him above his head

HE: That is so impressive, we have seen him go for this unsuccessfully before but this is scary

HA: Maybe the leg isn't as bad as it looks if he's able to muster this kind of strength

The crowd go wild as Nack drops him down to the mat face first from the lofted position and then goes for the pin

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HE: This is insane, both these guys going above and beyond here

Hart throws his arm in the air and the official signals the two to the timekeeper. Nate gets to his feet and he signals for the end. He lifts Hart up and kicks him in the mid riff before setting him in the suplex position

HE: He calls this the Wake up Call AND………….

HE NAILS IT

Hart gets drilled with the suplex into the stunner and then hooks both of Harts legs

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HA: NO HART KICKED OUT AGAIN! MY WORD BOTH OF THESE GUYS WANT THIS SO MUCH!!

Nate Nack looks on at Hart; he can't believe that he's just kicked out. He signals for another finisher and walks over to pick Hart off the mat. He stumbles backwards as Hart rakes the eyes of him. The crowd boos as Hart gets to his feet and Nack blindly swings a lariat which Hart ducks underneath and it connects with the referee knocking him out. Nack holds his head in shock as Hart spins him around he blocks the kick from him and then spins him

HE: WAKE UP CALL FOR THE SECOND TIME

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HA: BUT NOW THERE'S NO REFEREE! NACK TOOK HIM OUT! HE ONLY HAS HIMSELF TO BLAME

Nack gets up from the pinning position to try and revive the referee. He tries lifting him to no avail.

HE: We need another official out here. Nack has this in the bag.....SON OF A....

The crowd jeer as Hart hits a low blow. Nack falls to the mat doubled over in pain. Hart rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He staggers over to the timekeeper and throws him out of his seat and then throws the steel chair in the ring. He grabs the bell and then slides back in the ring. Nack is slowly getting to his feet as Hart drives the ring-bell into the skull of Nack busting him open and then throws the bell to the outside.

HA: This is disgusting. We need a referee out here now. Hart should be disqualified

HE: Well Nack can only blame himself. He’s the one that knocked out the official. Had he not done that he'd be in the final already. Now it looks like he's headed out of the competition

Hart grabs the steel chair and raises it high over his head before

CRACK!!!!!!!!!
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Repeated chair shots rain down across the back of Nack. Hart exits the ring and grabs a second steel chair. He sets the two chairs against each other and then lifts the limp body of Nack in to the air.

HE: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIRS! WHAT CARNAGE! NACK COULD BE BROKEN IN TWO!!

Hart throws the chairs out of the ring

HA: And the referee is just coming to as well. What a crock. Hart has stolen this. The no good dirty……

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HA: THIS IS INSANE!!! NATE NACK KICKED OUT AGAIN!!

HE: Is it really worth it kid. You've still got your entire career ahead of you don't end it for this one match

Hart is furious. He punches the mat and throws a temper tantrum in the ring before he backs into the corner of the ring. He motions for Nack to get up, Nate is slow to respond, but eventually he drags himself up

HE: SPEAR....

Ha: Nobody home.....WAKE UP CALL OUT OF NOWHERE!!! FOR THE THIRD TIME

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HA: HE’S GOT IT, HE’S GOT IT - YES!!!
AFTER EVERYTHING HE HAS BEEN THROUGH IN THE LAST 21 MINUTES NATE NACK HAS COME THROUGH A BRUTAL MATCH UP TO ADVANCE TO THE FINAL. WHAT AN EFFORT BY THIS KID. HE WAS SO NEARLY OUT OF THIS MATCH ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS BUT AFTER SHEAR DETERMINATION AND A WILL TO WIN HE HAS PREVAILED.

WHAT A MATCH UP

HE: It really was a superb effort. Either one of these would have deserved to come out of that match victorious here tonight. We still have one more semi final match up to go and boy has it got a lot to do to live up to that.

The crowd are showing their appreciation to both men. The official helps Nate Nack up and lifts his arm in victory but he falls up against the ropes. Nate is wearing a crimson mask but his smile is wide.
Medical staff make their way down from backstage and help him up the ramp as others look after Hart in the centre of the ring

HA: There's your first finalist right there folks. Nate Nack is victorious tonight, but I don't think we've seen the last of Dennis Hart by any means. A valiant effort and on another day it could have been him going on to the final of the Golden Briefcase tournament.

Commercial Break

Back from commercials

HE: Welcome back Ladies and Gentleman to another huge night of 6CW action. I must say at this stage I am sorry for dampening the mood but during the last show a heinous attack took place on one of 6CW’s most loved superstars

HA: That’s right Henry. Gazzy D was the victim of a brutal assault by an as yet unknown assailant. Let’s roll the footage from the events of that night

VIDEO FOOTAGE

The arena lights go down as the piano intro of Airplanes by B.O.B. starts to play

The crowd are on their feet

HE: This is electric HA. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge










The music continues to play and the crowd becomes anxious that Gazzy has not yet arrived

HA: This is strange Gazzy has been backstage tonight, we have all seen him

The music stops and the crowd start to boo

HE: What do we do now Harold??

Daniel Reilly is stood smiling in the centre of the ring

HA: This doesn’t feel right. Something is definitely going on here.

HE: I am being told there has been an incident backstage HA.
Christy we’re coming to you

The big screen turns on, Christy James is stood backstage she has tears in her eyes and is struggling with her words

CJ: There was so much blood
I didn’t know what to do, he was just lying there!!

The crowd are silent as the camera moves past Christy to reveal the shocking scenes

Paramedics are knelt on the floor frantically working away

Para1: Give us some space. Where is the ambulance???

Sirens can be heard

Para2: The ambulance is outside but it can’t get any closer. We are going to have to move him

The first paramedic looking worried shakes his head

Para1: He has suffered a severe trauma to the head if we move him we risk additional blood loss and the potential for further injury. My first concern is the safety of the patient

The second paramedic who is a slightly more elderly gentleman sees the camera crew and whispers in the ear of his colleague

Para2: I think it best we do this at the hospital. The patient is still unconscious and his best chance for recovery is at the medical facility

The first paramedic nods as the stretcher arrives

Para1: Protect the neck, careful. He has lost a lot of blood can we get the I.V. ready?

The camera crew manage to break free from the crowd and get a clear shot to reveal a bloody Gazzy D lying motionless on the stretcher.

The entire arena takes a breath as Gazzy is lifted into the awaiting ambulance, the doors are slammed and it drives in to the night.

The camera re focuses on Christy who is sobbing uncontrollably


Back Live at ringside

HA: Well after those events it would be fair to say nobody knew the extent of the injuries suffered by Gazzy, questions were asked whether he would ever be in a position to compete again

HE: Indeed Harold. We just didn’t know!!!!

HA: Well I am pleased to announce we are joined tonight live via satellite by Gazzy who is recuperating at home in Manchester after his release from hospital

Gazzy can you hear us ok?

The video screen switches on. Gazzy is sat in a leather armchair, he has a cap on but bandages can still be seen.
The crowd cheers at his appearance and Gazzy smiles and waves

GD: Yes guys I can hear you loud and clear. I hope you are well?

HE: We are fine Gazzy; I think the majority are more concerned with your current condition?

Gazzy removes the cap his head is still heavily bandaged
GD: I am fine, just a scratch

HE: It looked a little more serious than that Gazzy, as the footage that we just played shows; you lost a lot of blood

Gazzy nods
GD: Apparently so. I don’t remember much about it too be honest. One second I was backstage getting ready for the Main Event and next thing I know I’m waking up in a hospital bed with a hell of a headache

I literally have no idea what happened
But I do want to take this opportunity to thank the work of the ambulance staff and all the doctors and nurses in the hospital. They have taken care of me fantastically and are a credit to the NHS.

HA: So you have no idea who it may have been?

Gazzy smiles
GD: I have my suspicions but nothing I can prove at this stage.

HE: And when can we expect to see you back in a 6CW ring?

GD: Funny you should ask, literally two minutes before you joined me I had been visited by my Doctor, he checked the wound and changed the dressing and we had a little chat about when I would be fit to return

HA: And

Gazzy holds up a piece of paper that reads

‘Medical clearance received for Gazzy D to return to immediate active competition signed Dr Stephen Muldoon’

The crowd cheers

GD: That’s right baby. I’m back, so whoever you are that wasn’t man enough to stand up to me man to man, face to face
That took the cowards way out and attacked me from behind

I’m back!!!

Gazzy has an evil smile
Did you really think that would be enough??
That you would keep me down that easily??

I don’t care whoever the hell you are
I am coming back and sooner rather than later

Gazzy stands up and moves towards the camera
GD: I will find you and I will get my revenge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd pop as the screen fades to black

HE: Wow great news there Harold, Gazzy D is back next show and he is seriously p****d

HA: I would not want to be in the shoes of whoever attacked him, Gazzy has them firmly in his sights and he will not stop until he gets vengeance!!!!

The scene opens in LAX Airport, a man dressed in jeans and a grey hooded sweatshirt is standing looking at the departure board

‘Flight LAX490 to London now Boarding Gate 17’

The man starts to walk towards the gate

The footage moves between images:

An airplane taking off in sunny conditions
The plane landing in the pouring rain
A herd of passengers being ferried to the arrivals gate

The man is shown standing at baggage reclaim, he picks up a black holdall, slinging it over his shoulder he walks towards passport control.

The scene next cuts to the man standing in a taxi queue, a taxi pulls up and the man leans through the open window, he hands the driver a piece of paper
Talking in an American accent with a slight Mexican drawl
AS: I need to go here

The man jumps in the taxi and it pulls away

The scene cuts to the taxi pulling up outside the 6CW show at the Copper Box in London, the man steps out and hands the driver some cash, as the taxi pulls away the man looks up at the arena and smiles

AS: I’m home

Dean Andrews is sat in his office, he looks nervous and has a half drunk glass of whiskey in front of him, Andrews twists the glass wistfully as there is a knock at the door.

DA: Yes

The door opens and a stage hand pokes his head into the office

SH: Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Andrews but there is a Mr. Jones here to see you. He say’s he is here as a representative of the sponsors and that you are expecting him?

Andrews exhales and finishes the glass of whisky

DA: Show him in
A slightly built man dressed in a grey suit walks through the door he has a receding hairline and is wearing glasses, under his arm is a folder filled with papers

DA: Please take a seat. Mr. Jones is it?

Mr. Jones: I would prefer to stand

Andrews reaches for the decanter of whisky
DA: Drink?

Mr Jones: I don’t think it’s appropriate, do you?

Andrews puts the lid back on the decanter, his shoulders slumped, he looks up with a hopeful smile
DA: Well what do I owe the pleasure? Attendances are up, viewing figures are climbing. Can I assume this is a congratulatory meeting?

Mr. Jones: I think you know what they say assuming things does!!

Andrews head drops

Mr. Jones: I am not here to beat around the bush Mr. Andrews

DA: Dean, please

Mr. Jones: I‘d prefer if we kept this formal Mr. Andrews. My time is money and I am sure you have things that you need to do??
So if it is o.k. I’ll not draw this out for any longer than is necessary

Andrews nods

Mr. Jones: I am here on behalf of the group of sponsors who are currently backing this little project of yours.


DA: Well I think you know it’s not as one sided as that. I have spent a significant portion of my personal wealth in getting 6CW back off the ground, last time I checked I had as much of a right to 6CW as you

Mr. Jones smiles sarcastically

Mr. Jones: Yes, yes Mr. Andrews whilst your initial purchase of the business was vital and I am of course not here to belittle your ‘wealth’ but I am sure you appreciate the size of the investment that our companies have made.

And I am sure you would agree that without us the purchase of this arena that we stand in now would not have been possible.

The TV deals, the advertising, the deals for merchandising. I am sure your contacts are vast but again this has all happened because of the work carried out by myself and my colleagues.

Andrews is agitated
DA: Yes I am well aware that without your help a lot of this may not have been possible, but my input has been just as important
Who has the contacts and experience of the wrestling industry, who identified 6CW as a viable option for purchase in the first place??

This is my vision, what you have seen out there is because of me. Not because of a bunch of faceless suits!!!

Suits who if my mind serves me right agreed to be silent business partners??

Mr. Jones smiles and nods

Mr. Jones: The world of business is organic Mr. Andrews, it constantly evolves. Decisions made yesterday are constantly challenged and reviewed.
As a result of recent events we have decided that perhaps we should take a more active interest in how things are being run.

DA: What recent events??
You ask anyone 6CW has come back with a bang, everybody is talking about us

Mr. Jones: That they are Mr. Andrews, that they are. Never the less my colleagues and I held an emergency meeting following the last edition of Anarchy

DA: Why wasn’t I invited?

Mr. Jones: The output of this meeting is why I am here today.

Mr. Jones opens the folder on the desk and pulls out a piece of paper

The consensus of the group is one of a feeling of disappointment with early progress, whilst we agree that the matches in the ring have been of a high standard we have real concerns about the longevity of 6CW under the stewardship of this reactive, abrasive and un-business like approach that you appear to follow.

Andrews is fuming

Whilst we appreciate that with your wrestling background you may believe that you understand what makes a successful wrestling promotion, based on events so far you appear to be more interested in satisfying your own ego and pandering to the fans.

Andrews tries to interrupt but Mr. Jones raises his hand to silence him

Whilst yes we accept that it is the fans who will buy the tickets and the merchandise, in order to ensure long term success the business must make decisions that they do not always agree with.

As you have said Mr. Andrews on multiple occasions, all decisions must be in the best interests of 6CW. We feel that it is time you started proving that you believe this rather than it just being a series of words spouted to achieve what I believe is known as a ‘cheap pop’

I am here tonight on behalf of our group to present a list of issues that we feel need to be addressed immediately; otherwise we will have no choice but to reconsider our role in the future of 6CW.

Mr. Jones hands the paper to Dean Andrews

Mr. Jones: I have also asked my secretary to email you a copy of this once our meeting is concluded

Dean Andrews has a quick scan of the piece of paper
DA: No chance, number one just aint happening

Mr. Jones: I’m sorry for any confusion, but these are not up for discussion and that point in particular was agreed by all to be paramount to our success




Mr. Reilly is viewed by my colleagues and I as a very important part in the future of this company. We have already been in contact with his representatives, we have apologised for any offence you may have caused and made a considerable financial offer to compensate for any suffering caused and to also ensure he chooses 6CW instead of any of the rival companies.

We have made personal assurances that your actions have been viewed as unacceptable and should anything of that nature happen again it will be your position that will be in doubt.

Andrews is shaking with anger

And finally we assured them that their client will be welcomed back next week and put straight into a match against an opponent more befitting of his level of ability.

Mr. Jones removes his glasses slightly

Mr. Jones: Whilst of course we can not make you do anything Mr. Andrews that you do not want to do, and as against making threats as we are. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you again what you stand to lose if we walk away?

Just ask yourself, this


What is in the best interests of 6CW?????

Mr. Jones replaces his glasses, picking up the folder from the desk he turns to leave but stops turns and smiles

Mr. Jones: I look forward to working with you in the future

Mr. Jones leaves the office, Dean Andrews is red in the face as he rips the paper into tiny pieces, and the scene ends focusing on the bits of paper on the office floor.

Backstage before the Main Event DeMarcus Brown is walking down a corridor, Brown is dressed in his ring attire his hood covering his face

A phone rings and Brown reaches into his pocket, reading the screen

‘Curtis calling’

Brown stuffs his phone back in his pocket
DB: Fool!!!!

Brown starts to move off again but stops as his attention is taken by a dressing room door opposite, focusing on the door in front of him Brown’s eyes widen and he starts to bang his fists together, the sign on the door reads

‘6CW Superstar: Blade’

Henry: Well, that was… Odd?!

Harold: Indeed, Henry, it does appear that Damien Andrews may not necessarily be as in control as what he says he is… Is this his revival, or is he just acting as puppet for these ‘sponsors’ who have tonight rehired Daniel Reilly.

Henry: Not only that, but it also appears that they have identified a number of ‘issues’ which require Andrews’ immediate attention to rectify. It does make you wonder if these sponsors might pull out if they don’t like the product?

Harold: They seem to be in charge, Henry, they can do what they damn well please! It’s their money, Andrews is just spending it!

Henry: I’m sure we’ll discover more as this rebirth continues, but for now it’s time for our main event! And this one promises to be quite an explosive encounter, Harold!

Harold: Damn right, it’s the second semi-final of the Golden Briefcase tournament, we already know that Nate Nack has made the final, but which of these two men will make it to the final to join him?! I’m dying to know!

Smoke plunges into the Copper Box as the lights descend. Disturbed’s ‘Hell’ blares out and the man mountain that is Orthrus slowly moves upwards through the ramp, his dominating figure fixed upon the ring. He slowly begins to move towards the ring, a look of focus and intensity etched upon his face.

Henry: This is one intimidating human being, Harold!

Harold: Is he even human?! We say it every week, this man was born to dominate. Look at the size of him!!

Orthrus makes the ring, climbing over the top rope and turns to face the titantron as ‘Gangster Rap made me do it’ begins to play, the crowd booing as Demarcus Brown struts out onto the stage. He looks down the rap at Orthrus and smiles cockily.

Harold: This guy impresses the hell out of me! Such ability, such charisma!

Henry: But there’s also an arrogance, and that just there encapsulates everything about Brown. He thinks he’s got this sewn up, yet he’s going up against someone that is nearly seven feet tall and 350 pounds, this won’t be a cake walk!

Brown gets into the ring, removing his entrance attire. He wastes no time in going right up to Orthrus and initiating a stare down, showing the size difference between the two men. Brown begins to smack talk Orthrus, who’s stare never leaves Brown. Brown eventually ceases and the pushes Orthrus back following through to strike him, but is unseated by a vicious uppercut which sends him to the mat. The San Jose native is fast to his feet, but is met by a knee to the gut and some clubbing blows to the back by Orthrus.

Brown escapes the onslaught and makes for the corner, aiming for some respite. Orthrus has other ideas, locking in a full nelson and slamming Brown to the mat, making a cover…

Ref: 1……..Kick out.

Henry: Will take more than that!

Orthrus hauls Brown up and launces him to the corner, following him in with a splash. Brown stumbles out, falling to his knees as Orthrus charges and strikes with a boot to the temple, Brown crumpling like a house of hards.

Harold: This is the aggression that Andrews wants to see! Orthrus hasn’t given Brown time to even breathe!

Orthrus goes to cover but Brown’s leg is making contact with a rope and the referee refuses the count. Orthrus hauls Brown up to a kneeled position, but is caught off guard by a couple of stiff jabs to his mid-section, as Brown tries to rally. Orthrus is winded by these blows and Brown gets time to get to the ropes to try and recover. He foolishly has his back turned to the monster, who shakes off Brown’s attack and charges, going for a running big boot, Brown dodges, resulting in Orthrus getting his leg stuck over the rope. Brown acts instinctively and chop blocks the standing leg, putting Orthrus to the canvas.

Henry: And the big man goes down, real awareness by Brown, here!

Brown mounts his taller opponent, and reels off a series of punches, getting up and dropping a leg across the throat. There is a sense of urgency about his attack as he drops another leg and makes a cover.

Ref: 1……………2.Kickout.

Brown is up again, looking down at a stirring Orthrus, he rolls him over, and takes a handful of his hair, putting his foot to the back of the head as he lifts it back…

Henry: Orthrus made to eat dirt!

Brown hits his version of the curb stomp and Orthrus is seemingly out.

Ref: 1…………2………..

Harold: Kick out by the big man!!

Brown grimaces, as he hauls Orthrus up and whips him to the corner, following in with a shoulder charge. He follows up with a series of hefty body shots to the body of the monster, leading him out, and locking in a bear hug.

Henry: To do a job against Orthrus, you really have to try and wear him down, Brown knows that and he’s executing his game plan excellently!

Brown ramps up the pressure as Orthrus tries to fight out of the hold, using his strength to start pushing Brown towards the ropes.

Harold: What a struggle! The immovable object meets the irresistible force!

Orthrus begins to win the battle, slowly making inroads into breaking the hold by edging Brown towards the ropes. He gets closer, and closer, and closer… Within touching distance until a canny Brown sniffs out the imminent break of the hold and drives a knee into the gut of the big man, hitting a DDT and holding the end of it for effect.

The crowd boo as Brown yells “This is my ghetto now baby” before rolling Orthrus over and making the cover.

Henry: Cover, 1……….2………..

NO! I thought Brown had it!

Harold: So did he!

Brown looks irked as he gets up and begins to circle Orthrus like a predator, hunting for his next point of attack, as Orthrus tries to bring himself to his feet. He reaches his knees and Brown hits a stiff kick to the ribs and the impact rings out over the copper box. The attack continues and Brown hauls
Orthrus to a near vertical base…

Henry: Tell me he’s not going to lift him?!

Harold: Oh wow, what strength!!

Brown puts a lot of effort into it and it shows as he gets Orthrus off the ground and drives the monster into the canvas with a massive spinebuster. He retreats to the corner, posturing himself, readying for a spear, ala Edge.

Henry: Looks like Brown’s readying himself for what he calls the Drive By!

Harold: If he connects, that’s got to be ball game!

Brown sees Orthrus pulling himself up and takes off, charging at the near seven foot goliath…

Henry: DRIVE BY!

Harold: WHAT A SHOT! BROWN’S OUT OF IT!

Brown charges in at Orthrus who turns and instinctively lifts a boot, Brown, running at speed collides with it and picturesquely hits the mat, seemingly out cold. Orthrus, who has fallen to the mat, makes the cover…

Henry: Orthrus has this, One….Two………….BROWN KICKS OUT!

Harold: This match is going at a break neck pace!

Orthrus finally looks fazed as Brown throws a shoulder up. He gathers himself and pulls himself up, looking groggy from Brown’s sustained attack. He pulls Brown up and hits a knee to the solar plexus, causing Brown to double over, Orthrus almost effortlessly lifts him and hits a package piledriver, passing up the opportunity to make the pin.

Henry: Orthrus now in control.

Orthrus grabs Brown by the throat and hauls him up, Brown managing to hit a couple of left hands to the body of the monster, but Orthrus curtails any momentum with a headbutt that sends Brown almost jelly legged. Orthrus whips Brown to the ropes and on the rebound drops him with his own spinebuster. Orthrus gets up and roars.

Harold: A rare show of emotion from Orthrus, I think he can smell a place in the final.

Orthrus backs away, urging Brown up, who is groggily complying with his opponents wishes, Brown wearily attempts to throw a clothesline Orthrus’ way but is met by a strong grip to this throat. Orthrus’ eyes burn through Brown as he lifts him up…

Henry: WHAT A CHOKESLAM! THANKS FOR PLAYING DEMARCUS!

Harold: Cover….Game over….One, two……..HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!?! Neither man will stay down!!!

Orthrus drives Brown into the canvas with a massive chokeslam, dropping to his knees to cover. Brown defies him, though and kicks out at what seems like 2 and 7/8’s. Orthrus is seen mouthing ‘enough is enough’ and effortlessly hauls Brown to his feet, readying for Death from Above.

Henry: Here we go, Death from Above!

Harold: Brown’s escaped it…. SPEAR!! Wow!

Brown drops out the back of the Crucifix Powerbomb and runs the ropes as Orthrus turns around, flush into a huge spear by Brown. Both men are out.

Henry: Brown’s stirring first, but I think both of these men have given their all!

Brown is the first one to his feet, and he smells blood in the water. He labours to haul Orthrus to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders!

Harold: Look at Brown’s strength!! That’s a 345lb man he’s got on his shoulders!!

Henry: Unbelievable, Broken Home coming up, Brown has one foot in the fin

…WAIT A SECOND!!

Harold: What is he doing out here?!

‘I do what I want’ hits just as Brown is about to hit the F5 to Orthrus, and Blade makes his way onto the stage, looking straight at Brown, he slowly walks towards the ring as Brown drops Orthrus to the mat.

Henry: Brown has made it his mission to make Blade’s life a misery, looks like Blade’s fighting fire with fire!

Brown is livid, as he is screaming at Blade to walk away, but Blade continues his purposeful walk, slowly climbing up on to the apron as Brown confronts him, both men nose to nose. Brown is trash talking Blade who is just smiling wryly at his adversary. Brown becomes more irate as a stoic Blade doesn’t seem to want to return the tirade. Eventually Blade breaks into a full on grin, as Brown fumes…

Blade: Behind you…

Brown has had enough and swings for Blade who drops off the apron, causing Brown to go full circle, right into a hand going into his throat!

Henry: CHOKESLAM AGAIN!!

Orthrus nails the Chokeslam, driving Brown into the mat; he makes the cover as Blade watches smirking.

Ref: 1……………..2………………….3!

Harold: Orthrus has it!! Massive assist by Blade though!

Orthrus rolls away as Brown reels from his loss. Blade gets into the ring and finally begins trash talking Brown back as he recovers…

Henry: Justice for Blade after Brown cost him on the last show, there seems to be a swell of hate growing between these two, they aren’t finished with each other! ORTHRUS FROM BEHIND!

Blade is blindsided by Orthrus, who begins laying into the veteran. He lifts him up and flings him to the corner, continuing the assault, throwing lefts and rights and varying with elbows.

Harold: What’s this all about?! Orthrus won, Blade distracted Brown, Blade won him the match!?

Henry: I don’t think he cares… Orthrus just wants to hurt people!!

Brown has now joined in the assault as both men begin stomping the helpless Blade…

Henry: Oh come on, this a damn mugging!!

Harold: Wait a second!

The crowd then pop as from behind the curtain comes Nate Nack, who sprints down the aisle, removing his shirt before sliding into the ring.

Henry: NATE NACK IS HERE! THANK GOD!!

Nack ducks an Orthrus clothesline attempt and takes Brown down with one of his own. He turns to face Orthrus and the two big men begin slugging it out, trading hefty lefts and rights. Orthrus stuns Nack with a right hand but is stunned as Nate replies with a big left of his own, sending the monster backwards. Nate then throws himself at Orthrus and they both fall from the ring, their brawl continuing as they both stand.

In the ring, Brown and Blade are up and they do begin to brawl, Blade sending Brown to the outside before following him. Brown is ready for him though, and throws him into the barrier, clotheslining him into the crowd!

Henry: Ladies and gentlemen, things have combusted at ringside here; Blade and Brown are still brawling and then there’s our finalists for the Golden Briefcase tournament, Nate Nack and Orthrus!

Harold: This is the aggression the sponsors and Andrews wanted! Things are heating up don’t you think?!

Henry: They certainly are, Harold! But that’s all we’ve got time for tonight, folks! So many questions, but will he get any answers next time?! Who knows!! I’m Henry, with Harold, this was 6CW Anarchy… Good night!!

The show ends with shots of Nack and Orthrus fighting and Blade sending Brown reeling through the crowd!