6CW Anarchy Wednesday 10th April

6CW Anarchy - Wednesday 10th April


Match One
DeMarcus Brown vs Cody Wright


Match Two
Gazzy D vs Mike Masters



Match Three
Alejandro Suarez vs The Ronster



Match Four
Marty Helms vs Roman Azrael



Match Five
Daniel Reilly vs Jack Hurst - Jerome Dubois Guest Commentator



Main Event
LIVE Critics Chair featuring Nate Nack

Jack Hurst comes down to the ring in full Beefeater regalia.

"My friends, it appears the French are invading! You laugh, I understand, I would not want to belittle our frog legged cousins, but it is always hard to invade when your first instinct is surrender. Jerome Dubois, fils de pute. How could I not be distracted? The smell, that french musk, I was pinned by the vomit in my own throat.

Am I surprised by him? Alas, no. Jealousy from the French, a land of men who think themselves great lovers due to all the time they spend with their right hands, is of no shock. I cannot blame him for hating me, it must be galling to watch me do everything he wishes to do but so much better than he could ever dream. Is it unfair, Jerome, that all girls 18 and over love this light skinned casanova?"

"As my friends here at 6CW have yet to see me sing I thought I would give you a rendition of the national anthem. Although, I've added a couple changes. Uh hum..."

God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
I'll be victorius,
The French are laborious,
Long to bore all of us;
God save the Queen!

They'll eat a horse alive,
Find snails a sweet surprise
I'll make them fall;
Confound their dirty tricks,
Frustrate those knavish pr*cks,
On I your hopes you'll fix,
Dubois will fall!

Thank you my friends, I shall see you again a little later, dressed a little better too!"

The cameras begin to roll and we appear in the backstage area, Christy James can be seen wearing a 6CW t-shirt with a microphone in hand, behind Christy is giant 6CW poster with the different superstars on, Christy has a disgruntled to look on her face and seems agitated, a voice can then be heard from off shot.

??: What’s up sweet cheeks, you not happy to see me

Christy fires a stern look to her right before turning back to face the camera

CJ: Please welcome my guest at this time De Marcus Brown

De Marcus swaggers onto the set; his head is covered by the usual white hooded top. He looks Christy up and down before staring at her ass and nodding in approval

DB: Not half bad, obviously you could do with a bit more cushin for the pushin the trunk area but I can see exactly why Mr Andrews would hire you, it’s definitely not for your talent relation skills. You should be ecstatic to see I’m the biggest name in this company, interviewing me will be the highlight of your career; I’m the grand prize your city of gold, no still not interested. Fine you only get one chance to impress the most dominant superstar in 6CW history and you’ve just blown it, you get no second chances.
De Marcus then snatches the microphone out of Christy’s hands

DB: Somebody remove this piece of white trash from my presence, before I’m forced to remove her myself.

Two security guards enter the shot and put their hands around Christy escorting her from the set, De Marcus watches on with a glint in his eye, as Christy turns around he slaps Christy on the backside and begins to laugh, Christy turns back around and tries to fly at Brown but his held back by the guards, De Marcus places two fingers where his lips would be and pretends to blow her a kiss. He then pulls down the bandanna covering his mouth and lifts the microphone in front of his face

DB: Honestly its about time people in this company start treating me with more respect, if it wasn’t for me this company would have already been shut down for the second time, nobody cares about 6CW all anybody is interested in is De Marcus Brown. What do I get in return disrespect by cheap sluts in this companies employment, people should worship the ground I walk on, Orthurus may have his golden contract, they should give me a diamond encrusted one as a gesture of good will, right now whats to stop me from walking out of these doors and lighting up the arena of a company who knows how to treat its prize asset.

De Marcus rubs the back of his neck and stares intently at the camera

DB: Last week on Anarchy is showed put the whole roster on a warning, when I took out not one but two pathetic excuses of human life, Roman Azrael was nothing nut a fall guy he was a victim of the system, he should have never been in the ring with an athlete of my calibre, the punishment he received was not personal but a simple message to the brainless people running this company, either find me an opponent worth my time or I will make it my aim to ensure these punks cant even walk into my ring for a second time. As for Yarmouth Blade well he needed to be taught a lesson a lesson that he needs to watch his mouth and he needs to learn his place, hopefully the burns you suffered will act as a constant reminder that your place is as far away from De Marcus Brown as possible, if I were you Blade I would be accepting any ticket out of here and get as far away as possible because if our paths do cross again Blade I may not be as accommodating.

De Marcus snarls and his nostrils flair

DB: My reward for creating a global stir last week on Anarchy, yet another match with another worthless individual, only this time it’s an individual I have already beaten once to within an inch of his life, honestly who is running this show is this what these fans want to see De Marcus Brown beating up people how cause not even a ripple on this landscape. Cody I feel for you boy, you must have upset somebody along the way, they clearly don’t deem you worthy enough of a contract and am hoping I will just end your career because they clearly don’t have the balls to fire you. This, this is my reward, let’s face it the reason why is this company are afraid of what I am capable of they don’t want me near any other major talent because I will make them all look like suckling pups, runts of a far superior litter. However ill play your game for now I’ll continue to dominate my opponents but don’t expect me to just sit in the back and watch other have all the fun, if you want to stifle my talents, I’ll just have to make a name for myself in other ways, maybe then the big wigs will take notice.

De Marcus then pulls back up his bandanna and drops the microphone before making a W sign with hands as the scene fades out.

The scene opens with with Timothy Allen stood infront of a 6CW sign in the backstage of the arena.

TA: Ladies and Gentleman my guest at this time Marty Helms.

Marty Helms walks into the view of the camera wearing his outlaw shirt and combat pants.

MH: Hello Tim, Finally the burden of getting my first victory here in 6CW has been lifted... not that i was worried about that happening it was only a matter of time before it happened.

TA: Yes, you certainly did get the victory over Gazzy D who was clearly distracted with Mike Masters being at ringside.

MH: Let me stop you there Tim, it is not my problem if Gazzy could not keep his focus on me rather than Masters. I did what everyone else in the locker room would have done and took advantage of the opportunity in front of me. As i have been saying this last couple of weeks the darker more destructive side of Marty Helms will come to the forefront. Mike Masters started the fire within me with the kick to my head and then Roman Azrael really helped the fire to burn by getting the victory at Absolution... a match i had won until it was snatched away at the last second.

TA: You get your chance at Roman Azrael in singles competition at Anarchy. Do you have a message for him?

MH: Yes i do Tim it is simply this..... Roman Azrael i will get my redemption for the loss at Absolution. The era of The Last Outlaw is upon 6CW the era of Marty Helms has begun.

Helms smirks as he walks out of the shot and the cameras fade with Timothy Allen seen shaking his head in disbelief

The crowd is waiting in the arena with a sense of anticipation so strong it as tangible. The ringside workers were moving around the arena, preparing for the next segment while a 6CW promotional commercial played on a screen. After the commercial, the lights came back on. Another moment passed before “Unbreakable” began playing. The crowd cheers as the Mighty Mighty Nate Nack came out onto the ramp wearing his trademark “Mighty Strong, Mighty Fine, Mighty Mighty” t-shirt over his silver ring gear. He waves to his fans and high-fives those at ringside while he makes his way down.

“Here comes Mighty Mighty Nate Nack,” says Harold Lloyd to his partner Henry, “who will also be appearing on the first ever live version of the Critic's Chair with Garry Grant.”

“Harold, with all of the talk he's dished out and the opponents that have him on their hitlist, I can imagine things going smoothly for him on Wednesday. If you ask me, he's just asking for trouble.”

“My goodness, it is mighty mighty good to be here in the middle of this ring!” he bellows into a microphone. “No match last week, no match this week, and I have got to tell you, all talk and no play makes Mighty Mighty Nate Nack mighty mighty bored! And it wouldn't have to be that way if this Reverend Plauge answered my challenge like a man and wasn't such a coward. Sure, he records his little speeches for all of us to watch, but how many times has he actually been down here to back it up? The answer, my friends, is a big, fat zero. He'd rather hide behind his mask and camera than come down here and fight me like a man. The one time he was down here, he interfered in a match that he didn't belong in under the cover dark.

Now, I do have to admit one thing about this Reverend, and I probably shouldn't be saying this. The guy really got into my head after that Golden Contract match. I wasn't in a good place after that. That match with Orthrus was the first time I really lost and had zero control over the outcome. Sure, I've come in second, third, fourth place in contests. I've seen kids lose championship games, but what the Reverend and Orthrus put me through was like telling the pitcher to throw for the star player's head. I tried my best and my best wasn't good enough. Now I know Mr. Andrews has been asking for ruthless aggression, but I had never been done wrong like that before, and I snapped. It drove me crazy. It took me to a dark place. I told the Reverend I wanted him dead. But I'm better now, and I want to tell you all, and especially you Reverend, that I take back what I said. You were right. That wasn't mighty mighty nice of me. No, kind Reverend, I want you alive. I want you here to see me beat every opponent in my way. I want you here to see me become champion. I want you here to see me rise to the top of this company. I want you here to see this 'parasite' become the number one here so that every day you show up, it reminds you of how you failed. Let me tell you right now, if you try to beat me, you'll fail. If you try to keep me down, you'll fail. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I'm not going anywhere, not anymore.

And I'm pretty sure you're all tired of me talking here, so I'll take my leave now. Of course, if you want to see more of me, you make sure you tune in Wednesday when I become Garry Grant's first ever live guest on the Critic's Chair. And the first one to be asked back, might I add. And while I think the man's got a few issues to take care of, between you and me, I don't think the idea of a rematch against Orthrus isn't too bad an idea. Maybe if the kind Reverend can't grow a spine by then, I'll take the so-called “untouchable” Orthrus. You may think you're invincible with that briefcase, but I'll bring you everything I've got and prove to you that that case should be in my mighty mighty hands. And if you think you can scare me off by bein' all big and scary, then boy howdy do I have a wake-up call for you.”

“Unbreakable” begins to play again as the Mighty Mighty Nate Nack tosses the microphone to a ringside worker and climbs up a turnbuckle, shouting to the crowd.

As Nate Nack continues to pose on the turnbuckles the lights go down and Hell blares over the arena

HL: It appears our Golden Briefcase winner has taken exception to what he's had to say.

Orthrus appears at the top of the ramp with mic in hand

You seen Nate ive sat in the back listening to crap that you've said that all these imbeciles in the arena will lap in doses because they've can't see through the bravado where the inner coward of you lies broken in pieces on the floor from the mental fragility of your ruined soul

You can kisses all these people's asses all you want but where did it get you? no where you lost at the PPV and your a loser in life with that skank of a wife who has to reign you in because deep down your always be a disappointed to your family

So this week you can sit in that chair with that moron Garry Grant and pour your soul out to this audience about how you will get revenge on Mr Plagues then come after me like some superman yet all i hear is words no actions because deep down you know you can't do it Nate.

You want a rematch? You can have your rematch when you do something of note Nate. You've done nothing since the PPV worthy of even being in the same building as me.

See this week im not in action but i don't really feel like doing nothing so Nate , Ill see you soon.....well maybe we'll see who knows eh i have bigger plans to deal with then listen to the crap you spew over and over again.

The lights go out in the arena and when they come back Orthrus has disappeared

HL: Looks like the monster isn't bothered by Nate's meaningless threats and has better and bigger things to plan
HL: Id dread to think what he's gone in store for 6CW

Ron is shown stumbling through a door backstage, he is looking desheveled, he has a big grey beard (think Daniel Bryan), his eyes are bloodshot and his red t-shirt has 3 large scratches down the front, he's missing a sandle.

Christy James sees him and runs up to him

CJ: RON! RON! RON!, can we speak to you please

Ron grabs his head in pain at noise

R: Shhhhhh, Christy, please, my head is killing me

CJ: Sorry, I just want to ask you a few questions, you haven't been see since your meeting with Mr Andrews last week, where have you been

R: Well, when faced with Mr Andrews ultimatum, I decided I needed to have a drink and well you know, one drink turns into another, and another, and another, and another...

CJ: I think we get the point Ron

R:.. and another, and then you have those, what do the kids call them? Jagger Bombs? Had about 50 of those, and a slippery nipple, and sex of the beach, speaking about sex, I thought I'd bagged a woman but when I woke up, a dog she was, total dog

CJ: I think that's a very rude comment to make about a woman!

R: No, she was literally a dog, that's where I got these scratches on my shirt, apparently she didn't take the idea of a one night stand very well

Christy looks perplexed at Ron as he pulls at the holes on his t-shirt

CJ: I've got to ask is this the best preperation for your match against Alejandro Suarez who is in great winning form of late?

R: I have nothing but respect for Alejandro, Super Ally I call him, the man can do things in the ring that I can't belive, last time I was so stunned was a time I went to ping-pong tournament in Thailand, things you wouldn't believe

Ron looks wistfully into the distance, Christy coughs to get his attention

R: Sorry, got caught in my memories, all I'll say is, no matter how good Alejandro is, no matter what form he's in, no matter how many world champions he's pinned, when it comes down to it, two men in the ring, mano e mano, it's going to be down to who wants it more, and no one wants this more than me, 6CW is my dream and I don't want that dream to end, On April 10th you are going to see the best of the Ron-ster, that is my promise...

CJ: Thank you very much Ron

R: One more thing...have you seen my sandle?

Christy James appears on screen.

CJ: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time Jerome Dubois!

Dubois appears on screen looking rather displeasured.

CJ: Well Dubois after disappearing off the 6CW radar for sometime you are now back, and you certainly made your presence felt last week, but why did you attack Jack Hurst?

Dubois sniggers

JD: Why Christy? Why!? Christy zis man is a fool! He is nodding more but a cheap, poor imitation of me! I mean look at him Christy, has he been spitting on my name since day one he joined this company...Did you really dink i was going to just sit back and let him get away with it? Sacre Bleu Jamais! Jamais Christy, because I am not going to allow someone to make a quick buck off my name! Off something i have worked my entire career to establish!

CJ: But i thought you were fired?

JD: Christy, I am a 6CW legend, I am above ze law and constraints dat is put around here by our so called glorious Leader Dean Andrews! Dean Andrews made ze biggest mistake of his career when he fired me because he fired someone who put zis company on ze map! But I cannot blame him too much Christy I mean I understand why he did it. He fired me because he felt dreatened dat I might take his job one day! But meh all he did is dig his own grave, because as of 3 weeks ago ze board of directors have allowed me access to be back on ze Roster!!!!!

*The fans are heard booing.

CJ: So your back for good?

JD: You won't get rid of such a charismatic, talented frenchman such as myself dat easily my darling!

CJ: With that being said, what are you doing on commentary tonight?

JD: Are you dat stupid? I am dere to comment biensure! Monsieur Jones, has given me ze opportunity to educated ze 6CW fans, he wants to improve ze demographic of our audience dat is what i am doing dere. It just so happens dat it gives me ze perfect opportunity to scout someone I distain in Monsieur Hurst! Ze fact dat he is trying to portray zis side of ze British people it is laughable! He is a minority, and a dying breed! I spit on him, and ze entire English population which is filled of mindless, peasants, pigs, uncultured little brats! Now Excuse I got some work to do unlike some people!

Dubois barges off in the distance as Christy is left by herself.