6CW Presents.....RETRIBUTION!!!!!!!!

6CW Retribution – Sunday 26th May - Live from the Copper Box Arena London

The 6CW logo appears

On screen the 6CW roster appear one by one

Voiceover: Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty

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*SMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: Ooooooooo!!!!

HE: The Hell!?

HA: It’s Garry Grant!!!!

HE: What is he doing!

*SMACK!

*SMACK!!!!!

*SMACK!!!!!

HE: Steel chair in hand, it is a repeat of 2 weeks ago! He is beating the holy hell out of Nate Nack!!!

HA: This man wants to be buried!

HE: He is making a name for himself Harold; he is taking out one of the top dogs around here!

Grant looks to have snapped as he chucks the bent steel chair out of the ring. Grant mounts Nate and begins to ground and pound him with a series of right shots to the head. Grant then backs away as Nate is covered in his own blood.

Nate crawls over to the corner and Grant pauses to measuring Nate up. Nate pulls himself back up to a vertical base

HE: THE AAAC!!!!!

HA: Almost took Nate’s head off!!!

Grant then grabs hold of Nate making sure he doesn’t crumble to the mat and drags him into the centre of the ring as he pivots behind Nate and clutches him in the Full Nelson position. Grants eyes are wide open he is staring into the camera screaming

GG: I am the next big thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is my time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE: FULL NELSON SLAM!!!!!

HA: He calls that the Rave Review!

HE: Man what an impact Garry Grant is making…..


VO: But an eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

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Orthrus applauds Plague on as Plague slowly removes his mask exposing his face as he stares straight at Orthrus.

HA: My god, look at this monster!

HE: Look as his eyes, man they seem almost soulless.

HA: What the hell does this man have to do with 6CW though!

Plague slowly raises his left arm and points at Orthrus who continues to smile. Plague then drags his right thumb across his neck like a knife slicing through the flesh.

HE: What on earth is happening to Orthrus?

HA: This man really is sick!

Orthrus stumbles down to one knee unable to breathe as he coughs out blood grasping his neck with his hands.

HE: What on earth is happening to Orthrus?

HA: I have no idea but Plague seems to be in control!!!!!!

Plague drags his arms back to his side. Orthrus is gasping for air as he slowly gets back up and moves his hands away from his neck revealing a large black mark across it, as Plague continues to stare Orthrus down as he licks his lips getting the drops of blood.

VO: Justice isn’t about fixing the past; it’s about healing the past's future

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

VO: Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back

A gang member jumps onto the apron and Blade swings the chair but they jump down to the outside as another jumps on Blade from behind. Blade tries to put up a fight but the other gang members join in the beat down and the gang members begin to get the upper hand. DeMarcus Brown orchestrates the attack from ringside as he surveys the litter of weapons at his disposal in the centre of the ring

He: What’s Brown looking for here?

Ha: UH-OH!!!

Brown produces a table from underneath the ring and slides it inside. Two of the gang members set it up in the centre of the ring as DeMarcus Brown climbs inside the ring. He takes out a bottle of fluid and empties it across the table before taking a box of matches out of his pocket. He strikes one and throws it on the table as it becomes engulfed in flames

Ha: I don't like where this is going

He: We seen this kind of attack earlier when they singled out Roman Azrael after his match up with DeMarcus Brown who looks to be the leader of the group

DeMarcus Brown barks instructions at the group and they stop the beat down. Two of them lift Blade up and set him up in position for the triple power bomb

He: WHAT DESTRUCTION

Ha: RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE OF FIRE! THIS IS RIDICULOUS


VO: For some offences, there is only Retribution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Retribution” by BioHazard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2XcrmlkdHw blasts through the speakers in the Copper box Arena. A huge Firework and Pyrotechnics display illuminate the darkness as colours of red, purple, gold and silver flash explode high into the air

The camera pans across the arena, around the white hot 6CW crowd all standing on their feet, focusing on the signs held in the air.

“Just One Win Ron – You can do it!!!!!!!!!”
“I’m Gazzy’s mystery attacker”
“EWF FEARS 6CW!!!!!!!”
“Nate Nack Paddy Whack give a dog a bone”
“I miss Dicey!!!!”
“Blade is gonna cut Brown down to size”
“Hurst eats Poodles for Breakfast!”


HA: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome to 6CW second PPV of the much talked about revival....Retribution! We are coming to you live, and exclusive from the Copper Box Arena in the greatest city in the world London, England. We have over 3,000 in attendance and an amazing show lined up for everyone watching on the V2 forum. I’m Harold Lloyd, alongside me is my broadcast colleague and brother, Henry, what are you expecting tonight Henry?

HE: Thank you Harold, and good evening Ladies and Gentleman. You are right tonight is going to be huge. And if my experience in 6CW over the years is anything to go by then I know to expect the unexpected, everything we have seen so far goes out the window. Tonight we take it up a notch. We are turning the dials right to eleven.

HA: Indeed Henry. Tonight there is so much going on. So many stories to tell. Have we ever had a period in 6CW where feuds are so intense and when you really cannot pick a winner in any of the matches we have on the card tonight?

HE: However strained relations appear to be behind the scenes between out joint General Managers they are definitely overseeing one of the greatest eras in 6CW history and too be honest I can only see it getting better

HA: As long as Andrews and Jones can keep a steady ship. They are the captains on this voyage and they need to keep a look out for any icebergs

HE: Have you been watching Titanic again???

HA: I can’t help it, it gets me every time

Henry shakes his head as we go backstage where Andrews is sat in his office, the door opens and in walks Mr. Jones. Andrews immediately jumps to his feet and greets his partner at the door.

DA: Where have you been all week. I have been trying to get in touch; there have been important arrangements to be made. A PPV show doesn’t just arrange itself. Being a GM doesn’t just mean making matches ya know. This isn’t all glitz and glamour.

*Jones is smiling ear to ear

DA: What are you so happy about?

MJ: I’m pleased about your reaction to the change in our business arrangements. We were always worried that you weren’t focused, that you were prone to taking your eye off the ball. It is good to see that my moving to the forefront of things has forced you to up your game

DA: Up my game!!!!!!!!!

I have been working at 100% from day one you cheeky son of a b!tch. My hard work is not a reaction to you. This is me, this is how much I care. Unlike you

*Jones appears confused

MJ: You think I don’t care, remember Dean this isn’t about me and you. I am purely the figure head of a much bigger group of investors. I am working in their best interests, which in turn are the best interests of you and 6CW

Name one thing that I have done to harm this company?
You are the one that sees this as a competition. In our eyes their can only be one winner and that is the business. You need to put your plans for petty one up-manship to one side. It is not healthy.

DA: Stop taking the higher ground, you know fine well what you’re up to. You may be toeing the party line at the moment but I can see the agenda of you and your so called business colleagues, you want me out

*Jones smiles

DA: You want me out and you want sole control of 6CW!!!!

MJ: Calm down Dean, remember your blood pressure. From what I’ve heard about you ex wrestlers your life expectancy isn’t great what with all the steroid use so you need to relax and stop creating crazy theories of conspiracy

I am not out to get you, neither did I shoot JFK or am I behind any plot to overthrow the US government using aliens from Mars

I am a business man who has huge experience in maximising potential. I know how to take something at a level of mediocrity and take it to a standard of excellence.

DA: Are you saying that my 6CW was mediocre

*Mr. Jones laughs

MJ: Dean, Dean, Dean. You really are amazing. I am standing in front of you telling you here hand on heart; we are on the same side. Where do you hope to get to on your own – Come on Dean, you know that this makes sense. Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face

Together we can achieve greatness for 6CW, together we are greater than the sum of our parts

*Jones takes a step towards Andrews

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey

Jones stretches out his right hand, Andrews looks him up and down before shaking his head and barging out of his office

The camera focuses on Mr Jones who is smiling

Mike Masters is seen backstage talking to a female. As the cameraman tries getting closer to hear the conversation, Mike Masters witnesses the cameraman as the female walks away.

MM: Hey what do you think you’re doing?

Cameraman: Well I ....

MM: Listen shut your trap. You know who I am? Mike Masters, I'm perfect and your not. Remember that. What's wrong with you cameraman, always zooming up into other peoples business. You know as a huge superstar, the spotlight is always on me and I mean always. But then again I don't blame you low life’s as I am the best thing going today. But for God's sake I need some privacy, a man like me who has fans chasing me and women screaming my name 24/7 needs some alone time. You wanna know who that female was? Of course you do but that’s for me to know and for you to find out.

MM: But now let’s talk about something different. Something just as important as me and that’s Retribution. Now management felt that I would somehow interfere in the match between GazzyD and Marty Helms and so they put me in a match against a Mexican known as "The Superstar". I mean really Suarez? Superstar? There’s only one real superstar in 6CW and that’s me. You know the thing about Suarez is he's a crowd pleaser, a risk taker. But that will be his downfall as my crazy god given talent will be too much for his lucha lucha style of wrestling. Mike Masters can outperform and outshine anyone on this damn roster because I'm that damn good.

MM: Now back to your creep of a cameraman. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood as I'm hooking up with one my many female acquaintances later if you know what I mean otherwise I would have ended your career as a cameraman with a click of the fingers now get out of my way if you know what’s best.

Mike Masters gives a smirk to the camera as he barges past the cameraman and heads towards his locker room as the camera fades.

HA: Welcome back to Retribution Ladies and Gentleman we have got some awesome matches for you here tonight and for some this one right now is the one that everybody is watching The Ronster has captured the imagination of so many in his relatively short time in 6CW and I would dare say there are very few people watching around the world that are supporting his opponent here tonight. The terms of the match are very simple if Ron loses he’s out of 6CW for good but should he win then he gets the contract he has always dreamed of. If he wins Ron is officially a pro wrestler a fully fledged member of the 6CW roster.

HE: Ronster's gonna have to dig down for this one though he lost to Cody last week and now he’s up against his brother. Dylan’s forte may be as part of a high flying tag team but he has shown in the past that he should not be taken lightly in singles competition.

"Six barrel shotgun" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0nKCq1hsqU the arena speakers and pyrotechnics shoot off into the rafters then the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Dylan Wright walks out onto the stage and then down the tagging fans as he goes the slides under the bottom rope and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring to wait for the Ronster.

HA: Dylan looking confident tonight, He thinks he’s got this one in the bag.

HE: Indeed Harold but he better be careful Ronster can put up a fight and if he chooses to do that tonight then Dylan is in for one hell of a fight hang on what's this all about then?

Suddenly the lights in the arena switch off then a voice over come over the speakers.

Voice over: Lady's and Gentleman please welcome the next man to become the face of 6CW by beating Dylan Wright your fighting hero The Ronsterrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

White Pyrotechnics shoot off the stage and confetti in red, White and blue falls from the ceiling as the lights come back on the "Faith" hits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Cs3Pvmmv0E and The Ronster comes walking out onto the stage waving at the fans as they cheer loudly he walks down the ramp looking determined doing a power walk he walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes with out stumbling over them and stands in the ring waving to the fans.

HA: Wow what an entrance there from The Ronster he’s right up for this one Henry.

HE: Yeah but it felt like it was his last entrance that's why we had all that confetti falling down I think he’s making the most of this night.

The referee checks the two men then gives the signal to start the match.

Ding, Ding, Ding.



Ronster holds his arm out to Dylan for a hand shake but Dylan just does a spinning kick to the gut and then a DDT and goes for the quick cover.




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HA: Cheep shot there from Dylan Wright looking for the easy win can Ronster kick out?

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HE: Yes but only just Ronster trying to gain some respect out of Dylan but no joy for big Ron.

The crowd cheers loudly as Ron kicks out just as the referee is about bring the arm down for a three count Dylan then urges for the big man to get to his feet and runs the ropes and goes for a clothesline which connects but rock the big man so Dylan again runs the rope and goes for another clothesline but this time Ronster ducks Dylan bounces of the ropes and is met with huge right hand from the big man sending Dylan crashing to the mat holding his jaw and looking a bit shocked at what Ronster has done to him.

HA: Well that was unexpected from the Ronster, Nice right hand landing right on the kisser.

HE: Dylan looking a little shocked at the moment, May be its Ronster's night after all.

HA: Or not great move there from Dylan.

Dylan is sitting down in the corner of the ring when Ronster marches up to him Dylan holds his arms out in front of him begging Ronster to stop but Ronster carries on walking up to Dylan but Dylan then grabs the trunks of the Ronster ramming his head into the turn buckle as the crowd then start to boo loudly towards Dylan who then lifts him self up walks to the center of the ring waits for Ronster to get to his feet and then hits a standing drop kick to the face sending Ronster out through the ropes and on to the floor on the outside of the ring.

HA: Well we all know who the crowd is cheering for, they’re giving Dylan a right mouth full after that move.

HE You’re telling me Harold, Oh watch out Ronster, Incoming.

The crowd start to boo loudly as Ronster in just getting to his feet and Dylan then runs the ropes and does a dive over the top rope landing on top of Ronster sending the big man to the floor Dylan lands on his feet screams at the crowd but they boo loudly at the tag team specialist.

Dylan then grabs hold of big Ron and Irish whips him to the steel steps and Big Ron fly's over the top landing hard on the other side of the steps Dylan then waits for Ronster to get to his feet and the runs and jumps over the steel steps jumping high of the steps hitting a kick to the chest of the Ronster then Dylan picks up Ronster rolls him under the bottom and follows him into the ring and goes for the cover.



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HA: Is this it for the Ronster, He took some huge hits there from Dylan Wright can he come back from this.

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HE: Oh my god how in the world did Ronster kick out that was a three count am sure of it?

HA: It did look a very slow count from the referee Henry giving enough time for Ronster to kick out.

HE: Oh my word low blow!

The crowd cheers loudly as Ronster just kick out Dylan stands up and starts to argue with the referee but the referee is adamant it was a two count Dylan shoves the referee knocking him of his feet the Ronster his a low blow right in the nuts grabs the trunks of Dylan and goes for the cover.

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HA: Holly crap cheep shot from the Ronster; He could have Dylan here.

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HE: Oh so close from Ronster but that was a very fast count there from the ref.

HA: He shouldn't have pushed the referee there should he Dylan could have well been disqualified right there.

HE: Watch Dylan splash by Ronster.

The crowd boos loudly as Dylan kicks out but the cheers soon turn to cheers when Ronster hits the low blow on Dylan as the referee is down on the mat then hits splash Ronster then waves to the crowd and then urges for Dylan to get to his feet and then starts to pummel lefts and rights to the face of Dylan Wright who is backing off into the corner trying to cover up Ronster drives a knee to the gut of Dylan and another one to the gut then throws Dylan to the mat.

HA: Great fighting spirit here from the Ronster.

HE: Looks like Ronster's gonna fly well from the second rope anyway.

HA: Oh man, Huge Spear!

The crowd cheers loudly for the Ronster as he climbs onto the second rope on the turn buckle jumps as high as he can but is connected with a huge spear from Dylan and he goes for the cover.

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HA: By Ronster it was great knowing you and fun to watch you.

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HE: When it just looked like Ronster was about to pull of the shock win of the century and then a huge spear from Dylan.
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HA: Wait the referee can't bear to put his arm down for the three count; the crowd are going wild!

HE: Look at Dylan he’s going crazy, demanding the referee bring the arm down for the three count and end Ronster's career.

The referee is finding it hard to bring his arm down for the three count Dylan's shouting him to end then match the Referee is about to put his arm down on the mat but the referee again changes his mind looks at Ronster about to come too a little.

Referee: Come on Ronster come round you son of a b1tch.

Ronster comes too a little and rolls out of the way of Dylan who just looks furious at the referee then heads towards Ronster who is just getting to his feet Dylan comes up to Ronster and is about to grab him for a head lock but Ronster then goes for the roll up as the crowd are going wild.


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HA: My god the referee hits a fast count.

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HE: Ronster is gonna do it, he’s gonna do it.

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Ding, Ding, Ding.

The crowd cheers loudly as Ronster get the victory and rolls out of the ring and onto the ramp the referee follows him and holds Ronster's arm in the air as "Faith" hits the arena speakers and the crowd cheers loudly with Dylan looking in complete shock in the center of the ring in a sitting down position.

HA: Oh my god Ronster has done it, look at his face, Well done Ron! Can you believe that Henry?

HE: It’s the stuff dreams are made off Harold. I have no idea how Ron has pulled that one out of the bag.
A huge night for Ron. What a way to kick off the PPV. Just listen to the crowd everybody is on their feet

HA: Apart from Dylan Wright I think he’s about to cry.

Ron then rushes over and leaps into the crowd who cheer their 6CW favorite on as Dylan hide his head in shame.

Back from the commercial and the scene opens in an abandoned church, the pews are cracked and chipped and most of the windows have been smashed or defaced in some way, the rain makes it's way through as candles struggle to light up the desolate structure. For a second everything seems peaceful until the sound of footsteps begin to echo as the camera pans around we can see The Reverend Edward Plague walking towards to Pulpit with a large iron cross in his hands, in long dark robes he walks past the camera and out of shot as it begins to shake and turn to static.

Suddenly the camera shot changes to The Reverend stood at the pulpit, with the words “WELCOME TO THE CHURCH OF PLAGUE” written in blood behind him. The pews are now full with people wearing the same black robes that cover Edwards intimidating frame, Edward raises his head, removes his hood to reveal his infamous blood splattered plague mask and begins to address the small crowd.

“Satan is amongst you ladies and gentleman but God has sent a saviour to deliver you from evil”

The crowd begin to quietly chant “Plague” over and over and Edward continues to speak

“I am the bringer of light, hope in a hopeless world, I am the end of evil and at Retribution, I go face to face with a prophet of Satan, he says there is no place for God in his world, he says that I will be punished for my beliefs and at Retribution he has promised to end me.”

The crowd in the church begin to slam their fists on to the pews, chanting Plague louder than before. The wood of the pews begins to crack under the pressure of every hit as Plague continues

“At Retribution I will be sending a message, a message that in a holy war Satan is nothing more than a pawn and when you go up against the almighty power of Edward Plague...the end is nigh”

One of the church goers stands up

???: Edward he is capable of inflicting pain upon you...his strength knows no limits!

Edward laughs and motions for the member of the church to sit down

“Your views on strength are ignorant, anyone can beat a person down, make them feel pain or snap their neck like a twig but real strength comes from within...God will keep me in his arms and any pain I feel is a test from him...I will continue to rise to me feet again and again until I have rid Satan from the body of Orthrus.”

The words of his upcoming opponent begin to play in the background, his words distort and glitch

“Your smoke and mirrors are gone”
“a man of Satan”
“It's time for you to meet your maker Plague”
Edward begins to laugh as he begins to directly address the man he will be facing at Retribution

“Orthrus, once again you have shown how weak you truly are...you have failed to see that I have picked my moments perfectly. Every action I have taken so far has had a purpose and though your feeble mind cannot see it, it whs all been building up to what you will witness at Retribution...the dawn of a new light in the crippled heart of the 6CW.”

“I believe you when you call yourself a man of action but I pity you that you think this is a good thing...you rush in to battle with a heart full of anger, it was your anger that allowed me to gain a contract to the 6CW, it was your anger that has pushed you in to a war you just cannot win and it will be your downfall when you step in to the ring with a man who has planned every step of the way and has NOTHING to lose.”

The Reverend Pauses as the camera once again flickers and the screen glitches, between the flickering disturbing religious imagery can be seen such as Jesus being nailed to the cross and a bloody crown of thorns, the camera flickers back to Edward as he continues to talk. The camera begins to pan around as he signs off

“At Retribution you have promised to beat me, to hurt me and to make me feel pain....You claim that I will beg for the anguish to end, that I will beg God to stop everything and that nothing will stop you”

“I hope that you are a man of your word because if it is in God's plan for me to be punished to prove my love to him then I welcome pain as if it were my only hope...I need to be punished.”

As the camera pans around the crowd watching him in the church are revealed to be all be wearing their own plague masks as the scene fades to black.

HA: Big Congratulations for The Ronster for picking up his win tonight, in what was a match where he was truly the definition of the word "Underdog". Ron dug deep and got the all important win which means he will remain here in 6CW! Still along side me is my good brother Henry, You looking forward to this next one Henry?

HE: Indeed I am Harold the first match was of the hook and this one should be no different Alejandro Suarez V Mike Masters two high flying stunt men going one on one this should be fast paced and risk taking all the way.

'Superstar' By Lupe Fiasco https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glwhxRFhulo plays out and sparks fall from above the entrance way, as Alejandro Suarez emerges, points to the sky, and quietly says "Dios me dé fuerzas" (God give me strength), before running down the rap and sliding into the ring, climbing the turnbuckles to salute the fans.

HA: well we know who the fans like in this match up hey Henry?

HE: We certainly do and these two aren't the best of friends and they will be all out to kick each others teeth down there throats, I'm really looking forward to this one Harold.

"Champion" by Chris Brown and Chipmunk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlnMVb2XVVk hits the arena speakers as the crowd starts to boo loudly and Chris Masters Comes out from the curtain walking backwards, once the single spotlight hits upon Mike, he turns his head with a smirk on his face. After this, he arrogantly walks towards the ring taunting fans on the way Masters gets to the ring and waves Suarez back with his arm and then climbs up the steel steps and into the ring as the two men stare each other in the face.

HA: High tension in the ring brother this one could explode at any time?

HE: Yes it could, Let the good times roll.

The referee checks the two men out and then gives the signal to start the match.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The two men continue to stare each other and start to trash talk each other Masters then shoves Suarez and he just laughs at Master in a sarcastic way then kicks the side of Masters leg and again and again Masters then swings a wild right hand and misses Suarez then his a Enziguri to the back of the head of Masters who then drops to one knee Suarez then hits a standing Moon Sault and goes for the cover.

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HE: But Masters kicks out!

HA: Incoming!

HE: Crashed and burnt.

The crowd boos loudly as Masters gets the shoulder up before the three count Suarez then climbs the top turn buckle and goes for a frog splash but Masters rolls out of the way and Suarez then hits the mat face first and holds his chest in pain.

HA: Nice counter from Masters, Suarez was going for the quick win but Masters had other ideas.

HE: And now Masters is in control of this one Harold, Oh my god that was sick!

The crowd boos loudly as Masters then urges for Suarez to get to his feet and Masters then hits a Running forearm Suarez then rolls out of the ring through the bottom rope Masters follows him shouting “You’re not good enough” Masters then waits for Suarez to get to his feet.

HA: This is not good for Suarez, Master uses all the tools in and out side of the ring.

HE: And wow what a shot!

Suarez turns round and Masters takes a long run and jumps of the steel steps and hits a Running forearm Suarez then hits the floor and looks out of it Masters holds one arm in the air and the crowd in the arena start to boo loudly Masters then picks up Suarez and rams his back into the ring apron one after the other then rolls Suarez back into the ring.

HA: Masters showing no mercy here tonight some hard shots there to Suarez.

HE: And now it looks like he’s not finished with Suarez.

Masters then still on the outside of the ring grabs the legs of Suarez and slams it into the steel ring post Suarez rives around in pain in the ring as Masters then just stands on the outside of the ring laughing at Suarez, Masters then from the outside of the ring then climbs the turn buckle and from the top fly's of and hits a leg drop on to the neck and then goes for the cover.


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HA: What a couple of moves there from Masters this could be all over?

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HE: Suarez just go the shoulder up, how on earth did he manage that?

The crowd cheers as Suarez gets the shoulder up Masters gets frustrated slamming his fist on the mate, Masters then picks up Suarez and Irish whips him to the corner of the ring and goes to follow up with a high boot to the head but Suarez ducks sending Masters over the top turn buckle landing hard on the outside of the ring.

HA: My god that was a hard hit on the floor for Masters.

HE: A bit of desperation there from Suarez diving out of the way but very effective.

HA: Holy crap, how does he do that, Great move!

The crowd cheers loudly as Masters hits the floor Suarez then staggers to his feet sees Masters just getting to his feet limping badly he runs the ropes then hits a suicide dive over the top rope landing on Masters, Suarez stands up limping and lets out a huge Roar to the crowd getting them wound up cheering loudly.

HA: This man even on one leg is the business.

HE: Oh no, Back ache for Masters a bit of revenge there.[/b]

The crowd cheers loudly when Suarez then grabs Masters by the waist and then rams him to the barrier back first then turns him round and then rams his back into the ring apron, Suarez rolls Masters into the ring and then starts to stamp all over Masters arms, Legs and then the stomach Suarez picks up Masters Irish whips him to the ropes and then hits a standing drop kick and then Masters lands on the second rope with his arm resting over the ropes.

HA: Oh my Tiger Feint Kick (619).

HE: And the cover!

The crowd cheers loudly as Suarez runs the ropes and then hits the Tiger Feint Kick but hurts his bad leg but managers to get the cover on as the crowd cheers for him.


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HA: He’s going to do it bad leg and all.

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HE: Or not, Master just gets the shoulder up in the nick of time.

The crowd boos loudly as Masters gets the shoulder up inches away as the referee confirms its just a two count Suarez holds his hands on his head as and can't believe it Masters and Suarez then hall each other fro the mat and start to throw hard right hands cheers for Suarez and boos for Masters, Masters then hits a knee to the gut of Suarez and then hits a swinging neck breaker he smiles at Suarez, Masters the climbs the top turn buckle as the crowd boos loudly holds both arms i the air and hits a 450 Splash.

HA: What a move, what a move?

HE My god that was a crazy move by Masters but what a counter from what seemed a knocked out Suarez.

The crowd start the holy sh!t chant as Suarez some how jumps up from a laying down position and manages to hit a Enziguri hitting Masters on his head sending him crashing to the mat.

HA: Look, Look Suarez can't get the cover his legs hurting him.

HE: Man this looks bad Masters is out cold and Suarez can't get there but wait look he’s crawling over to Masters.

HA: Go on son you can do it, this is your chance.

The crowd are urging Suarez who is slowly getting to Masters he turns him over and goes for the cover.


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HE: No Masters has got the shoulder up, This is just amazing stuff from these too great wrestlers.

The crowd boos loudly as Masters just gets the shoulder up Suarez then urges for Masters to get to his feet and then hits The Star Maker (Trouble in Paradise).

HA: Yes, Yes, Yes Suarez wins!

HE: No, No, No Masters was hit so hard he rolled out of the ring.

Suarez can't believe his luck when Master hits the mat but rolls under the bottom rope and out on the floor Suarez then limps over to the ropes where Masters is on the outside of the ring and sling shots himself over the top rope but Masters some how sees this coming and moves out the way and Suarez lands on the Barrier hitting his head hard and splitting it open blood pouring down his face.

HA: What a counter from Masters and now Suarez is split wide open.

HE: And this is where Masters can capitalize.

Masters starts to throw heavy punches on to the wound and then slams Suarez head into the steel steps Masters then rubs blood on to his chest and starts to laugh out loudly Masters picks up Suarez and rolls him under the bottom rope and follows in after him Masters picks up a groggy Suarez Irish whips him to the ropes and Suarez is met with a side walk slam and the crowd boos loudly.

HA: This is not looking good for Suarez Henry.

HE: Your telling me it not, Oh time to fly.

HA: 450 Splash!

The crowd boos loudly as Masters the climbs the top turn buckle and hits the 450 splash on Suarez and connects and goes for the cover.

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Ding, Ding, Ding.


"Champion" by Chris Brown and Chipmunk as the crowd boos loudly breathing heavy Masters standing up laughing at the bloody body of Suarez and the referee holding his arm high in the air.

HA: That was one hell of a match up. Back and forth so many times, anyone could have won it Henry.

HE: Agreed Harold that was a top notch match but Masters just had enough in the tank to win this match, well done Mike Masters.

Masters rolls out of the ring pounding his chest shouting "I am that DAM GOOD!!!!" as the ref checks on Suarez in the ring.

A camera in the backstage area comes to life, aiming its lens at nothing but a blank wall. A voice can be heard somewhere away from camera, the sounds of a man pleading. The camera begins to shake before dropping as what sounds like someone taking a beating, behind the camera’s lens.

The scene then suddenly becomes quiet and a pair of red boots comes walking into the fallen camera’s view. A white gloved hand reaches down and lifts the camera, pointing the camera at its owner.
The person facing the camera towards himself is a man covered in white makeup, with red paint smeared across his lips, almost into a smile, whilst his long hair shows traces of green dye.

Joker: Hehehehehehe! Isn’t the sound of laughter such a beautiful thing? It signals happiness, joy, cheerfulness! Laughter is our way of telling the world that we are happy. What is a world without laughter?

And yet, as I watch from deep within the shadows, everyone is so serious and laughter is a rarity and I ask myself why? Why does everyone walk around these corridors with such frowns on their faces? I mean, what, are you too big to laugh? Is that what it is?

Well isn’t it just lucky for yourselves that I have decided to reveal myself to your world. I am the Joker, and you will all play the games that I set, whether through choice or not. See, you will come to understand that when I want something, I get it.

And if I want you to laugh, then you can believe my every word when I say you will laugh. Is a smile too much to ask for?

Like a predator sat deep in hiding studying its prey, I have watched with intensity as every single man and woman in this business goes about their business. I’ve watched as you’ve got ready to go to the ring, as you’ve stopped for some food to fill your greed and needs, I’ve watched you converse between yourselves, yes, the Joker has watched.

Now first thing first, I’m not here to demand money or sponsorship or none of that ridiculous crap, my goals are not material related. So Mr Andrews, Mr Jones, I am speaking directly to the two of you right now. Come on gentlemen; look me dead in the eye now!

Now my demands are quite simple really. I want a contract. Now don’t even say it, because I know exactly what thoughts are running through your minds right now. ‘Why should we hire a clown?’ Hehehehehe, let me provide you the answers, gentlemen. Now the longer I have to wait for a contract that I find satisfactory to be given to me, the more I’m going to hurt people. Let that digest for a second, your whole future lies in my hands.

I will put every single superstar you have on the shelf if needs be, and then how exactly will you run this company of yours? And don’t kid yourself if you try to bluff me, I am a man of my word, and remorse isn’t an emotion I know of, so there will not be any problems in that department.

So think about what I’ve said gentlemen, it could be anyone. I will bring laughter and joy to this place whether it needs to be through force. Hehehehehehe!

The camera suddenly cuts dead.

Back at Ringside

HA: What the hell was that about??

HE: I have no idea but that’s just what 6CW needs, another crazy running around backstage

HA: Well he’s made his demand very clear. He wants a permanent contract and despite the make-up he sounded serious

HE: Serious or not, we have seen that Jones and Andrews already have a lot on their plate trying to control things around here and add that to the simmering tension in their already strained relationship this really may not be their focus right now

HA: I don’t disagree but from the sounds of it, that is only the start

HE: Well back to matters in hand, what a PPV we have had so far and we are still only two matches in and the action keeps coming thick and fast after these words from our sponsors

HA: Jones????

HE: … No not those sponsors, well… I don’t know it might be. They haven’t been clear as to what level of sponsorship they offer. I definitely haven’t seen any Jones and associates signs around backstage. Come to think of it, we know very little about them at all

HA: Great work there Sherlock, well while I leave you to that mystery and other such perilous tales we really have to go to these messages

Henry is scratching his head as the show goes to commercial

HA: Ladies and Gentlemen we now come to our third match of the evening which sees Jack Hurst take on Jerome Dubois.

HE: This should be an interesting battle between the proud English gentleman Jack Hurst and The Pride of France Jerome Dubois.

HA: Indeed it should and if we think these two gents have a bit of a heated past to say the least

HE: Yes and tonight we let them go at it in the squared circle.

'Prince Charming' starts to ring around the arena and the crowd gets to their feet as Jack Hurst walks out to the stage. He looks around the crowd and bows before making his way down to the ring tagging the hands of the fans. He circles the ring and hands his cap to a younger member of the crowd before sliding in the ring

HA: Here he is folks the Gentleman of 6CW Jack Hurst

HE: Yeah and giving that kid his cap is the sort of thing that has wound up his opponent Dubois

The crowd starts to boo loudly when all of a sudden “Mind Eraser" hits the arena speakers and Dubois jogs out with his back to the crowd wearing a Black suit vest with "Still a Phenomene" written across the back in white. Dubois then turns around and stretches his arms out from side to side as he looks up to the heavens as a Red Pyro shoot off behind him. Dubois makes his way down the ramp with and walks up the steel steps where he wipes his feet on the apron and then steps into the ring. As Dubois enters the ring he removes his robe and climb's on to the apron where he is seen wearing white trunks with “Culture” Written on the back.

HA: Both Jerome Dubois and Jack Hurst should pose a big challenge here to each other with their dislike for each other along with their wrestling ability.

The referee checks both wrestlers before he signals for the bell

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

HE: And now we are underway in what should be a tight contest.

Jack Hurst goes to the centre of the ring and extends his hand towards Jerome Dubois. Dubois walks out from his corner and extends his hand

HA: Come on that was cheap

Dubois hits an arm drag on an unexpecting Hurst. And he follows that by raising an arm and shouts “Je Suis un Phenomene!" And starts to dance

HE: That is happens when you take your eye off the ball so to speak and just look at that Frenchman move

Hurst gets up with a look of disgust on his face.

HA: That may just be what was needed to fire Hurst up

HE: He sure looks fired up now

Dubois backs Hurst into the corner with rights and lefts, the ref tries to separate them and as he does Dubois gets a cheap shot in and the crowd boo loudly

HA: It looks like there is not a cheap tactic Dubois will not use in order to gain the upperhand.

As Jack Hurst comes out of the corner he is hit with a spinebuster from Dubois.

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HA: Shoulder up from Hurst

HE: Dubois is certainly taking it to Hurst in the early exchanges of this one

Dubois starts to berate the ref claiming it was a slow count. Jack Hurst is making his way to his feet.

HA: Dubois should be more worried about his opponent than arguing with the ref.

HE: I think he heard you there brother.

Dubois turns round to find Jack Hurst has made it to his feet.

HA: Beautiful move there brother

Hurst hits Dubois with a standing dropkick knocking Dubois down to one knee

HE: Know that he has Dubois on the back foot Jack Hurst must try and make the most of his advantage.

As Dubois starts to stand Jack Hurst runs towards the far rope. Coming back off the rope Hurst connects with a running side knee knocking Dubois to the mat

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HE: Close call there for Hurst who seems to have knocked Dubois out of his stride.

HA: He sure has but he is staying on the offensive unlike Dubois did.

Hurst picks Dubois up and hits a suplex before making his way up to the top turnbuckle.

HA: Hurst seems to be signalling for the Show of Grace (top rope leg drop)

HE: He was but Dubois was too quick in moving out of the way

As Jack Hurst jumps from the top rope Jerome Dubois rolls out of the ring pointing at his head saying he is too smart for Jack Hurst.

HA: Blatant show of disrespect to the fans at ringside from Dubois

HE: Easy brother he is just stating the fact he was too smart for Hurst on that occasion.

Dubois re-enters the ring and hits Hurst with a scoop slam quickly followed by an elbow drop

HE: Like poetry in motion watching Dubois there.

HA: Yes but why is he backing away from a grounded Hurst.

HE: He must have something planned here.

Dubois goes into the corner waiting for Hurst to get up.

HE: French Connection!! That is what he had planned.

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HA: Just in time there with the kick out from Jack Hurst

Dubois starts to smack the mat in frustration. Dubois makes his way over to the corner and mounts the top rope waiting for Hurst to get to his feet

HA: Jack Hurst is caught with a flying dropkick from Dubois.

Jerome Dubois makes his way over to Jack Hurst and places him in a single leg Boston crab.

HE: Dubois has this synched in and he has Hurst in the middle of the ring.

HA: Just listen to the crowd here willing Hurst on here.

The crowd can be heard with a loud "let's go Hurst" chant ringing through the arena. Hurst makes it to the ropes to a loud cheer from the fans.

HA: The crowd are really sparing Hurst on here tonight.

HE: The fans may be cheering him on but to no avail as Dubois is on top in this match.

Jerome Dubois goes for a spine buster on Jack Hurst but it is countered into a belly to belly suplex.

HA: There we are Jack Hurst showing some fighting spirit with a beautiful counter to the spine buster attempt from Dubois.

HE: It certainly was a good counter and now Hurst is back on the offensive here

HA: He is not just back on the offensive he is on the Charm Offensive (similar to laying the smack down)

Hurst makes it to his feet first and meets Dubois with a series of right hands

HE: What a clown he now thinks his right hand is a mirror ha

HA: Laugh all you want but look at that left hand he just connected with.

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HE: A near fall there for Hurst but it will take a little bit more than that to beat Dubois.

Hurst wastes no time in going to the top rope.

HA: Hurst has hit the Show of Grace and this one should be over with.

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The ref brings his hand down for the 3 count and Jack Hurst gets up and starts to celebrate his victory.

HE: The ref has realised that Dubois had his foot on the rope and this match is not over. Great ring awareness from Dubois who is making his way to Hurst

The ref is telling Hurst that Dubois had his foot on the rope therefore he has not won the match. Dubois hits Hurst from behind with a stiff forearm to the back of the head. The crowd start to boo loudly

HA: What a cheap shot that is by Dubois.

HE: That is taking an advantage when it is there to be taken.

Dubois hits Hurst Jack Hurst with a kick to the gut and gets him in position for a power bomb and shouts "Vive La France".

HE: GARLIC BOMB!!!!!!

HA: That was a forceful move from Dubois and he goes for the cover this could be over.

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HA: NO! Hurst gets his hand on the bottom rope as the ref's hand was on its way down for the 3.

HE: Just look at the shock on Dubois face.

Dubois goes to the corner waiting for Hurst to get to his feet.

HA: I think Dubois is looking for the French Connection again here.

HE: It certainly looks that way.

As Dubois runs at Hurst, Hurst side steps and Dubois hits the middle turnbuckle

HA: What a counter there from Jack Hurst to side step Dubois.

HE: Oh my, he follows that up with an Enziguri to the back of Dubois head

The crowd cheer loudly as Hurst hits the Enziguri and Dubois drops to the mat.

HA: Hurst has the crowd in the palm of his hand.

HE: Yes but he better stay on top of Dubois and not pander to the crowd.

Jack Hurst stands over Jerome Dubois and faces away from him looking at his right hand as if he has a mirror to check himself in.

HE: That is what I am on about; Hurst needs to keep focus on his opponent not the crowd.

HA: I don’t think he is playing to the crowd as you say brother but I am not sure why he has turned his back on Dubois.

The crowd cheer loudly as Jack Hurst hits a standing moonsault on Dubois.

HA: That was why he had his back turned on Dubois. What a moonsault that was from Hurst.

HE: Hurst really needs to make the most of this whilst he has Dubois on the back foot.

HA: It looks like Hurst wants to make Dubois submit here.

After hitting the moonsault Hurst quickly applies the ankle lock onto Dubois.

HE: Hurst has this ankle locked in deep and you can see the pain written across Dubois face he may have to tap out here.

HA: That he may but he is crawling to the ropes with all his might looking for some separation.

Dubois reaches the bottom rope to force the break as he reaches the ropes the crowd boo loudly.

Jack Hurst breaks the hold and as he does the ref checks on Jerome Dubois. Hurst goes over to Dubois to carry on his attack.

HE: Small Package from Dubois

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HA: 2 count only there for Dubois there as he used Jack Hurst's eagerness against him.

HE: Both men are back to their feet and are staring a hole through each other.

The crowd can be heard cheering showing their appreciation for the action in the ring. Both men run at each other Dubois goes for a clothesline but Hurst ducks under as he bounces back off the ropes and hits a flying clothesline

HA: Wow look at the hang time on that clothesline from Jack Hurst.

Jack Hurst picks up Jerome Dubois, as he does Dubois counters and gets Hurst in position to DDT him.

HA: What a series of counters and reversals we are seeing here.

HE: Both men seem to have scouted the other well before this match tonight.

As Dubois goes for a DDT Hurst counters and sends Jerome Dubois into the corner with a hard Irish whip. Jack Hurst runs in but Dubois gets his boots up into the face of Jack Hurst.

HE: Dubois scouted Jack Hurst's intentions well there.

Jerome Dubois grabs hold of an unsteady Jack Hurst and pushes him into the corner.

HA: Dubois is lighting up the chest of Jack Hurst with hard chops.

A small section of the crowd can be heard "woo" every chop from Jerome Dubois. As Jack Hurst stumbles out of the corner he is met by a spinebuster from Dubois.

HE: This could be the end right here.

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HA: Hurst kicks out at the count of 2 and this match will go on Henry.

HE: Yes but how much longer will this match go on, both men are giving it there all for the victory here.

Jerome Dubois starts to dance again in the middle of the ring.

HE: I think Jerome Dubois feels he has this one in the bag.

HA: well he shouldn't get too carried away with himself he still has to put Jack Hurst away.

HE: Wait a minute, Dubois better take a look behind himself.

As Dubois is dancing Jack Hurst is standing behind him waiting for him to turn around. Dubois turns around and is quickly put onto the shoulders of Hurst.

HA: WASHBOARD STOMACH!!!!

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Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

HA: There we have it folks Jack Hurst takes home the victory.

HE: That he did but he was made to work for it by Jerome Dubois who took his eye off his opponent once too often and it ended up costing him the match.

HA: Too true brother, but it was a really good showing from both competitors here tonight.

Gazzy D is backstage with Christy James; Gazzy is smiling at Christy’s attempts to act professional

GD: So how are we playing this one Christy? I sense a level of formality between us tonight that on previous occasions has been missing. I mean I can name lots of times when our relationship has been very casual, friends……….with

Christy cuts Gazzy off mid sentence, red faced she turns to camera

CJ: I am backstage with Gazzy D

Christy nods at Gazzy who is smirking

CJ: Gazzy tonight you face the man who you believe attacked you on one of the first episodes of Anarchy. A man who left you beaten, bloody, hospitalised.
How do you control the anger tonight? How do you ensure that you don’t let all your emotions boil over?
You have waited months for the chance of revenge – To throw it away with a needless disqualification would be sheer stupidity

Gazzy is looking at Christy with a furrowed brow

GD: Am I a rookie stood before you tonight?

Christy shakes her head
GD: Do I look like I don’t know how this game is played out. What I need to do?
Gazzy sighs

GD: Yes Tonight is finally the chance to bury the demons of my past attacks. After tonight I can focus on my future, rather than look over my shoulder worried about what I have done in my past that may come back to haunt me

CJ: So you think Helms attacked you because of something you had done???

Gazzy looks annoyed

GD: Errrr………….It’s obvious. He sees my history and he is jealous. He sees me as the big time player in 6CW and he wants to hoist himself up on my coat tails.
That’s all it boils down to but tonight it comes to a close. Tonight I show Helms exactly why I am a former heavyweight champion in 6CW
He wants to play with the big boys, well tonight is his chance

Christy smiles

CJ: Good luck

Gazzy’s mobile rings and he looks at the screen for a second

GD: I need to get this……sorry. Can we finish this later?

The camera keeps rolling as Gazzy walks away on his phone

GD: What do you want!!!!!!!!!

I told you after tonight you’ll have your money. Don’t worry

Gazzy angrily hangs up; a worried Christy walks back into view

CJ: Is everything OK? – Who was that?

Gazzy pushes Christy away

GD: How dare you listen to me? I told you later!!!!!!!!!

Gazzy storms off leaving Christy clearly shaken

He: up next we have two time champion and sure fire hall of famer Daniel Reilly, in action against Anonymous, and Harold it’s fair to say these guys haven’t got along the last couple of months

Ha: Indeed, this all started when Anonymous debuted. We’d seen teasers for weeks and then he appeared and chose Reilly to terrorise, since then these guys have been trying to one up each other leading to this match we’re about to see tonight

The MSP track begins to play and the crowd get to their feet in anticipation for the arrival of Anonymous. A line of men enter the arena from backstage, all masked with the same mask. They continue down to the ring and form a circle around it when one breaks away from the group and slides in the ring.

Ha: I know this guy is a fan favourite and all but I gotta say he weird’s me out, he’s shrouded in mystery …..I don’t like that

He: I have to agree, there’s not a lot known about this kid, nobody knows the is under the mask or were he hails from

The crowd suddenly descend into boos as ‘big things poppin’ starts to play and Daniel Reilly confidently strides out to the stage. He surveys the crowd and throws abuse back at the fans. He struts down to the ring as the circle of masked men breaks to allow him through

He: This is hat I love about Reilly. Most men you think would be intimidated by this circle of followers that Anonymous has. Reilly? It doesn’t faze him one little bit

Ha: There’s no denying Reilly has gone toe to toe with the best in the business, and tonight will be no different

The official signals for the bell as the two men circle the ring. They go to tie up but Reilly delivers a sharp kick to the mid section and then follows with a kick to the side of head of Anonymous as he doubles over holding his gut. Reilly backs off the ropes and then measures an inch perfect knee drop to the temple of his foe and hooks the leg

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He: Reilly is so measured in everything he does

Reilly surveys his opponent and waits for him to stand before dropping him back down to the mat with a beautifully executed standing dropkick and then he closes in for another cover

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Ha: Reilly is enjoying this. Look at his face, savouring every minute, he’s not even thinking of the pin this time, no Reilly has other ideas

Reilly stalks Anonymous who slowly gets to his feet and he spins him

He: RK – NOOO

The crowd volume rises as Anonymous blocks the RKO pushing Reilly off and then takes him down with an arm drag, Reilly is quick up to his feet and is met by another arm drag and then walks straight into a dropkick from Anonymous

Ha: Anonymous taking this up a notch here

Reilly staggers to his feet in pure shock, he stumbles over to Anonymous who pushes him against the ropes and then whips him across the ring, he goes for the body drop

He: telegraphed by Reilly….DDT

Ha: NORTHERN LIGHTS WHAT A SUPLEX! WHAT A REVERSAL

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Replays show Reilly deliver the kick to Anonymous as he ducks for the big body drop and then goes to line up the DDT only for Anonymous to connect with the Northern lights into a pin attempt. Anonymous quickly gets up to his feet in an effort to keep the tempo to his liking. He bounces off the ropes and hits a low dropkick with Reilly on all fours. Anonymous is pumped and closes in as Reilly tries to get to his feet

Ha: SMALL PACKAGE!

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Ha: ENZIGURI!! REILLY IS OUT OF IT

Reilly’s eyes glaze over as Anonymous’ foot connects to the back of his head and he falls down to the canvas

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He: SHOULDER UP!

Reilly throws his arm in the air at the last second. Anonymous exits the ring to the apron and waits as Reilly gets to his feet

Ha: What a move….springboard hurricanrana, Anonymous is quite literally flying here

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He: but still not enough to put Reilly away

Anonymous hurries back up and he makes his way to the corner of the ring. He starts to signal to the crowd and warms up for the Sweet Chanology Music

Ha: Anonymous could end this here

He: SPINEBUSTER FROM REILLY! MY GOD WHAT A SPINEBUSTER

The ring is shaking as Reilly catches Anonymous as he winds up the kick and drives him down to the mat with a thunderous spinebuster. Reilly slowly gets up and makes his way over to anonymous. He pulls him off the mat and sends him staggering back into the corner of the ring with an uppercut. Reilly closes in and then hits another uppercut and the head of Anonymous snaps back.
Reilly grabs the arm of anonymous and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner and then knocks Anonymous down with a clothesline as he bounces out of the turnbuckle.

He: and the tide turns again, this time in the favour of Reilly

Reilly circles anonymous and stomps down on him across his upper and lower body as Anonymous can only try and cover up

He: Systematically picking apart Anonymous here

Reilly lifts his opponent off the mat and drags him to the corner of the ring. He buries his shoulder deep in the midsection and then follows that with several stomps beating him down to the mat. Reilly backs away only to run at him and flashes his boot across the face of Anonymous and then drags him out of the corner before going for the cover

He: Reilly hooks the leg

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He: RK

Ha: blocked again……SWEET CHANOLOGY MUSIC

He: POWERSLAM FROM REILLY! LISTEN TO THESE FANS. THEY’RE LOVING EVERY MINUTE

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The crowd exhale in unison as Anonymous throws his arm in the air after the powerslam from Reilly. Reilly sits up and stares in the distance. He gets to his feet barks at Anonymous to do the same. Anonymous slowly responds by getting up and is met with a kick to the gut. Reilly whips him against the ropes and then connects with an inverted atomic drop before dropping him with a dropkick. Reilly climbs to the second rope and then jumps off connecting with a leg drop and then follows up with the pin attempt.

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He: Third time lucky….RKO!!!! REILLY NAILED IT!

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Ha: KICK OUT!!! REILLY CAN’T BELIEVE IT BUT ANONYMOUS KICKS OUT

Reilly punches the mat in anger. He gets up and starts pacing the ring. Anonymous begins to stir and Reilly impatiently grabs him and picks him up

Ha: SWEET CHANOLOGY MUSIC FROM NOWHERE!!!

He: But Anonymous can’t capitalise

The crowd go wild as Anonymous hits the super kick on instinct as Reilly lifts him to his feet. The referee begins to count both men down

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He: SHOULDER UP! WITH EVERY LAST BIT OF WILL REILLY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP

Anonymous slowly drags himself up and then waits for Reilly to do the same. He backs him into the corner of the ring and then whips him into the opposite corner following up with a running clothesline. Reilly staggers out of the corner and is met with a kick to the gut, Anonymous grabs him by the head and climbs to the second rope

Ha: tornado DDT, can he pin him?

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Ha: Running Enziguri........BULLDOG TAKE DOWN

The crowd are cheering wildly as Anonymous hits the ADR-esque enziguri and then he climbs to the second rope and takes Reilly down withj the bulldog as he staggers out of the corner

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Ha: REILLY SHOULDER UP AGAIN!!!

He: Surely Anonymous must be doubting by now if he can get the job done here

Anonymous gets up again and drags Reilly over to the corner of the ring

Ha: OPERATION PAYBACK!! (starship pain)

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Ha: YES!!! ANONYMOUS HAS HIM

He: Not so fast brother.....th official isn't signalling the win....FOOT ON THE ROPES!! WHAT RING AWARENESS FROM REILLY! EVEN IN HIS CURRENT STATE

Anonymous shakes his head and then he pulls himself up before jumping up to the top rope. He scouts Reilly who slowly makes his way up to a vertical base

Ha: INCOMING!!!

He: POWERBOMB!! WHAT A REVERSAL! WHAT ACTION WE HAVE HERE

Camera bulbs flash around the arena as Anonymous jumps off looking for the hurricanrana only for Reilly to counter into the powerbomb leaving both men down again and the referee counting them out

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He: Neither man has moved an inch here

Ha: Even if they do get back up you have to wonder what else they can do to each other. Each has brought their best and so far it hasn't been enough

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they slowly begin to stir and drag themselves to opposite corners of the ring

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He: Reilly up

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Ha: SO IS ANONYMOUS! GAME ON

The two men stagger into the centre of the ring and begin to trade punches, neither giving any ground up to the other. Reilly rocks Anonymous with a big right hand who responds in kind. They continue to trade punches until Reilly starts to get the upper hand and continues to back Anonymous up against the ropes. He whips him across the ring and aims a clothesline, Anonymous ducks under

Ha: CODEBREAKER

He: But Reilly caught him and now he's looking for the submission

Anonymous is caught as he goes to drive the knees into Reillys face and Reilly keeps hold of his legs as he falls to the mat and then sets him in position for the ankle lock

Ha: anonymous is fighting here, he refuses to be turned over....HUGE LEG STRENGTH!!!

Reilly is sent sprawling across the ring as Anonymous battles free of the ankle lock, he rushes to his feet and is knocked down by a flying forearm from Anonymous then gets back and is knocked straight back down. third time he gets to his feet, ducks under the contact

He: GERMAN SUPLEX!! HE USUALLY LIKES THESE IN THREES AND TODAY IS NO EXCEPTION

Reilly sends Anonymous flying with the suplex and rolls through to connect with two more. Reilly gets up and exits the ring to the apron and then ascends to the top rope

Ha: Reilly going outside his comfort zone here

He: BUT STILL CONNECTS WITH THE FROG SPLASH

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Ha: ANONYMOUS SHOULDER UP!!!

Reilly jumps to his feet after catching a second wind. He drags Anonymous up and then throws him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. He waits as Anonymous begins to get to his feet

He: SUICIDE DIVE! REILLY PUTTING IT ALL ON THE LINE

The crowd are appreciative of the high risk from Reilly who pulls himself back to his feet using the ring apron for support. He motions for Anonymous to get to his feet and then kicks him in the gut, he sets him in position for the DDT but then the look on his face changes as he surveys his surroundings.

Ha: I don't like this, not one bit

Reilly lets go of Anonymous who drops back down to his knees. Reilly lifts the protective mats exposing the concrete ground and then he lifts Anonymous back to his feet. He grabs him by the head and then hangs him by his feet from the barrier before driving Anonymous face first down to the flooring

He: DDT TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP THIS NOW ITS GETTING OUT OF HAND

A crimson patch can be seen coming through the white patch of Anonymous' mask and Reilly looks down over him, a sick smile ecthed across his face. Reilly rolls in and out of the ring to stall the referees count and then he lifts Anonymous back upto his feet. he scoops him up and slams him back down to the concrete floor and then climbs onto the crowd barrier so he can connect with a leg drop.

He: This hasn't got much more in it, Anonymous is out on his feet

Reilly lifts the limp body of Anonymous up and rolls him back in the ring sliding in after him and hooking the leg for the pin

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Reilly is pacing the ring in frustration. He is foaming at the mouth as he barks angrilly for Anonymous to get to his feet

He: RKO

Ha: CODEBREAKER........SWEET CHANOLOGY MUSIC... ANONYMOUS HAS HIM

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Ha: THIS IS INSANE

The crowd are full of excitement as Anonymous pushes Reilly away from the RKO and then he connects with the codebreaker. Reilly stumbles back bounces off the ropes and walks into the superkick but it still isn't enough to end this. Anonymous motions for Reilly to get to his feet

Ha: DISASTER KICK...SURELY THIS IS IT

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Anonymous crawls out of the ring through the ropes to the apron. He pulls himself up using the top rope and waits as Reilly stumbles to his feet

Ha: Springboard ......

He: WHAT AN RKO!!!!

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He: REILLY HAS DONE IT!! IT WAS GOING TO TAKE SOMETHING SPECIAL AND MAN ALIVE WAS THAT RKO SPECIAL

Ha: I can't believe what we've just seen...these two have literally thrown everything they had at each other, I really can't believe some of the offence we have seen. Both these guys, take a bow

Reilly is being helped to his feet by the official when the lights in the arena go down to an eerie low level. The masked men start to close in around the ring

He: What the heck...what’s going on here?

Ha: this is weird

The masked followers of anonymous drag him out of the ring and then proceed to carry him up the ramp to backstage as Reilly looks on from the ring physically exhausted from the fight

A camera flicks on and a 6CW backstage crew member can be seen lay on the floor, coughing as blood dribbles down his forehead. He is evidently in pain as he clutches his ribs, whimpering. The camera is shaking slightly, the sign it is a handheld one. A loud, high piercing laughter suddenly rings out from behind the camera, echoing around the small room.

The camera spins and the man holding the camera towards himself is revealed as the Joker, who has his face covered in white paint, with red paints splattered over his lips, curved into a smile. He wipes his green dyed hair out of his face as he smiles.

The Joker: Mr. Jones, Mr. Andrews, remember me? I know you are both men of wealth and so I have a slight suspicion that you both own nice, expensive watches. Now lift the wrist that contains that watch of yours up to your ear and listen to that sweet sound of time ticking away. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Whilst you’re both sat there listening to time just fade away, allow me to remind you of my words to you. I want a contract. Now you’ve left me waiting a couple of days, and so I’m here again to now collect your debt. You see you’ll learn that I may be many things. You may call me a coward for not revealing my locations, you may call me a loony or crazy or any kind of name you want. But one thing I am, gentlemen, is a man of my word.

I said that if I wasn’t immediately offered a contract, I would attack your business, and I would pull it down, right from the bottom, and laugh as it crumbles before all our very eyes. And so, allow me to show you exhibit A!

The Joker spins the camera around and aims it at the badly beaten man on the floor. The Joker’s foot can be seen lunging forward and kicking the man straight in the ribs. The man screams in pain and begins coughing up blood, before the Joker aims a kick straight towards the man’s head, connecting painfully and knocking the man out cold, leaving bits of blood upon the Joker’s right foot. The Joker spins the camera back around focusing it on himself.

The Joker: Such a messy job isn’t it? I’m quite fond of them shoes too. So gentlemen, as you’re drawing up my contract, be of assistance and add in a nice new pair of shoes for me!

Now this gentleman that’s lay down there is as you may have gathered, not a superstar of yours. That’s because this is merely a warning shot. The gentleman in my presence is one of your technical staff. Imagine his shock as he was checking some of your backstage monitors and then turns to see me! But he’s yours again now, my use with him is done so you may come and retrieve him once I’ve left, granted you can find him that is! Hehehehehe!

Mr. Jones, Mr. Andrews, I’ve gave you enough time. There isn’t any point sending lawyers to me either, I am rather good at hiding when needs be. You needn’t worry about my full name, date of birth or any of that information either. As I said before, the pay package isn’t my appeal either; I’m not a man of material needs.

So gentlemen, if I don’t hear of you by the time the Retribution pay-per-view comes to a close, you will hear from me, and this time, it will be one of your precious superstars lay at my feet!

Expect me! Hehehehehehe!

The camera suddenly shuts black.

GazzyD vs Marty Helms appear on the big screen as the arena erupts to thunderous ovation.

HE: Ladies and Gentlemen up next we see 2 men who have formed an incredibly personal feud, as GazzyD confronts the man who he believe has been a thorn in his side ever since his return to 6CW.

HA: But is Marty Helms really the man behind all of this? Is he the genius? Or is he just another person being set up to take the fall.

HE: One way or another Helms hasn’t denied anything, as these two men go one on one with each other it was it bound to be one hell of clash.

HA: Let’s take a look and see how all of this came together….

*A video Montage begins to play.

“Revelation” Plays in the background https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYoebq2se48

GazzyD appears on screen in an interview with Tim Allen.

GZ: Ever since I returned to 6CW, I had one goal and one goal only…I wanted to put this company back on the map where it deserved to be.

Gazzy though fights through the pain and once again begins to crawl towards the ropes. Just as Gazzy is about to get hold of the ropes, Jack breaks the hold and drags Gazzy back up to his feet. Jack hits a shot to the mid-section.

JT: PERFECT PLEX!!!!

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HE: We have a new champion!!!!!!

JT: No we don’t Henry Gazzy got the shoulder up! And the crowd can’t believe it.

Jack can’t believe it. Jack gets back up and begins to question the referee as Gazzy lays motionless. Jack makes his way over to Jack and drags Gazzy back up to a vertical basis. Jack hits a kick to the mid-section as he goes for another perfect-plex but Gazzy hits elbow shots to the gut as he breaks loose. Gazzy then goes for a Deep Impact but Jack once again takes Gazzy down and tries to lock in the figure four but Gazzy shoves Jack away and kip up as Jack comes off the ropes.....

HE: Kick to the mid-section! Perfect Plex!!!!!

JT: Reversal!!!! DOWN TOWN CONNECTS!!!!


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Ding Ding Ding!!!

MB: Here is your winner and









NEW 6CW WOLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!! THEEEEEEE HISTORY MAKER!!!!! GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

GZ: Over the years legends such as Perfect Jack, Cobra, Daniel Reilly, Dicey Reilly, Median built this company brick by brick making it one the best federation in the world.

The scene goes back to Gazzy speaking to Tim Allen.

GZ: But so far I have failed, I have failed to deliver on my promise, and I have failed as wrestler…So going into Retribution, facing Helms…This is a completely different situation…I need to prove to the world I still have it…I need to show the world that this Gazzy is the same old Gazzy that won the World Title all those years ago…That…..

“Mutation” hits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4Re213VHAE

The screen begins to cut off with a static image as Helms face appears on screen as a sarcastic slow clap can be heard in the background….

MH: Gazzy……..Gazzy……Gazzy……….

We go back to Anarchy 1 month ago where the Mask Man hits the Jackhammer on Gazzy.

SMACK!!!!

*Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

HE: It’s the masked man!!!!

HA: What is he doing here?!

HE: Beating the hell out Gazzy with a lead pipe!!!

The masked man rapidly bashes a lead pipe across the head as he then rises to his feet. The masked man then drags Gazzy lifeless body back up, and raises it in the air.

HE: JACKHAMMER!!!!!


The masked man then stands over Gazzy body as he then exits the ring and dashes away. Masters slowly crawls over and props his arm on Gazzy as the referee slowly gathers and makes his way over.


MH: Is that the best evidence that you have to pin that attack to me…..I think you have taken one to many strikes to the head and you can now no longer see straight…Speaking of beatings, you need to realise just what you have gotten yourself into….

You need to realise that whether I am the masked man or not, to me your just another has been….A forgotten wrestler who is living in the past…And come Retribution, well let’s just say I will be bringing my old friend along….

Helms pulls out handcuffs from his pocket and raises them in the air next his head.

MH: You need to be careful what you wish for Gaz…because your time is running out, and Marty Helms is on the rise...You cannot stop me….You cannot stop The Last Outlaw…

*The scene then goes to Anarchy 2 weeks ago, as Gazzy Voice can be heard in the background

Marty Helms is seen commentating on the announce table as Gazzy throws Grant across the table on to Helms.
GZ: Last Outlaw? At Retribution, I am going to hand you the Last As$ whooping of your career! Because there ain’t NO WAY! You are walking out!

Gazzy is seen unleashing various shots on the grounded Helms as Grant crawls away as the ref gets to a count of 8. Gazzy then breaks away as Helms get to his feet. Grant rolls back into the ring as we get to a count of 9 as the arena erupts into a huge ovation.
Gazzy drives Helms spine first against the barricade. Helms immediately responds by grabbing a fan’s soft drink and throwing it in Gazzy face as Gazzy stumbles away against the barricade. As he turns back around Helms flies in and hits a clothesline on Gazzy sending Gazzy over the barricade into the crowd.

Gazzy and Helms continue to brawl through the crowd with neither man backing down from the other as the show ends.

GZ: You wanted to see the real Gazzy? B!tch your gonna get it! The History Maker returns at Retribution, and is going to put an end once and for all to this Mask Bullsh!t!!!

The scene then goes back to Helms in a dark room smiling.

MH: What? What??? Hahaha I have already won….

As the camera slowly moves back Helms is seen with the mask in hand staring down at it as the scene fades.

We go back to the Copperbox Arena as fans are heard chanting “6C-Dub” maniacally as we go to the announcers table.

HE: Well ladies and gentlemen there you have it! The stage has been set, the dust has settled, and it is time for the match! Helms vs Gazzy!

HA: Man all hell is going to break loose in this match Henry, there is no denying the hatred these two men have for each other.

HE: Not only that, but both men have a hell of a lot to prove. Gazzy showing he is still capable of competing and Helms well Helms need to show he can perform without the likes of Masters interfering!

HA: Well one way or another they say styles make matches, and these two men styles are very different. You have the ground and pound of Helms, vs the Speed, athletic speed of GazzyD. Legend vs the new up and comer! Lets get this going!!!!

“Sirens” Echo across the Copper Box Arena, as Helms slowly makes his way out to a loud heated reception from the crowd. Helms is wearing a sleeveless black leather jacket, with matching blue Jeans. Helms raises his cuffs in the air with one hand, and a mask in the other as the boos ring louder. Helms makes his way down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

HE: Helms trying to get into Gazzy’s head here, really rubbing salt into the wound here.

HA: Helms is doing the right thing, Gazzy barely been himself ever since his return. So why not implicate emotion, and mind games. Throw Gazzy off his game.

“Airplane” Hits as the fans come to life and rise to their feet giving a thunderous ovation to the 6CW resident GazzyD! His name appears across the big screen, as a fountain like white pyrotechnics goes off at the front of the stage of the stage. Gazzy slowly his make way through the sparks wearing Red Trunks with the United logo on the back. Gazzy stares straight into the eyes of Helms who is leaping from side to side waiting for Gazzy in the ring.

HE: You can feel the tension across this arena; Gazzy is keeping himself composed, trying to keep everything in check.

HA: Helms is almost baiting Gazzy with this mask in his hands.

Helms is seen with the mask by his face, as Gazzy smiles

Crowd: Gazzy! Gazzy! Gazzy!

HE: Here we go!!!!!!

Gazzy charges down the ramp, and slides into the ring, as Helms runs towards him, but Gazzy immediately takes Helms down and unleashes a series of shots to the head. Helms rolls over and unleashes some shots of his own, only for Gazzy to roll over again to get back on top of Helms to hit a few more shots as Helms shoves Gazzy off him.

Both men get to their feet, as Helms goes for a clothesline, but Gazzy hits a low drop kick taking Helms down to one knee. Gazzy then runs the ropes and goes for a running knee shot but Helms moves his head away. As Gazzy comes off the ropes a second time.

HE: CROSSFACE LOCKED IN!!!!!

HA: Great counter!!!!

Gazzy is seen scrambling over to the ropes as Helms has the crossface locked in. Gazzy eventually grabs the ropes as Helms releases the hold. Both men rise to their feet. Helms hits a stiff right hook to the jaw, only for Gazzy to hit back with a standing dropkick as Helms stumbles back against the ropes. Gazzy makes his way over and connects with a quick series of forearm shots to the head. Gazzy then whips Helms across the ring, and as Helms comes off the ropes, Gazzy goes for a big back body drop, but Helms hits a stiff kick across the face.

Gazzy grasps his jaw and as he turns around he is met by a lariat clothesline. Helms then runs the ropes and leaps in the air and drops an elbow drop, but Gazzy rolls out of the way. Helms and Gazzy rise to their feet with Gazzy hitting a quick shot to the side of the ribs. Helms tries to respond with left hook, but Gazzy ducks under and hits another shot to the ribs, and another, and another. He then backs Helms against the ropes, as he hits various quick kicks to the ribs as Helms crumbles to the mat in a seated position.

*Crowd: Let’s go Gazzy! Let’s Go Gazzy!

Gazzy then rushes over and comes off the ropes and flies towards Helms, but Helms quickly rises to his feet and throws Gazzy over the top rope, but Gazzy shows amazing balance and lands on the top rope. As Helms turns around, Gazzy leaps off.

HE: HURRICARANA!!!!

HA: Man! I don’t think I have ever seen someone do that before!!! What a move by Gazzy!

HE: He’s got Helms in all sorts of trouble here. He seems to have no idea where he is!
Just as Helms pushes himself up to one knee, Gazzy charges in and hits a beautiful enziguri to the side of the head as Helms crumbles back to the mat. Gazzy hooks the leg.


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HE: Helms Kicks out!!!

HA: Gazzy really setting the pace here, he isn’t allowing Helms a single moment to try and take a deep breath.

HE: With so many questions around Gazzy, and his abilities, I think he just sent a huge message to his critics!

Helms rolls across the mat and on to the outside of the ring as Gazzy makes his way over.

HE: SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY!!!!!

HA: Helms is all over the place here, my god!

Gazzy kips back up to his feet and raises his arms in the air as the arena erupts into a loud pop.

*Crowd: Gazzy! Gazzy! Gazzy! Gazzy!

Gazzy then drags Helms back to his feet but is met by several elbow shots to the gut. Helms desperately tries to move away and grab some air but Gazzy comes charging back towards Helms. Gazzy clobbers Helms back and then smashes Helms head against the apron, as Helms responds immediately with a stiff Kane like uppercut as Gazzy stumbles on to the announce table.

Helms charges towards Gazzy only for Gazzy to counter and hit a kick to the gut as the ref gets to a count of 6. Gazzy smacks Helms head against the announce table and rolls him on to the table. As the ref gets to a count of 8, Gazzy quickly roll in and out of the ring to break the count.

HE: Gazzy really been on top here, Helms desperately trying to hang in there.

HA: Everything Helms has thrown at Gazzy, Gazzy has responded! So far Helms seems to be outclassed!

Helms groggily comes to, and tries to roll off the table, but Gazzy hits a hard right and props Helms right in the centre of the table. As the ref counts to 2 Gazzy climbs on to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle. Gazzy raises himself up in the air and pounds his chest 3 times as he shouts
“6----C-----W!”

HE: Here goes Gazzy!!!!!!!!!

HA: MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!!

*SMASH!!!!!!!

HA: SAMOAN DROP!!!!!!!!!!

HE: WHAT A COUNTER BY HELMS!!!!!!

*CROWD: HOLYSHIT!!!!!!!! HOLYSHIT!!!!!!!!

Gazzy is seen laying through the table, as the replay shows Gazzy leaping off the top rope doing a moon-Sault as Helms quickly rises to his feet to catch Gazzy and counter with a Samoan drop through the table!

HE: Jesus!!!!! What I move I still can’t believe!!!

HA: Well if there was any doubt these two men would deliver and lay everything on the line, I think they just answered that!

HE: Man this is what 6CW is all about, and I am loving every single second of it!

The ref gets to a count of 6 as Helms crawls over towards the ring as Gazzy lays motionless. Helms pulls himself up on the apron and rolls back into the ring as the ref count 7.

HE: And just listen to this crowd firmly behind the man, and living legend GazzyD, trying to encourage him on!

HA: Henry, as far as the air still going through his lungs, you know dam well Gazzy is still in this match!

Gazzy is showing some sort of sign of life as the ref count to 8.

Ref: 9!!!!!!

Gazzy is seen on one knee as he crumbles in front of the ring, as Helms looks on.

Ref: TEEEEE

HE: NO!!!! Gazzy makes the count!!!!

HA: I can’t believe it.

Helms grasps his head in shock as he questions the referee, but the ref assures Helms that Gazzy made the count. Helms drops down and grabs Gazzy’s head. Helms shout “Just stay down!!!” and smacks Gazzy’s head repeatedly against the mat. Helms breaks away in frustration. Gazzy slowly rises to his feet as Helms hit a huge combination of shots finishing off with a big European uppercut as Gazzy falls in the corner.

Helms makes his way over and hits a knife edged chop, and whips Gazzy across the ring into the opposite corner. Helms follows up with a corner splash and then follows it up with a bulldog, but Gazzy shoves Helms away, against the ropes.

HE: Running Big Boot to the head!!!!

HA: Almost took his head off!

Helms stares down at Gazzy body and goes for the cover.

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HE: Gazzy gets the shoulder up!

HA: Seems like that big Samoan drop has really thrown Gazzy off his game here.

Helms drags Gazzy to his feel.

HE: Small package here!!!!

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HA: Did he get it?

HE: Helms kicks out!!!

Both men rise to their feet as Helms goes for a clothesline but Gazzy ducks under, Gazzy then leaps on to the second rope.

HE: Springboard cross body!!!

HA:NO! SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!

HE: Planted Gazzy spine right into the mat!

Gazzy is seen grasping his spine, as Helms hooks the leg.

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Helms rises to his feet as he measures Gazzy up, Gazzy slowly gets to one knee, and then pulls himself back up using the ropes. Helms hits a kick to the mid-section and then raises Gazzy in the air.

HE: JACKHAMMER!!!!

HA: Wait no, Gazzy lands on his feet behind Helms.

HE: DOWN TOWN CONNECTS!!!!

*The arena erupts into a loud pop

HE: Both men are down!

HA: Who will be the first to take advantage of the situation?

Gazzy and Helms are seen laying motionless as the ref begins to count to 10.


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Gazzy hits a hard right shot, as Helms stumbles away only to respond with a shot of his own. The two men begin to slowly slug it out to “Boo’s” and “Yeah’s” from the crowd. The fight picks up pace as Gazzy begins to get the upper hand. Gazzy backs Helms against the ropes and then whips him across. Helms comes off the ropes and runs straight into a standing drop kick.

Helms quickly gets back up as Gazzy then hits a drop toe hold, and he spins around to Helms leg, and locks in an ankle lock. Helms is seen screaming in pain but rolls through the submission as Gazzy flies across the ring. Helms gets back up and makes his way over to Gazzy hitting a hard right. Helms delivers an Irish whip of his own. As Gazzy bounces off, Helms tries to leapfrog over but Gazzy counters with an atomic drop, and then follows it up with.

HE: DEEP IMPACT!!!!!

HA: HE PLANTED HELMS!!!!

HE: Helms is in trouble here!!!!


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HA: There goes the ref!!!!

HE: The hell? What’s Masters doing here!!!!

Just before the ref makes the 3 count, Masters charges down the ramp and drags the ref out of the ring and hits a stiff right knocking him out. Gazzy then gets to his feet as he spots Masters outside the ring.

*Crowd: Bullsh1t! Bullsh1t!

Masters then for some reason backs away as Gazzy encourages him in the ring. Masters then smiles and points to Gazzy. Gazzy then turns around,

HE: It’s the Masked Man!!!!!!

HA: What is he doing here!?!?!!

HE: I thought it was Helms!!!!!

HA: Clearly not! And it’s not Masters either!!!

HE: Who the hell is it??!?!

Gazzy is seen staring at the masked man as the two men approach each other. Gazzy looks on in disbelief as the masked man tries to swing a shot but Gazzy blocks it and as all hell breaks loose. Gazzy drives the masked man into the corner and hits a quick series of kicks to the gut, followed by a hard kick to the side of the jaw.

Gazzy then drags the masked man to the centre of the ring as he looks to go for another Deep Impact…

SMACK!!!!!

*Crowd: Ooooooooooo!!!!

HE: Low blow by Helms!!!

HA: Gazzy should remain on the match!

As Gazzy crumbles down his knee’s, the masked man moves away as he then grabs Gazzy and props him on his shoulders.

HE: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF 5!!!!!!!

HA: He is dragging Helms on for the cover.

The masked man the exits the ring and makes his way over the barricade through the crowd as another ref dashes down the ramp and slides into the ring.

*Crowd: You Suck! You Suck! You Suck!

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HE: Helms got it! Helms got the pin!

HA: What a huge win!!!!

HE: Wait no! Gazzy got his leg on the bottom rope!!!

HA: My god! There just no quit in this man!

Helms seems completely disorientated as he gets to his feet. Helms then slaps himself and drags Gazzy to his feet and raises him into the air.

HE: JACKHAMMER!!!!!

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DING!!!!! DING!!!!! DING!!!!!!!

MB: Here is your winner!




MMMMMAAARRRRTTTTTTYYYYYY HELMS!!!!!!!


*The arena gives a loud heated reception as Masters comes back down the ramp and helps his friend to his feet. Masters raises Helms arm in the air as the two men celebrate as the masked man looks on from the crowd.

HA: Man what a win! What a match! What a wrestler Helms is!

HE: But the result could have been very, very, very different on another night Harold. Once again if it wasn’t for the masked man, Gazzy could of won this match.

HA: But the question is, just who the hell is he? It certainly isn’t Helms, nor Masters?

HE: Who knows, one thing for sure, this will if anything just add more frustration to GazzyD, as his career continues to stagnate…

The scene fades away as the Masked Man points to his watch signalling time is running out, as Masters helps Helms up the ramp, as Gazzy looks completely dazed.

We go straight to the announcers table where Henry and Harorld appear on screen.

HE: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to where all the action is up!

HA: Speaking of action Henry, is this ring going to able to contain our next match?

HE: I have no idea?! Because up next ladies and gentlemen we have two of the biggest men in 6CW going at it! 2 men who are hell bent on nothing more than destruction!

HA: Destruction to each other! I think the paramedics are going to be on standby on this one.

HE: Paramedics or not this is going to be a good old fashion straight up brawl! And I cannot wait to see who will be the last man standing between Orthrus and Plague! It is going to be one hell of a match!

HA: A match? I don’t think either man even care about winning, they are both just desperate to inflict as much pain as possible on the opposition.

HE: And do think this all start due to one man who was at the center of the attention just over 2 months ago.

HA: Nate Nack…While he may not be involved in this match Henry, you know dam well that somewhere in the back he will be watching this match with great interest.

HE: With Emma by his side this will be a very emotional match for him for various reasons. Orthrus one up him, and Plague cost him the match.

“Hell” Hits as the arena erupts into a loud chorus of boo’s. Smokes covers the entrance way, as Orthrus rips the right part of the ramp apart as he crawls out of his hole. Orthrus gets to his feat to heated reception from the crowd.

HE: Since his debut, Orthrus has shot through the 6CW ranks, bringing absolute drestruction, and pain.

HA: To think he beat Nate Nack as well!

HE: Well this match is completely different! He has no idea what Plague is capable of and neither do we?!

HE: But the one thing that Orthrus can count on is his absolute disregard for himself! I mean this man could break his arm and he just wouldn’t care!

MB: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is schedule for 1 Fall!!!! And it is a NO Holds Bar Match up! Making his way to the ring, from Deadman’s Corner, weighing 345 pounds, OOORRRTTTTTHHHHRRRRRUUSSSSS!!!!

Orthrus walks up the steel steps and along the ring, as he then enters the ring. Orthrus then makes his way towards the turnbuckle and rapidly smashes his head against the corner as he then spins around facing the ramp as blood trickles down his forehead.

HE: Just look at this man I mean just think the power he has with the golden contract as well.

“CCClouds” Plays as the boo’s across the arena get louder. The lighting dims and smoke begins to fill the stage as Edward appears in long black robes wearing a Plague Doctor mask and holding a large metal crucifix, he slowly walks towards the ring as the smoke slowly follows his walk.

HE: Well while we may know very little about this mysterious man, in his short time in 6CW he has made his presence felt.

HA: Is there any better way making your mark in a new fed than taking out the top dog?

HE: God knows Harold, but by costing Nate Nack the match at Absolution, Plague shocked the world, and shocked once again when showing his true intentions and going after Orthrus!

MB: And his oppoenent from Parts Unknown, weighing tonight at 375 Pounds, he is the “Reverend” Edward! PPPPLLLLAAGGGGUUUEEEEE!!!!!!!

*The arena gives a loud heated reception

Upon reaching the ring he drops to his knees and says a quick prayer before placing the crucifix under the ring post and stepping over the top rope. He walks in to the centre of the ring and removes his mask and robes, placing them along side his crucifix.

HE: Plague, this man seriously gives me an uneasy feeling, his presence just brings about this uncomfortable feeling.

HA: The referee is going to have his hand full in this match Henry.

HE: What interesting, is when you look at these two men side by side they are very evenly matched. Plague has the weight advantage with that extra 30 pounds, but Orthrus is the taller man.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the ref calls for the match to get underway the two men don’t move an inch, as they just stare each other down. Plague tilts his head to his side and glares into Orthrus eyes, who just burst into a fit of laughter. The laughter’s turns to silence as the crowd look on with intrigue. He slowly approaches Plague who hasn’t moved a muscle, and shows no emotion. Orthrus then shoves his head in Plague’s face smacks talks him as Plague still stand his grown but still doesn’t move.

Orthrus then raises his hands to his side and shouts at Plague “Come on Hit me!”, “HIT ME!”. Plague still doesn’t flinch as Orthrus lays his head clean out expecting a shot. Orthrus then shoves Plague away and once again shout “HIT ME YOU SON OF A B!TCH!!!” .

*SMACK!!!!!

HE: What a head-butt!!!!

HA: Orthrus certainly didn’t expect that!

Orthrus falls against the ropes as blood rushes out from his mouth. Orthrus licks up some of the blood as he smiles and stares back at Plague nodding his head. Orthrus rips out one of his loose teeth, throws it Plague, and shouts “Let’s Go!”. Orthrus flies in and hits a stiff right, as Plague hits back with a right of his own. The two men trade blows with neither man gaining ground. Plague then hits another quick headbut as Orthrus responds with a knee thrust to the gut. Orthrus then clobbers Plague’s back and hits a hard chop across the chest.

HE: This is an all out brawl here!!!!

HA: Neither man backing down, too much pride on the line!

Plague responds once more with uppercut that rocks Orthrus back into the corner. Plague makes his way over and hits a series of shots to the head, and kicks to the gut. Orthrus then grabs Plague by the throat, and throws him into the corner as he unleash some shots of his own. Orthrus then goes for a kick to the gut, but Plague catches the leg and hits a thumb to the eye. Orthrus grasp his eye in pain, as Plague flies out going for a clothesline but Orthrus ducks under and tries to lift Plague in the air going for a Full Nelson slam but Plague break away from it hitting some back elbow shots to the head.

HE: Every time a shot is thrown, one or the other respond emphatically.

HA: Can they keep up with this throughout the entire match?

HE: They both have so much pride, and you know dam well that neither of these monsters want to lose to the other man.

Orthrus grasp his head and as he turns away Plagues comes in with a clothesline from hell but Orthrus duck under again. As Plague turns around Orthrus hits a kick to the mid-section, and goes for a scoop slam but Plague break free and lands on his feet behind Orthrus. Plague then shoves Orthrus away against the ropes. As Orthrus comes off the Plague goes for a big boot but Orthrus catches the foot and shoves it away. He then hits a hard right to Plague head, and smacks his hand around Plague’s throat.

HE: CHOKESLAM!!!!!!!

HA: Orthrus took the big man off his feet!!!

HE: Wow, the first psychological blow has been dealt here!

Plague quickly rolls to the outside, as Orthrus stands tall in the ring raises his arms in the air. Plague is seen grasping his back as he makes his way past the announcers table on the outside of the ring. Orthrus then leaps over the top rope and hits a quick uppercut as Plague hits back with a hard right of his own. Plague then hits a thumb to the eyes and throws Orthrus into the barricade. Orthrus smiles as the pain rushes through his body as he explodes out and drives Plague spinefirst into the steel post.

*Crowd: We want tables!!!!

Plague is seen holding himself up on the announcers table as Orthrus rushes over with a clothesline but Plague counters and hits a big back body drop on to the Spanish announce table, as the table fails to break with Orthrus down on one knee on the other side. Plague then grabs a steel chair from under the ring as and Orthrus rises back to a vertical basis.

*SMACK!!!!!

HE: Right to the chrome!

HA: Orthrus would of certainly have felt that one!!!!

HE: Look at the blood pouring out!

Orthrus forehead gets busted open badly as blood covers his face. Orthrus wipes the blood away from his eyes as his demonic laugh is heard as Plague hits another shot with the steel chair.

*SMACK!!!!

HE: Orthrus is stumbling around but refusing to go down here.

HA: Plague seems surprised!

SMACK!!!!!

SMACK!!!!!

SMACK!!!!!

HE: Go down Orthrus!!!

HA: The ref might have to get involved here.

HE: Turning into a brutal attack.

Orthrus is holding himself using the apron on the side of ring as Plague swings away with the steel chair almost bent at 90 degree angle. Plague then chucks the chair away as Orthrus still continues to laugh. Plague then grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and swings it at Orthrus.

*Smack!

Orthrus grasp his ribs in pain and shout back “COME ON!!!! MORE!!!” Plague continues to swing as whelp marks appear on the side of Orthrus ribs. Plague swings one more time but this time Orthrus catches the kendo stick and points to Plague. Orthrus then fire’s himself up and hits a hard series of shots to Plague backing him slowly against the announce table. Orthrus then measure Plague up and hits a sharp chop across the chest. ORthrus then whips Plague against the ring and runs in with….

*THUMP!

*Crowd: OOOOOOO

HE: BYCICLE KICK TO THE HEAD!!!!!

HA: Plague’s head whip back on to the bottom rope there!!!

Plague’s body crumbles to the floor as Orthrus smacks himself in the head and then raises his arms in the air as some fan’s react with a pop. Orthrus then grabs Plague by the hair and rolls him into the ring, as he then goes looking under the ring and grabs table and throws it into the ring. Orthrus slithers back in as Plague pushes himself back up to a vertical basis. As Plague turns around Orthrus drives him straight into the corner and unleashes in quick succession a series of shoulder thrust’s to the gut.

Plague falls down to the mat as Orthrus backs away and then charges in and hits a running low boot shot to the head. Orthrus then makes his way over to the table and props it up on to it four pegs. As he turns around Plague almost rips Orthrus head off with a clothesline from hell. Plague then goes into frenzy as he rapidly and viciously stomps on his opponent, and then drives his knee into Orthrus throat.

HE: Plague showing he can stand toe to toe with Orthrus sadistic side.

HA: Man this match has just been a complete and utter decimation.

Plague then drops a hard elbow as he then bring Orthrus to his feet. Plague then whips Orthrus across the ring. As Orthrus comes off the ropes Plague hits a big powerslam in the center of the ring. Orthrus slowly rises to one knee as Plague then smashes Orthrus head against the wooden table leaving a blood mark. Plague then rolls Orthrus on to the table, letting fly rights and left shots to the head.



HE: Plague’s hand is covered in Orthrus blood.

HA: I don’t know what is worse, Plague taking pleasure in inflicting pain, or Orthrus pleasure on receiving it!

Plague then climbs the turnbuckle on to the top rope. The big man rises to his feet and smacks his elbow as he then leaps off.

*SMASH!!!!!!

*Crowd: OOOOOOO

HE: Ooohhhh my !!!!!!!

HA: PLAGUE CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!

HE: Orthrus saw him coming there!

Plague is seen in the rummage of the broken table, as Orthrus is seen barely moving on the mat, as the ref rushes over to check on both men. EMT’s rush down as Orthrus doesn’t move as the wipe up some of the blood across his face and give him some medical care. Orthrus then shoves them away as he pushes himself back up as Plague still hasn’t moved. Orthrus stumbles around the ring as he makes his way over to Plague.

Orthrus drags Plague’s body away, and grabs a piece of the broken table. Orthrus then drives the piece into Plague’s throat as he desperately tries to choke him out. Orthrus then burst into a fit of laughter as Plague coughs out blood as he then throws the piece of table away into the crowd. Orthrus then drags Plague to his feet and delivers an irish whip. As Plague comes off the ropes, Orthrus swings a wild right, but Plagues dashes under. Plague then graps on to the ropes on the over side to stop his run. Orthrus then charges over to Plague but Plague pulls down on the top rope as Orthrus falls on the outside of the ring.

*Crowd: This is awesome!!!! This is awesome!!!!

HE: This just goes to show what the 6CW crowd are all about. Two men who are despised by the crowd are being given the respect, they deserve in this blood thirsty match.

HA: This what Andrews wanted in the revival! Blood, Aggression, no holds bar action!!!

Plague then steps through the second rope.

*SMACK!!!!!

HE: WHAT A SHOT!!!!!

HA: Right off Plague’s head!!!!

HE: Crafty Orthrus grab a dust bin lid from under the ring as Plague exited the ring.

Plague’s falls through the ropes and lands on his head on the outside of the ring. Orthrus falls against the barricade smiling, and wiping the blood away from his face as he stares down at Plague’s body. Plague pulls himself back up using the apron as Orthrus makes his way over and hits a kick to the mid-section. Orthrus then raises Plague in the air in the crucifix position.

HE: Orthrus wants to put an end to the this with his Crucifix powerbomb here!

HA: Plague looks out of it as well.

Orthrus begins to run towards the steel post, as Plague slips out of the hold. Orthrus turns around as Plague hits a kick of his own and raises Orthrus in the air.

HE: Plague going for a Crucifix of his own!

HA: Both men so similar in styles, it is like they were fighting themselves!

Plague goes for a Crucifix Powerbomb, but Orthrus breaks free again and hits a knee thrust to the gut and charges Plague spine first into the barricade again. Orthrus then lift Plague in the air.

HE: CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB ON TO THE STEEL POST!!!!

*Crowd: Holysh!t!!!! Holysh!t!!!! Holysh!t!!!!

HA: My god that was sick!!!! Plague’s head literally bouncing off the post!

Orthrus then drops down to one knee and glares straight into Plague’s eyes and laughs.

HE: I can’t believe it he could have the match won and he isn’t even going for the pin.

HA: This seems beyond this Henry, both men don’t seem to care for the pin, we haven’t had a single one throughout this entire match!

Orthrus then wraps his hand around Plague’s throat as he chokes his opponent once more. Blood trickles down the side of Plague mouth as Orthrus takes sick pleasure in watching him. Plague is seen gasping for air as he eyes suddenly fade as his eyes lids close. Orthrus laugh manically as he continues to choke his opponent as the ref calls for Orthrus to break the hold.

HE: Plague has passed out!

HA: Orthrus has just completely and savagely taken out Plague!

The lights across the arena begins to flicker as Plague eyes suddenly open with his eyes completely black.

HE: Look at the eyes!! Look at the eyes!!!!

Orthrus intensifies the hold as Plague slaps his hand around Orthrus throat. Plague slowly rises to his one knee as the two men clutch to each other throat.

HE: CHOKELSAM ON TO THE HARD MAT!!!

HA: Plague lifted Orthrus up with ease!!!!

Plague then mounts Orthrus and rapidly bashes his head against the floor. Plague then breaks away as Orthrus tries to crawl away. Orthrus gets to his feet as Plague swings a right but Orthrus blocks it and swings one of his own but Plague slips behind Orthrus and counters with a full nelson slam. Orthrus holds the back of his head as Plague pulls him back up and connects with a right hook shot to the jaw.

HE: That’s shot really rocked Orthrus there.

HA: Look at Plague’s eyes seems soulless.

Plague follows it up by throwing Orthrus against the steel steps spine first. Plague then charges in and smacks his knee to Orthrus face. Blood pours on to the steel steps, with Plague grasping Orthrus head and driving his cut into the side of the steel step as ORthrus shouts in pain. Orthrus drives his elbow into Plague’s gut, and retaliates by smashing Plague head against steps.

Orthrus then drags Plague by the hair away from the ring, as he then hits a kick, and goes for a tiger bomb, but Plague counters with a big back body drop on to the ramp.

HE: This fight going beyond the ring here as the ref desperately tries to get control of the match.

HA: No one can hold these two men Henry!

Orthrus slowly gets back up as Plague clobbers his back, as Orthrus groggily moves away up the ramp. Plague follows behind and hits a stiff headbut. Plague then whips Orthrus towards the titantron wall, but ORthrus counters and delivers a whip of his own.

HE: Plague crashes against the 6CW titantron!

Orthrus then makes his way over towards Plague

HA: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!

HE: ORTRUS TURN TO EAT METAL!

Both men lay motionless as the crowd is heard going into a frenzy.

*Crowd: Let’s Go Orthrus! Let’s Go Plague!!!!

Plague and Orthrus are seen crawling away from each other slowly, in pain.

HE: Both men here are spent for energy, clearly there is not much left in them, but who is going to be the first to buckle?

HA: Everytime you think one has the advantage the other responds, this has been a none stop end to end match! Both men leaving it all in the ring tonight.

HE: And Outside!!!

Plague and Orthrus both raise themselves back up, as slowly turn around to face each other. Both gasping air as blood covers Orthrus face and chest, as Plague has a continue flow of blood coming out of his mouth. The two men dash towards each other once more as Plague goes for a big boot but Orthrus slides under. As Plague turns around

*SMACK!!!!

HE: What an uppercut!!!!

*CHOP!!!!!

HA: Plague responds with a chop!

Both men trade blows as Orthrus slowly backs Plague towards the edge of the ramp where 2 sets of 4 tables piled on top of each other are seen. Orthrus hits a combination of a jab and a hook shot as Plague loses his balance

HE: Is Plague going to go here?

HA: Certainly looks like it! Not much left in him!

Plague regains some composure and hits a European uppercut and stiff right as he trades places with Orthrus. Plague hits a chop, and another chop, and another chop, as Orthrus left foot slips off the ramp.

HE: Orthrus is about to go here!!!!

HA: Surely not!!!

Orthrus hits a knee shot to the gut and props Plague on his shoulders

HE: DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!!!!!

HA: PLAGUE COUNTERS FULL NELSON SLAM!!!

HE: NO!!!!!

Orthrus fights out of the Full Nelson Slam

HE: DEATH FROM ABOVE AGAIN!!!!

HA: SEE YA PLAGUE!!!!!

*SMASH!!!!!!!

*CRUMBLE!!!!!

CROWD: HOLYSHlT!!!! HOLYSHlT!!!! HOLYSHlT!!!! HOLYSHlT!!!!

HE: WHAT A COUNTER!!!!!

HA: PLAGUE BROKE AWAY AND RESPONDED EMPHATICALLY WITH HIS CONFESSIONS MANOEUVRE!!!!!

HE: SENT ORTHRUS FLYING 7FT IN THE AIR THROUGH THE TABLES!!!!!

EMT’s rush out on to the scene as Plague crumbles down to one knee surveying the damage as a pool of blood emerges around Orthrus head as he prone, unmoving like a discarded carcass.

Slowly Plague rises up to his feet, surveying the scene Plague smiles, he makes the sign of a cross over his stricken opponent

HA: That has to be it - Orthrus isn't moving he may well be dead- All Plague has to do is go for the pin and he will have won perhaps the most brutal match I have ever seen in 6CW

Where is he going, why isn't he going for the pin??????

Plague starts to laugh as he turns and walks away into the back.

[b]HE: My god…..what a devastating end to this hellacious match!

HA: Neither men will ever be the same again after this!

HE: But you must wonder what will happen next I mean….Technically we don’t have a winner…

HA: And it isn’t a draw because there are no DQ, and no count outs!

The camera zooms down to Orthrus who slowly picks himself back up,his face drenched in a crimson mask

HA: Oh my god he's smiling - He enjoyed that. We have just seen two sick and twisted individuals beating the hell out of one another and they have both walked away smiling

HE: I can't believe what we have just witnessed - What have we just seen!!!!!!!!!!!

Dean Andrews is shown walking through the backstage area with his secretary

DA: Who does he think he is; the jumped up little ******. I told you they were trying to push me out. Did you see that earlier? Does he think I am an idiot?

Sec: It looked to me like the offer of an olive branch

Andrews looks at his secretary with a venomous stare

DA: That’s what he wants you to think. He’s trying to push me out. All this bulls**t about a group of sponsors I don’t buy it. It’s all him, he’s the brains behind it all and this has been his plan all along

Sec: What has? – To work together, to create something special in 6CW.To make this one of the biggest wrestling organisations across the globe?

I don’t know what’s going on in your head Dean but I’m worried you’re losing it. We have worked together for a long time

Andrews snaps

DA: You work for me, we don’t work together!!!!!!!!

The secretary looks hurt by the comment but continues
Sec: I have worked for you for a long time Dean. I know your parents and I consider us friends even if perhaps you don’t

DA: What is your point?

Sec: I know how much this means to you but if you’re not careful your stubbornness is going to lead you to lose everything that you have worked so hard for. Remember all the blood and sweat that it took to get to this point. How when you brought up the idea to resurrect 6CW everybody laughed in your face, nobody wanted to believe in you, in your vision; but you made people listen, you had the fire inside you to get this place back off the ground

You did that and are you really willing to throw it all away now after all your hard work?

DA: Who’s throwing anything away? You said it yourself I built this place up from the ashes of it’s past, you really think I’m gonna go out without a fight????

The secretary sighs

DA: You have seen for yourself that Jones and me, we cannot work together

Sec: But you have to, you agreed to abide by the decision made at the board meeting. What other option do you have?

Andrews picks up his mobile and dials a number

DA: Voicemail……….

Hi it’s me. I know things aren’t working out for you over there and you have a lot on your plate but things just aren’t working between me and Jones. I know what you said about joint GM’s but the future of 6CW has to be put first

I have a proposition for you………

Ring me when you get this, we need to talk

Andrews hangs up the phone as his secretary stares

Sec: What are you gonna do?

Andrews looks down the camera

DA: Something I should have done a long time ago!!!!!!!!!

He: Yet another heated rivalry coming up next as the Critic Garry Grant goes one on one with Nate Nack

Ha: Nack come through his first match last week since Absolution but there must still be some ring rust there

He: While that may be the case lets not forget that his opponent here tonight wasn't even an active competitor when the doors reopened in this great company

Ha: Yet he had no problems attacking his opponent tonight?

The commentators are interrupted by huge boos that ring around the arena. The word applause flashes on the big screen and Garry Grant walks out to the stage

GG: SILENCE YOU IGNORANT CRETINS! Did your parents never tell you not to disrespect your peers? Now I'm going to keep this short and sweet before your ADHD minds zone out. Tonight you welcome back one of your heroes, but don't get used to it. for all you Nate Nack fans remember this night, because it will be the last time you see him in 6CW

Ha: NACK HAS HEARD ENOUGH

The crowd erupt as Nate Nack runs from backstage and clotheslines Grant from behind. Grant tries to escape through the crowd but Nack grabs him as he's climbing over the barrier. He unloads a flurry of punches on him but stumbles back as Grant gets a thumb to the eye.

Grant climbs the barrier and disappears into the crowd. Nack staggers temporarily blinded and then gives chase as the cameraman struggles to find both men amongst the sold out audience.

He: We need to get these guys in the ring for this match to start but all hell has broken loose here

A separate camera at the top of the rena picks up the action in the middle of the crowd. The two men are trading punches, neither giving up any ground. They reach the steps and begin to ascend.

Ha: We need somebody to get these two guys down here. I get that there's bad blood here but we need to get them to ringside

A team of referees are stood at the top of the steps trying to regain control. The two men brawl through the centre of them into the foyer section. Nack gets the upper hand and whips Grant into a wooden fire door. Grant bounces off the door with the force and is knocked down by a running shoulder charge. Referees try to restore order but Nack is enraged. He lets out a roar and then lifts Grant up off the floor. He grabs his head and then throws him face first into the wall

Grant tries to crawl away. Nack stalks him and grabs him by the waist band and lifts him to his feet. He goes to throw him

CRASH

He: TABLES TURNED!!

The crowd inside the arena can be heard exclaiming as Grant turns the tables and sends Nack through one of the glass doors to the outside of the arena.

He: This has gone too far and we haven't even started officially yet. Nack just got put through that glass door, this could be over before its begun

Ha: Grant did say, and it looks like he's come through on his promise

Gary Grant slowly starts to make his way back into the arena and then slowly down to ringside. He rolls into the ring and then and then asks for a mic

GG: I told you. I told you to savour this moment as you wouldn't see your beloved Nate Nack again. Now the only thing left is for my hand to be raised in victory as my opponent won't be making it to this ring tonight

The referee refuses to do what Grant says and Grant barks at him.

Ha: NO WAY!!

the crowd go wild as 'Unbreaklable' begins to play and camera spins around the arena before focussing in on Nate Nack making his way down through the crowd. He is busted open from a forehead wound. He gets down to ringside and then climbs over the barrier. He slides in the ring and then wipes blood off his forehead and wipes it across his chest. Grant cowers behind the referee who signals for the bell

Ha: we're finally underway here and Grant has nowhere to hide

Grant tries to escape through the ropes but Nack grabs him and pulls him back in. He grabs him by the throat and then tosses him into the corner before closing in and beating him down with left and right punches. Nack runs and bounces off the rope before driving his knee into Grants head squashing him up in the corner

He: This really isn't fair. Grant wasn't ready

Ha: Like Nack was all those times Grant attacked him?

Nack drags Grant up by his arm and drops him with a short arm clothesline, he keeps hold of his arm and repeats a second and then a third time before going for the cover

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Grant manages to kick out and then tries to escape again under the bottom rope. Nack follows him out and then grabs him and drives his head into the canvas. Nack rolls in and out of the ring to break the 10 count and then grabs Grant again. He picks Grant up and runs him into the crowd barrier back first and then slides Grant in the ring

He: Grant needs to get his head back in the game

Nack pulls himself back onto the ring apron and then climbs into the ring. He waits as Grant starts to get up and then he grabs him by the head and drops him with a huge headbutt and then goes for another cover

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Grant throws his shoulder up again. Nack gets to his feet and paces impatiently. Grant slowly gets to his feet and then pulls the referee in the way as Nack closes in. Nack impatiently moves the referee out of the way pushing him across the ring and then boos ring around the arena as Grant connects with a low blow.

Grant climbs to the top rope and then jumps off and connects with a leg drop across the back of Nack's neck as he's doubled over after the low blow. Grant quickly crawls over and hooks the leg

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Nack powers out pushing Grant off the cover with such force he lands on his feet. Nack slowly starts to get to his feet but Grant attacks with a flurry of kicks. Nack pushes Grant away but he bounces off the ropes and then connects with a dropkick to the knee taking the standing leg from underneath the big man. Grant grabs the leg and then drives his elbow to the knee area. He drags the big man over to the rope and places the leg across the bottom rope before springboarding off the second rope and dropping all his weight down across the knee.

He: Grant is so clever. He was giving a lot away to his opponent tonight in terms of size but he's making this an even playing field now

Grant puts his foot across the rope again and then climbs to the second rope before jumping off with a knee drop across the injured leg. Nack's face is etched with pain as Grant gets to his feet again. He cockily stomps down on Nack and then barks for him to get to his feet. The big man slowly starts to get up and Grant positions himself behind and then connects with a chop block to the back of the leg. Grant bounces off the ropes

He: What a knee. Nack could be out cold, Grant could have him here

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Ha: Nearly. That was a little too close. I'll tell you what I'm impressed by Grant here

Grant quickly gets up and stays on the attack. He delivers several elbows to the inside of the injured leg and then stomps down on it. He grabs the leg and then drags him over to the corner of the ring. He exits the ring and pulls Nack closer to the ring post and then wraps his leg around the steel

Ha: Human bone against steel, only one winner there

Nack is trying to reach his injured leg but Grant beats his hand away before wrapping his leg round the steel ring post again. Grant smiles at the crowd as they boo him and he points at his head showing his intellectual superiority. Grant wraps Nack's leg round the ring post for a third time before climbing back in the ring. Grant barks at Nack to get to his feet but he attacks him as he tries to get up and then plants him with a DDT before going for the pin

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Ha: Nack kicks out but these pin falls are getting a lot closer

He: Grant is superb. He's so clever. He has effectively taken Nacks size and power out of the equation and now on the cusp of victory

Grant punches the mat in frustration before getting to his feet. He circles his opponent and then grabs him by the leg and locks in a figure four in the centre of the ring

He: This one's over. Nate Nack has nowhere to go. It doesn't matter how big you are this move has beaten some of the best

Nack is trying to fight against the submission but slowly fades without making progress toward the rope. The referee is positioned looking for the submission. The crowd begin to boo as with the officials back turned Grant lifts up to the ropes to apply more pressure. The more pressure he applies the quicker Nack fades and his shoulders fall to the mat

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He: Nack gets his shouler off the mat, but he still has nowhere to go

The boos are still ringing round as Grant continues to use the ropes for more leverage. The boos quickly change to cheers as the official notices whats happening and kicks Grants hands away from the rope. Grant voluntarily breaks the hold to confront the official.

He: I know what I said before but I don't know how clever this is

Grant is furious with the official. He turns back to face Nack

Ha: COME ON NATE!!!

As Grant turns to face Nate he walks straight into the hand of Nack who wraps his hand around Grants throat. Nack gets back to his feet but Grant kicks out at the knee of Nack. Grant runs and bounces off the rope

Ha: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!! HE ALMOST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF! NACK ISN'T OUT OF THIS YET!!!

The crowd go wild as Grant is flattened in the centre of the ring. Nack slowly gets to his feet and he limps over to the ropes for support. He waits for Grant to get back to his feet and then he closes in and whips him against the ropes and hits a big body drop. Grant gets back to his feet and walks into a big boot and then gets straight back up to be met by a sidewalk slam and Nack hooks the leg

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Ha: That was close

Nack limps to his feet and across the ring to the corner, he motions for Grant to get up as well

Ha: WHAT A SPEAR

He: WOW!!

Nack gets up and beats his chest, he waits patiently as Grant crawls over to the corner of the ring and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Nack charges at him

Ha: Huge splash.........WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!! THIS ONES OVER

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He: I don't know how but Grant got his shoulder up, that was some impact on the spinebuster

Ha: Nack is pumped up

Nack plays to the crowd as he waits for Grant to get to his feet. He closes in and then lifts Grant and drops him with a scoop slam, he peels him off the mat and then hits a second, followed by a third. He bounces off the ropes and then hits a leg drop across the head and neck of Grant

Ha: 380lbs coming down, that's gotta hurt

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Nack doesn't let it phase him and gets to his feet. He lifts Grant up and connects with another headbutt which rocks Grant, Grant staggers forward and is met with another headbutt and then walks into two handed chokeslam and another cover

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Ha: YE....SO CLOSE. SERIOUSLY HOW CLOSE WAS THAT??

He: So close, both guys could have won this on numerous occasions

Nack gets up to his feet again and he signals for the end and then screams at Grant to get to his feet. Grants slowly gets up and Nack uses all his power to lift him up over his head in the gorilla press slam position

Ha: What power, Nack is literally bench pressing Gary Grant here

He: TOO MUCH SHOWING OFF

The crowd descend into jeers as Grant rolls off and lands behind Nack and goes straight to work on the leg again. He drives his shoulder right in the back of the knee taking the 6ft8 Nack down to his knees

Ha: Surely he can't hit this??

He: YES HE CAN!! MY WORD, WHERE DID THAT STRENGTH COME FROM??

The crowd are stunned as Grant hits the Rave Review (Full nelson slam) and falls on top of Nack for the cover

He: This is a huge win for Gary Grant

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Ha: HE KICKED OUT HE KICKED OUT GRANT CAN'T BELIEVE IT

He: Neither can I

Grant looks in shock into the distance and then slowly uses the ropes to pick himself up. He exits the ring and climbs slowly to the top rope as Nack gets to his feet

He: Huge crossbody

Ha: BUT NACK CATCHES HIM!!! WHAT STRENTGH

He: WHAT A DDT FROM GRANT! HE USED NACKS MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM AND THE BIG MAN IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT

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Ha: SHOULDER UP AGAIN!!!!!

Grant is furious and begins to scratch at his head in a fit of rage. He gets to his feet and backs the official into the corner lambasting him for not counting the three. Nack is slowly getting up but Grant hits a baseball slide, targeting the knee again. Grant bounces off the rope and then runs at the big man

He: SHINING WIZARD

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Ha: KICK OUT AGAIN!! I THINK GRANT KNOWS HE CAN'T WIN THIS ONE

He: Rubbish, its this referee and his slow counts

Grant throws a fit in the centre of the ring and then gets up and actually pushes the officially. The referee goes to DQ Grant but he is stopped as Grant kicks him in the mid section and then drops him with a Rave Review to the boos of the crowd. Grant exits the ring and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper area. He slides back in and waits for Nack to get to his feet

CRACK!!!!!!!!

Ha: OH MY GOD!!! GRANT IS FLAT OUT!!

The crowd are going wild as Nack connects with a punch to the steel chair and it wraps around the skull of Grant knocking him to the mat. Nack goes for the cover as the crowd count along

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Ha: Come on!! Nack could have had this thing won three times over

Nack gets to his feet and he makes his way over to the official. He tries to bring him around but he's out cold. He signals for the EMTs who make their way down to the ring to check on the official and a second referee runs down behind them.

Ha: Gary grant hasn't moved since that punch

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Ha: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! STILL ISN'T OVER

He: How did grant kick out?? INSANE ACTION HERE! THIS IS WHY WE LOVE 6CW

Nack looks to the heavens and then pulls himself to his feet, he makes his way over to Grants and stalks him as he gets up to his feet. He kicks him in the mid section

Ha: looking for the Wake up call

He: RAVE REVIEW OUT OF NOWHERE FOR THE SECOND TIME

Both men are down in the middle of the ring. Grant not fit to capitalise on his finisher. He slowly pulls himself over the canvas and hooks the leg of Nack

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Ha: KICK OUT AGAIN! NACK WILL NEVER QUIT

He: This is insane. these two have given each other everything

Nack crawls to the corner and pulls himself up to his feet. Grant is in the opposite corner

He: RUNNING KNEE! HE CALLS THAT AVOID AT ALL COSTS AND NATE NACK DID NOT HEED THE WARNING

Ha: Credit where its due, Grant has impressed me tonight, but despite his best efforts he still can't put Nate Nack away

He: Maybe this is it...BULLDOG

Ha: WHAT POWER BY NACK THROWING GRANT ACROSS THE RING........HUGE SPLASH IN THE CORNER

The crowd are pumped as Nack counters the bulldog by throwing Grant across the ring. As Grant climbs up in the corner of the ring Nack runs at him and flattens him up against the turnbuckles with a big body splash and as he staggers out of the corner and Nack lifts him up and starts bench pressing Grant over his head before dropping him face first on the mat

Ha: SECOND TIME LUCKY FOLLOWED BY A SENTON SPLASH

Nack considers the cover but instead taunts Grant and shouts for him to get to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and sets him

Ha: WAKE UP CALL

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Ha: THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE!! HOW DID GRANT KICK OUT??

Nack pleads with the referee but the official signals the count of two. He slowly gets up, physically exhausted. He picks Grant up and then kicks him in the mid section and sets him in position again

Ha: Looking for a second wake up call

He: REVERSED.......RAVE REVIEW

Ha: ELBOWS FREE!!!WAKE UP CALL

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Ha: WHAT A MATCH WE HAVE WITNESSED! NACK FINALLY HAS THE W! BUT DAMN DID HE HAVE TO WORK HARD TO GET IT

He: Take a bow guys, what an effort from both. The two have put it all on the line here tonight and on a different night grant could have come out with the win

Ha: Credit to Grant he was at a severe size and power disadvantage here tonight but he gave it his all

Nack slowly gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the official before slowly exiting the ring and making his way up the ramp tagging the hands of the fans

HA: Ladies and Gentleman we have seen one hell of a show tonight but for the majority of the thousands in attendance here tonight this is what we all came to see, a sell-out crowd, two men divided by hate, no rules, just a battle of who can outlast the other. This is last man standing!

Gangster Rap Made Me Do It rings throughout the arena as loud boos can be heard from the fans.

HE: This is deafening Harold - This man has only been in 6CW for a matter of months but he has made a lot of enemies

HA: I don't think he cares Henry - DeMarcus Brown is intent on causing destruction, he is here to win and all he is focused on right now is removing Blade from his path

DeMarcus Brown steps out from behind the curtain, he is wearing a white sleeveless hoodie zipped up to the top with the hood up and a white bandanna covering his mouth. He cockily strolls down to the ring ignoring all fans.

Brown removes his hood and stands in the far corner of the ring, staring intently at the ramp waiting for the arrival of his opponent

HE: Look at the intensity in his eyes Brown is clearly up for this one

The crowd erupt as 'I do what I want' blasts out of the speakers, every man, woman and child jump to their feet. Blade walks out to the stage, he is smiling from ear to ear as he salutes the crowd

HA: Always a fan favourite, so far you would have to say that Brown has had the slight edge in this feud. Blade will have to be at the top of his game if he wants to change his fortunes
Blade walks to each side of the ramp acknowledging the fans. He starts to make his way down to the ring tagging hands with his fans and then slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle

HA: He looks fired up Henry

Blade is beating his chest , and pointing at all the Blade banners in the crowd before jumping down from the corner and turning to face Brown

HE: You can see it in their eyes, Harold, these men, they hate each other. We’ve seen an impressive show so far, but I think, somehow, that this is going to blow everything else out of the water!

HA: And here we go!!

The bell sounds!

There is a deafening roar of support for Blade as the two men circle one another, not breaking eye contact. Both feign attempts at going for the lock up, seeking to draw the other into an attack, but both remain stoic. Blade looks intense as Brown returns a subtle, cocky grin…

HA: With so much riding on this, it looks like neither man wants to start on the back foot.

The crowd are upping the noise levels, trying to roar on Blade and eventually, the lock up is made. Brown, the heavier man, dominates and pushes Blade back to the corner, pushing Blades head back, as the crowd call for the referee to intervene.

HE: The ref won’t split them, anything goes!

Brown is playing for position, pushing Blade’s head back, Blade trying to engineer a way out. Brown senses a rebuttal from his foe and responds promptly, kneeing Blade in the gut. Blade doubles over and crawls from the corner, as Brown slaps him round the back of the head as he gets away. Brown pulls him up and turns Blade to face him, he grabs Blade by the throat and begins to yell at him…

Crowd: Ooooooooooooo!

Brown is roaring at Blade who defiantly spits in the face of the American…

HA: Again, legal!

Brown angrily wipes it away and drops the pretence, swinging for Blade who ducks the attack and fires off a flurry of right hands that send Brown stumbling backwards. Blade runs the ropes and comes back, hitting a drop kick to face of Brown, which puts him to the canvas.

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Brown is barely down for long as he uses the ropes to get back up…

HA: INCOMING!

Brown barely has time to register where Blade is, as Blade launches himself at Demarcus sending both men to the outside. Both men are down momentarily and the referee reaches 3, before Blade regroups and is up to his feet. He kicks Brown in the ribs as he tries to get up, sending Brown sprawling towards the ring post. Blade follows him and cannons his head off the steel post, causing Brown to fall to his knees. Blade points circularly around the Copper Box and the crowd respond with support as he hauls up Brown and whips him hard into a barrier, following through with a dropkick to the abdomen.

Blade backs away and allows for the referee to the count.

Ref: 1………2…………..3……………4…………5……Brown somewhat sluggishly gets to his feet.

Whilst this has been going on, Blade has retreated behind the steel steps. Brown turns to face him and is stunned as Blade takes a run up…

HA: FLYING CLOTHESLINE OFF THE STEPS!

Blade uses the steps as a spring board as he takes flight and almost decapitates Brown with a high impact clothesline. Blade doesn’t give the referee chance to begin a count as he flings Brown back into the ring. Brown is lay on his back, as Blade climbs onto the apron, springboarding over into a leg drop across Brown’s throat.

HE: Real aggression from Blade here!

Blade once more refuses the count as he goes to ground with Brown, locking in a grounded headlock. He ups the pressure as Brown looks to fight out.

Blade keeps the hold in for a minute or so as Brown tries to break out.

HA: Canny from Blade, let Brown exert his effort breaking out. If he has nothing in the tank, he’ll struggle to answer the count.

Brown battles to his knees and looks like he’s going to fight out of the predicament, Blade is level to it, though and takes Brown back to the mat. Brown gets up but is put to the mat once more as Blade steams in with his trademark running shoulder barge. Brown somewhat groggily gets back to his feet, as Blade continues the attack, hitting the Overdrive before finally letting the referee make a count.

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HE: All Blade so far, he’s been the aggressor and tried to take it to the usually aggressive Brown.

HA: Flapjack!

Brown makes a move for Blade, who spots it and flapjacks Brown across the top rope, sending the San Jose native sprawling, clutching his throat. Blade looks down at his fallen rival and smiles, before rolling from the ring and going underneath, to the delight of the crowd, he emerges holding a lead pipe.

HE: It was only a matter of time before the more ‘foreign’ objects were going to be bought into play!

Blade gets into the ring as Brown has beaten the count at 4, Brown is on his knees, looking dazed and Blade sizes him up, wielding the lead pipe. He places it on Brown’s shoulders almost as if he’s going to knight him. Blade slowly draws the weapon back and brings it in, looking to connect with the temple of Brown…

HA: This could be night night!

HE: LOW BLOW! BROWN NEEDED THAT!

Blade is about to strike Brown with the pipe when, at the last minute, Brown connects with a meaty low blow. Blade drops down, dropping the pipe and Brown is able to regroup, whilst the crowd show their distaste at such a morally corrupt move.

HA: It’s legal…

Brown gets to his feet as Blade splutters and coughs, in evident discomfort, and the American wastes little time in slapping Blade round the head, yelling obscenities. He walks around the back of the 6CW veteran and plants him with a vicious curb stomp!

HE: Brown making Blade Eat Dirt. Ferocious!

Brown furiously looks at his adversary and then to the lead pipe. He picks up the weapon and then again to Blade who is trying to get to his knees before ruthlessly smashing the pipe over Blades back. There is an audible thud as he strikes again and again and again and again. One final time he smashes the now bent pipe over the prone Blade, who is now flat on the mat. Brown steps away, looking to the referee to count.

Ref: 1………….2…… Brown decides he’s nowhere near finished, hauling up Blade and hoisting him up onto his shoulders.

HA: Surely not the Broken Home already?! Brown wants this done!

HE: NAILED IT!

Brown hits the Broken Home (F5) and Blade hits the mat hard, almost rag doll-esque. Brown steps away and grins at his work, the referee finally starting to count as Brown retreats to the corner.

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Blade begins to stir, as he tries to sit up, Brown willing him to stay down…

HA: We’ve seen before, men struggling to stand after that move!

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HE: Blade showing life!

Blade is about up to a seated position and finally makes it, after the referee counts to 9.

HA: Closest call yet, Blade showing the fight that this crowd buy into so much!

HE: WHAT A SPEAR!!

Blade reaches his feet, but Brown has it scouted and viciously goes through his foe with a brutal spear which almost breaks Blade in half. Brown gets down to ground level and begins hurling abuse at Blade.

Brown: You stay down!

Brown tells the referee not to count, intent upon causing more damage to Blade who is holding his abdominal area.

HA: That may have done some serious damage to Blade, maybe some internal bleeding. I’ve never seen Brown hit someone THAT hard before!

HE: What’s he doing now?!

Brown looks down on Blade and spits on him, to the disgust of the crowd, before going to the corner, removing the leather cover and throwing it from the ring. He grabs Blade by the legs and positions him so that Brown’s back is facing the exposed corner…

HE: Slingshot into the corner!

HA: Blade hit that head first, you know!

HE: He did, that looked as brutal as the spear, and you know what?! Blade’s bleeding!

Trickles of blood can be seen staining the mat as the dazed Blade tries to come to terms with his surroundings. Brown smirks at his handiwork, running in and connecting with a hard boot to the kidney area of Blade who lets out a loud yelp. Brown then mounts his opponent, unfurling a barrage of right hands to Blade’s bloodied head, opening the wound further.

HA: You wondered when this match would take a sadistic turn and it’s no surprise Brown, with that gang land background, is the one that is the catalyst!

Brown releases Blade and the camera shows the legend, masked by his own crimson, wide eyed and not entirely sure where he is. Brown pulls Blade up, and rests him against the ropes, running them and connecting with another boot to the head of Blade who is catapulted from the ring to the mat outside. Brown promptly tells the referee not to bother counting, as he follows Blade to the outside.

Blade is groggily trying to use the announce table to haul himself up but Brown simply just smashes his head off it, sending Blade back to the floor. He then hauls the veteran to his feet, mocks the crowd and whips Blade hard into the steel steps.

Crowd: Let’s go Blade, let’s go!

Brown once more continues his assault, aiming more punches to the cut forehead of Blade, the crowd showing evident disgust.

HE: This is slowly becoming somewhat uncomfortable. Brown has been un-re-lenting in his attack!

HA: Blade bossed the early running, but one low blow and the match has turned!

Brown tells the referee to count, as he goes and takes the time keepers steel chair, sitting down to watch Blade get counted out.

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The crowd are willing Blade up as Brown implores him to stay down.

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HA: Blade showing signs of life once again…

Blade has reached up for the apron, using it to get to his feet.

HE: Can he get to his feet in time though?!

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Brown looks on wide eyed as the crowd roars it’s approval!

HA: The fight this guy shows is unbelievable!

A blood soaked, weary and discombobulated Blade somehow gets to his feet, the crowd roaring its support. Brown, however, has other ideas, grabbing the veteran by the neck and flinging him into the barricade’s corner. Blade feebly tries to haul himself to his feet as Brown yells at him…

Brown: YOU AIN’T GETTING UP NEXT TIME YOU LITTLE BI***!!

Brown hurtles in towards Blade, and crowd expect the worst…

HA: SPEAR AGAIN!!

The crowd pop!!

HE: BLADE DODGED IT! HE DODGED IT! LOOK AT THE WRECKAGE!!!

Brown goes for another spear, but at the last, Blade falls out the way as Brown crashes through the barrier, leaving both men down!

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome!

The referee has no option but to count…

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Blade is the first to stir, using the barricade to haul himself up, as Brown slowly tries to get to his feet amidst the wreckage of the barrier, security and venue staff holding back fans who are trying to hurl abuse.

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Both men are finally up, sharing a look at one another, blood still seeping from Blade’s wound. They move towards one another and begin to trade lefts and rights, the fans cheering Blade’s shots and booing Brown’s. They continue to trade, both men seeming to get the upper hand, then the other rallying back.

HE: These two are warriors! Both have been through the ringer so far, yet they’re still fighting!

Brown finally gets the upper hand, sending a heavy left hand into the cut area of Blade’s forehead, causing the veteran to stumble back toward the ring steps. Brown charges at him…

HE: Going for the Drive By again!

HA: SCOUTED! OH MY!!

HE: Brown’s nose could be busted here, folks!!

As Brown once more hunts for his devastating spear variant, Blade goes down and scissors Brown’s legs causing the San Jose native to crash head first into the steel, his recoil showing blood flowing from the bridge of his nose and from the nostrils. Brown is on the floor holding his face, screaming in agony!

HA: This is how brutal these matches can be, folks. These men are bleeding copiously, they probably need medical attention but it doesn’t end until someone can’t answer a 10 count!

Brown is still holding his nose as Blade raises an arm and grabs the steel chair, waiting for Brown to get up. Brown turns to face Blade and is dropped back to the concrete floor by a hard swing to the face. Blade holds up the chair, Brown’s blood visible upon it. Blade begins to jab the edge of the chair into the mid-section of Brown, each strike bringing a scream of anguish from his usually dominant opponent. Blade pulls up Brown’s head, and lays the chair under him, sending a sickening thud reverberating around the arena by dropping the knees into Brown’s head driving it into the chair.

HA: Sickening!

HE: These two hate each other, and that’s driving them to the limit here!!

Blade looks around the arena at the fans cheering him on, and he nods, before looking to the chair and then Brown and then the announce table. He nods once again and proceeds to remove the cover, along with the monitors as Henry and Harold move away. Blade hauls Brown up and drags him over to the exposed table, rolling him onto it. Blade looks to Brown and then to the turnbuckle…

HE: Surely not?!

Blade makes his way back into the ring, slowly climbing onto the top rope, balancing himself and raising his arms into the air. The crowd cheer him as he looks down on the prone Brown. For what seems an eternity Blade stands…

HA: After everything these men have been through, Blade maybe has chance here for some closure. He has a chance to end this with Brown for good! This could end it!

HE: SWANTON BOMB!!

There are screams from the crowd as the table implodes from the impact…

HA: BROWN MOVED!! BLADE JUST CRASHED AND BURNED!!

HE: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD! There’s blood, there’s wreckage! This is pure carnage!!

Blade’s Swanton is picturesque in its delivery, as he leaps to the outside. However, similar to earlier, Brown turns the tables, rolling off of the table as Blade is helpless, crashing through it, embedded within the wreckage.

HA: Don’t adjust your sets folks, this is aggression at its finest, this is 6CW!!

The referee has no option but to count; as both men are lay on the outside.

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HA: Brown is slowly up but Blade hasn’t moved since he went through our table!

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Brown is up, blood covering his face, as he leans against the apron.

HE: Brown might have this!

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HA: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!

HE: Unbelievable! There’s life in the old dog! Brown’s beside himself!

The referee is about to count ten but, as he does, from the wreckage of the table, Blade manages to sit up! He looks broken, bloodied, completely out on his feet but he looks at Brown and shoots a look of defiance, as the enraged American has no choice but to continue!

HA: This is barbaric!!

HE: We’ve seen some battles in our time, Harold, but this! This is something else completely!!

Blade is trying to get up as Brown grabs a monitor. He rounds on Blade and the crowd wince, as he bounces the monitor off Blade’s head, putting him back onto the deck. Brown pulls Blade up by the throat and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in wearily, pulling the 6CW legend to his feet, dropping him with spine buster authoritatively. Brown mounts Blade once more and releases another barrage of lefts and rights, with every connection screaming “STAY DOWN!”

HA: Have you ever seen Demarcus Brown look so rattled, so… Almost emotional?!

HE: This is what it means, Harold!

Blade finally looks done for, Brown stands over him, blood soaked, and with finality, screams.

Brown: THIS IS OVER!

The crowd boo, as Brown thunderously pulls Blade off the mat and hitches him onto his shoulders…

HA: This is it, Broken Home!

HE: This surely must finish it?!

The crowd pop…

HA: HOW HAS THAT JUST HAPPENED?!

HE: POWERBOMB BY BLADE!!!

Brown goes to execute the F5 and swings Blade out, but the veteran somehow manages to get out, landing on his feet and instinctively hitting his own finisher onto Brown, collapsing to the mat afterwards…

HA: I don‘t know how he did it, I’m not sure I’ll ever know, but Blade, that wily son of a bitch has just turned the tables AGAIN!

HE: But they’re both down!

The referee begins the count once again, both men flat out.

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There’s no sign of either man stirring…

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HA: Blade’s getting up! BLADE IS GETTING UP!!

The count reaches six, and to the delight of the crowd, Blade is somehow getting to his feet, getting almost to his knees…

HA: He’s going to do this, Brown hasn’t moved!!

HE: Wait, who’s that?!

An elderly black gentleman walks on to the stage; he is dressed in a suit. He stands and watches for a second before pointing to the ring. The crowd begin to boo as the hooded gang suddenly appears from behind him, bee-lining for the ring!

HA: What the hell is going on?!

HE: I don’t really know, but the referee has stopped counting! Look at them surrounding the ring!!

The gang position themselves around the ring, sinisterly and collectively climbing onto the apron, as the elderly gentleman slowly walks to the foot of the ramp. Blade is about on his feet and he looks around at the men on the apron. He wearily moves into the middle of the ring and takes one more look, before gesturing for them to bring it.

HE: Something tells me that they aren’t here for Brown!

HA: HERE WE GO! GO ON BLADE, KICK THEIR ASS!

HE: Keep it down; let’s not get them over here!!

Collectively, the gang get into the ring and converge upon Blade, who takes it to one of the members, dropping him with a right hand and head-butting another to the floor, however, the numbers get the best of him as the rest of the members smother him and beat him to the floor, kicking him repeatedly. The suited man hauls Brown from the ring and helps him stand, Brown clearly not with it.

HA: THIS IS SICKENING! That pack of wild dogs are assaulting Blade!!

The assault continues as each member of the gang takes it in terms laying into the already bloodied and broken Blade. The man yells at them to drag Blade from the ring.

HE: This old guy is calling the shots here, he wants them to follow him with Blade in tow.

HA: It’s legal too…

Two of the gang members drag Blade with them up the ramp as Brown and the old man stand there in wait. The two members drop Blade at Brown’s feet and he looks to the old guy, who begins to nod, pointing off the stage.

HA: Oh dear god no! You’ll kill him!

Blade is trying to use Brown’s legs as aids to get up, Brown coldly grabs him by the throat and looks Blade in the eye, coldly telling him that it’s all over, the crowd booing hostilely. There is a charged stare between the two as the gang and the old man implore Demarcus to do it.

HE: Come on Demarcus, show some humanity!

HA: ONE LAST SHOW OF DEFIANCE BY BLADE!!

Blade spits in the face of Brown once more and this is the catalyst for his demise as Brown hauls him onto his shoulders, looking crazed! The old man looks delighted as the crowd boo.

HA: Oh my god, don’t do it Demarcus!!

HE: BROKEN HOME OFF THE STAGE!!!

HA: HOLY SH*T!! That’s a human being! Blade has just been thrown from 20 feet through technical equipment!

Brown hits his finisher and Blade almost falls in slow motion as he drops 20 feet, crashing into the sound and technical equipment below! The old man summons the referee, who hurries to where Blade has landed. He looks up at Brown and the gang above who tell him to count.

Ref: 1………….2………………..3……………..4………………….5……………..

HA: Not like this! Come on Blade, get up!

HE: Wishful thinking, I think Harold, Blade looks in a bad way!

Ref:……..6……………..7………………8…….

Brown and the Old man look delighted as the crowd try and will Blade up once again.

Ref:……….9………………10!

HA: DAMN IT! Now someone please get some help to Blade, fast!

Gangster Rap made me do it plays as Brown’s arm is held high by the old man. Down below, the referee makes an ‘X’ with his arms, summoning medical help for an unconscious, unresponsive Blade.

Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER, DEMARCUS BROWNNNNN!

HA: Ladies and Gentlemen, up until the end, we’d witnessed a classic, a back and forth, barbaric war between two men who despise each other!

Somehow, some way Blade looked like he’d got Brown beaten. But then, but then, well, see for yourselves, Brown’s gang connections, seemingly lead by that old man paid dividends! It’s not the first time Demarcus Brown has got out of jail!!

HE: It was a war, Harold, an absolute battle. It didn’t deserve to end that way, our ringside area has been wrecked, there’s blood everywhere and now,

Blade looks like he’s going to have to go to hospital due to Demarcus Brown and that gang of his!

HA: That’s it from us, folks, what a way to end! Thank you, every one of you for watching 6CW Retribution, make sure you tune into Anarchy, so we can witness the aftermath! GOOD NIGHT!!

Retribution ends with Brown and his gang staring down at a clearly injured Blade, who is being tended to by EMT’s. The final scene shows the gang helping Brown to the back.