6CW Anarchy Friday 28th June

6CW Anarchy - Friday 28th June Live from the Copper Box Arena


*Contract signing for Andrews vs Jones 6CW Ownership match*

Match One

The Ronster/Alejandro Suarez vs Deep Heat/Marty Helms

Match Two

The Joker - Triple Threat Open Challenge 

Match Three

Gazzy D vs Orthrus

Main Event

Jack Hurst/Blade/Nate Nack vs Daniel Reilly/Mike Masters/DeMarcus Brown

A cameraman is running backstage right after the latest Anarchy show. Out of the picture, he can hear voices yelling.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was trying to help you, Nate! He was about to put you through that mat and I stopped him!”

“Yeah, well you also stopped the ref from getting to my three-count.”

He rounds a corner and sees Nate and Emma standing outside of a dressing room door. Carefully, he positions himself and keeps out of sight as best as he can.

“Nate, everything I've done has been to help you. I want you to succeed just as bad as you do.”

“Then why did you get involved? This is my problem and it's my fight.”

“And it's our future! You think you're alone it this? I have been here with you from the start! I've been fighting to get you these matches! I've been in that office every week pleading your case.”

“You've been talking to Andrews? Is that what you've been doing? I knew something was up when Jones said something.”

“Nate, I know you think you've got to prove all of this to me, and I don't know if it's because things have been so easy in the past, or if you think you've got to prove yourself to my or my family, or even to yourself, but I'm here for you, and I'm sorry about tonight.”

“You'd damn well better be! I had a shot at Orthrus for the Beachfront Brawl. That was it, and now that's all gone up in smoke. I'll be lucky to get even get a match at this point.”

Nate turns around and puts a hand on the wall. Emma looks down dejectedly, then steps forward.

“Nate, I said I'm sorry. Look, I'll help. I'll talk to—”

“No!”

Nate slams a hand on the wall and turns around, pointing a finger at Emma.

“You know what the problem here is? You don't think I can do it. You don't think I stand a chance unless you butt in. I don't need your help, I don't need your pity, I don't need any of it. This is my fight. Plague and Orthrus have been a thorn in my side since the beginning and I'm going to see to it that they finally get what they deserve. Them, Grant, and anyone else that wants a piece of me. It's me against them, and that's the way it is.”

Furious, Emma stands straight and clenches her fist by her side.

“Fine! You don't need me? Then good luck on your own. You want a fight at the Beachfront Brawl? You earn it yourself. And you know what? You won't have to worry about me. I won't even bother showing up next week. Or from here on out. You want someone there at ringside? You'd better find someone new. And don't you even think about coming home tonight.”

“You're kicking me out? You're kicking me out of my apartment?”

“You've got plenty of friends here. I'm sure you can figure something out.”

Emma storms out of the hallway, leaving Nate stunned at his dressing room door. After a moment, he shakes his head and rubs his temples.

“Great, Nate. Just mighty, mighty great.”

'Broken Dreams' blasts from the speakers and the arena descends into huge boo's as Daniel Reilly slowly strolls out from the back and stares around the booing arena, wearing a 'World's Most Dangerous' t-shirt. He does a sly smirk before slowly walking towards the ring, ignoring the fans around him. He rolls into the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper and stares around as his music dies and the fan's boos grow louder.

DR: "Isn't it ironic that all you so called fans have the nerve to boo me each and every week, and yet without me, you wouldn't be sat in them chairs you are currently sat in? Isn't it funny that had it not been for me, this company would of been dead and gone three years ago when the financial difficulties hit?

"Whether you hate it or love it, you can not run from the fact that I solely saved this business when it was on his last breathe! It was me who with me talent brought in ticket sales and huge merchandise sales. I saved 6CW!

"I don't need 6CW, 6CW needs me! And so when they came running back to me asking me to take part in this new era of 6CW, a new beginning, I knew that I would come back, and add a third 6CW Championship to the collection I already have. I knew that I would be treated with the respect that I earned. I am a 6CW Legend, I have won more World Titles then everyone in the back! The majority of idiots backstage can't say they have been the 6CW TV Champion, let alone a two time 6CW TV Champion! And who of them nobodies in the back can say they won the 6CW Tag Team Championship,and then led the greatest stable in Revolution to two more Tag Team Titles? Me! That's who!

"And yet I have been treated like a newcomer! I am the best wrestler in the game, I talk the talk and then I walk it. So the fact I'm not main eventing week in, week out makes me sick to the stomach! The fact that some of the amateurs here are being touted as possible 6CW Champions makes me doubt whether this is the force it once was. Back in the old 6CW, not one of these so called stars would of lasted more then a week!

"But things are changing! Every single person here thought I was on the ropes, they thought I was on my way out. But I'm back! Anonymous got involved in my business, and now Anonymous has a nice little 'L' chalked into his W/L record, curtsey of yours truly. You see Anonymous, no matter what you go on to achieve, I will always be the man who presented you with your first loss, and shall our paths meet once more, I will be honoured to present you with more.

"And then came my win last week against GazzyD. Now I'd be lying if I was to say I'm proud of that win. That win means nothing to me as I know I'm better then GazzyD, I've always known it, I've always said it, and for the millionth time, I beat him 1-2-3, thank you!

"But now you have my attention 6CW. The chance to become 6CW Champion is back here, and I am ready to take my place back on my throne. I mean look at it, who in the back can match me talent wise?

"I began my path to the 6CW Championship with wins against Anonymous and GazzyD, and now Nate Nack, Jack Hurst and Blade will be the next three names on my hit list. 

"Let's talk facts, Nate Nack is a mess. He isn't fit to be here. You see, it seems like you're having girl problems, Nate. Maybe I should test how much Emma really means to you by putting her to sleep with an RKO. Wouldn't it be a shame if that was to happen during our match, do you have the nerve to keep your head in the game, and win? I doubt you do! If you can't handle the timidiness of Edward Plague and Orthrus, then you have no chance against me!

"And Jack Hurst? A man who walks around like his royalty? Jack, I was King long before you made your name, and I will gladly rip that throne right off your skull if you think you can step in the ring with me and leave a victor. You may be afraid to get your hands dirty, but you're going to have to dig deep down into the dirt to even stand a chance of lasting a minute in that ring with me!

"And now Blade? One word; embarrassment! Each and every week you come out and talk crap about how you love the fans and you fight for them! I mean really? 'I'm Blade, and I love you all and 6CW is in my blood, and I bleed for you all and I dedicate my wins to you!' You're pathetic and I'm going to show the world that you don't deserve to be here!

"You're spending every week taking beatings from men who wouldn't last a second against the World's Most Dangerous wrestler. Our match shouldn't be a main event, as it's going to be a 5 minute affair, if that. Blade, you don't deserve main event status, but now that you're in the main event, I'm going to show the world how basic you really are!"

Suddenly the arena burst's into huge cheers as I don't car about you rages out of the arena speakers and Red and white pyrotechnic's shoots of into the rafters the cheers gets even louder when Blade comes out onto the stage Reilly is pacing back wards and forwards in the ring Blade then walks down the ramp tagging the fans as he goes and then slides under the bottom rope and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer Blade takes in the ovation from the crowd before the music stops and the crowd settles down.

Blade: Well, Well, Well if it isn't our beloved Danial Reilly how the hell are ya son, Scratch that know one gives a monkeys on how you feel or what you say.


The crowd in the arena cheers for Blade as Reilly carries on pacing back and forth.

Blade: Oh look, Big bad Reilly is getting mad may be I should run away and hide and hope you don't find me, Ha not a chance Reilly you are just not in the same league as me people don't come to see you and only you they come to see all of us who put sweat blood and tears into this great company and if you don't like why don't ya just get the hell out of here.


The crowd cheers for Blade as Reilly stands still giving Blade the eye ball.

Blade: You are so far up your own ass that you can only see the brown stuff that's on the end of your nose, Yeah sure you have won the world championship twice before but really do you honestly think that you could win an other one when I'm gonna get there first and beat ya too it kid and I will be the first 6CW champion in the new era and you just don't like the sound of that do you?


The crowd start the 6c-Dub chant.

Blade: Your banging on about my team mates and what they have going on for them in the back ground but have you thought about your team mates Reilly have you really thought it through?


I mean first we have got Mike Masters the guy that got turned down last week by MR Andrews and a man that thinks hes gods gift to women but really they all look away and vomit and the only man the women are after these days are Big Ron who would have know problem putting your ass to the mat cos Ron is the best think to happen to 6CW.


The crowd chants Ronster's name as Reilly starts to get mad.

Blade: And then we have good old Brownie boy did he enjoy me taking his pal to town last week you see Brownie boy you thought that I couldn't fight but boy where you wrong and at Beach Front Brawl am gonna kick your ass from pillar to post in that steel cage knowing that it will be you and me in that ring coz I know for sure that you do not want any of me before then in this tag match tonight cos I will kick your ass.


So Reilly it will look like that you will be on your own mate Masters and Brown will have there problems and you will be left on your own pal and don't you dare say that you could take all three of us on cos you wouldn't last five minutes in this ring fella cos we are gonna beat your ass.


The crowd cheers loudly as Blade and Reilly stare each other in the ring.

The crowd are going wild for Blade, as he and Daniel Reilly continue there stare off. Reilly then begins to smirk and Blade looks at him in a wary way.

DR: "Now isn't this predictable, the fish bites at the bait! You see, Blade, you've just proved everything I've said about you is right, I've just trash talked three men, and the only one to come running out is good old Blade. Now whilst you may come and say that it's heroic, you're only out here to suck up to these fans in the hope of gaining a few cheers to convince you that you actually mean something, because you've spent your whole life being the nobody that I know you are.

"Now you've either had too many knocks on the head after your one too many beatings you've received lately, or you really are as stupid as you look if you think you have more chance of winning a 6CW Championship then I have. You see, it's all very well saying my Championship wins were in the old 6CW and that you will win it first here, but correct me if I'm wrong, but I seem to recall you were a part of the old 6CW, isn't that so Yarmouth Blade?

"And so forgive me, Yarmouth, but I can't help but laugh at the claims you've made. You weren't on my level back then, you aren't on my level now, what makes you think you have more chance of winning the 6CW Championship now when you couldn't stop me before? 

"I could reel off a list of better men then you who have tried and failed. Dicey Reilly, Perfect Jack, Median, Ryan Rose, Cobra, all better and more talented men who couldn't stop me steam rolling my way to two 6CW Championships and making me the face of this business! You couldn't stop me then, why would you be able to now?

"But you are right in some things you say, Blade, you are right, we aren't in the same league. You see, you have a hell of a lot of work to do to get into my league! You bring Ron up and in my one sided demolition of him will prove to be more of a fight to me then if me and you were to face off, you aren't a worry to me, and I'll be damned if I let you become Champion before me.

"You say I'm going to be on my own but I have confidence that Brown and Masters will be unable to resist the temptation to kick the ass of 6CW's resident whipping boy, because that's all you really are, aren't you, Blade? You're just an easy chance to gain a win, an embarrassment who would come out here and run around this ring in a dress if the fans asked for it.

"And what if the fans bore of you, Blade? Would you retire for them? These fans will be your downfall, I'm not at the top of the mountain because I cared for the fans, I'm at the top because I care for myself, maybe you will achieve something in life if you take your nose away from their asses, and think for yourself you puppet!"

Adam and the Ants' "Prince Charming" hits and the crowd pop for the Gentleman of 6CW as Jack Hurst saunters onto the ramp with a mic in hand

Harold Lloyd: "Well, well, well, another of the men in tonights main event has decided to grace us with his presence"

Henry: "Grace us indeed, the classiest man in wrestling very rarely makes his presence known until the bell rings, but clearly tonight Prince Charming wants a piece of the action early on"

Jack "Ladies and Gentleman, children and fellow competitors, it seems we have quite the ruckus stirring here. Mr Reilly, sorry, sorry Master Reilly, you're not quite a man yet at your age, must you insist on being so abrasive? 

I understand, of course, this reluctance to merely talk to Blade *The crowd cheers at the mere mention of Blade's name so Hurst pauses* talk to my teammate here like a man. Jealousy can be a cruel mistress to tame. Blade *the cheers start again* Now really folks, he knows you love him. You couldnt get that reception if we filled this arena with your mother, all 44 of your prospective fathers and all 15 of the kids you have fathered but never met and gave them all megaphones. 

Yourself, that foolish master of nothing and that belligerent oaf DeMerry Brown Queen of San Jose, all of you are outmatched tonight. Not one of you can carry a torch to the technique, guile and power of Nate Nack, Blade and myself. The glories bestowed upon us by this wonderful crowd are not through fancied favour, alas it is because we come out here and beat down pigs like you with a flair your soon broken teeth do not even deserve."

"And word to the wise Daniel. I would think it daft to have turned your back on my chum Blade. Its safe to say he doesnt much like you"

The cameras begin to roll in the backstage area we can see Tim Allen stood in front of a huge banner advertising Beachfront Brawl, Tim has a microphone in hand and is looking directly at the camera he then lifts the microphone to in front of his mouth and begins to address the 6CW universe.

TA: Ladies and gentlemen we are weeks away from arguably 6CWs biggest PPV since its rebirth and already it shaping up as the show of the summer, an event not to missed, I’ve sure already booked my ticket and personally can’t wait. Not only will we be crowning our very first 6CW champion but there will be many more matches that will amaze you, none bigger than the final match of the trilogy between Blade and Brown all taking place in a steel cage. At this moment in time I am joined by none other than DeMarcus Brown.

Brown swaggers onto the set and looks Tim Allen up and down, he then grunts and turns to face the camera only his eyes visible the rest covered by the white bandanna. Allen turns to face Brown and holds out his hand to shake, Brown looks down at the hand then back into the eyes of Allen and shakes his head, Allen then uncomfortable moves his hand back to his side before looking nervously at the camera.

TA: At Beachfront Brawl DeMarcus you will once more engage in battle with Yarmouth Blade any early predictions?

DeMarcus lifts his hand up to his face and lowers the bandanna, revealing a snarl on his face

DB: I have one prediction for you Tim and that is PAIN, Yarmouth Blade has crossed a line before I beat him for fun and left him a worthless bag of bones on the canvas, on the concrete, in the back, there isn’t a place I haven’t left that man licking his wounds, if he wants to add a Steel cage to that list I will more than oblige. I could cope with your lack of respect for me Blade because quite frankly you opinion doesn’t matter to me, the way I see it your only here to make up the numbers and pick up one last paycheck before your forgotten, I must admit Blade I didn’t expect this level of stupidity from any human being, you don’t walk into White Hood territory and start causing trouble, no Blade I can deal with you disrespecting my honour but to disrespect the hoods is an act of war. You want a war Blade your about to get one, if you think what has transgressed has been tough for you to take, that has nothing on what we now have ins tore for you, we will move mountains to make you suffer Blade, if you think that steel structure will somehow keep the hounds at bay your mistaken, there are so many guys crying out for your blood Blade, I am damn sure am going to deliver it, there’s no escaping this now Blade we will not relent until you are a broken man by not doing so would show weakness, the White Hoods are anything but weak. You keep asking for these matches Blade and every time it ends up with you on your pathetic ass, you need to just face the fact Blade and get over yourself, you don’t have the talent or the skill to be in the same ring as me, actions speak louder than words Blade do you really think anybody is even giving you a chance against me this time, they may cheer you, but even they know the Ronster would stand more of a better chance against me. Pain Tim that is my prediction Pain, if it came down to the choice of winning the match or causing Blade insufferable agony Tim I wouldn’t think twice, because unlike you Blade regardless of what happens I am the fastest rising star in this industry, I have a long future ahead of me, whereas all that is left for you Blade is an unmarked grave.

DeMarcus then scowls and turns to Tim Allen who has fearful look on his face

TA: Thanks for that insight, Of course you face Blade again this week in the main event, but are joined by several others as management have set up a huge six man tagmatch, will you be hoping for a win to build momentum?

DeMarcus laughs aloud which startles Tim, before returning to more subdued look.
DB: There’s no hoping about it Tim, that suggests there is doubt, I can ensure you come Friday all you will see is a repeat of dominance from myself and yet another victory, there I nobody my equal on this company, not any of my opponents, not any man on my team, not any man in the locker rooms. Not arrogance just fact Tim, so I do not need to hope and pray like the others, because in this company I am a god.

DeMarcus then takes a step forward and raises his hands in the air, he then lifts up his bandanna so his face is once again covered before walking off set.

TA: There you go folks you heard it from the man himself, DeMarcus smells the scent of blood and I certainly won’t be getting in his way. I hope you will all tune in Friday.
The scene then begins to fade out

Daniel Reilly stares up the ramp towards Jack Hurst with a look of intruge on his face before he pulls off a trademark smirk.

DR: "Now I knew Blade here was stupid enough to come out and interrupt me, but your manner of speaking nearly had me fooled into thinking that maybe you had a few more brain cells then Yarmouth over here, however, it seems I am wrong.

"Now I know full well that you know all about me, but as you seem to think that a match against me gives you a reason to speak to me, then allow me to recap. I am Daniel Reilly, I am the best wrestler in this company, and I am the difference between you having a long career, or a short one.

"I hold more 6CW Championships then every man or woman to of ever walked through them doors, and you'll do better next time to not come out and run your mouth to me. Your theory of my jealousy of Yarmouth Blade here is almost as embarrassing as Blade himself. Why would I crave to be a bumbling, brain dead, talentless, moron? I mean no offence Blade, but I'm quite bored of seeing you take beatings each and every show, whilst you attempt to fight back in a feeble attempt to show that you have heart. Heart can only get you so far, your lack of talent will be your downfall.

"But Jack, I look forward to facing you at Anarchy, this whole gentleman thing you have going on will have to be put to the side for our match as manners against me will get you eaten alive. You are getting in the ring with the most dangerous man in wrestling, you are entering my ring, my war zone!

"And as for turning my back on Blade here? I've stood with my back to far more superior men, and yet here I stand, still running my mouth and yet backing it up each and every week!"

Mike Masters is seen backstage on the phone where he is on the phone.

MM: Babe, babe would you let me talk? Look I didn't know that was your sister? What do you mean that's not the point? You know what you listen, someone as good looking as me can do what I want alright? Yeah well deal with it, see you around.

Masters looks behind him and notices the cameraman. 

MM: Were you easedropping? Wait you're not my cameraman, hold on I'll deal with you in a minute.

Masters goes on his twitter app and tweets, "Hey Jackass, get your ass here and do your job @Mastersservant

Masters then swiftly sucker punches the cameraman across the face, as Masters personal cameraman comes immediately.

MM: What took you so long? Anyway lets address the 6CW universe, starting with this past Anarchy. Yeah I got screwed. I won the damn match. Since when do referee's asks for replays on the big screen, what is this cricket? The match should never have been restarted and the ref should have lived with his mistake but no. Now because of this screwjob, I have to start as the number one entrant of the Ruler of the Ring.

MM: And does my Anarchy nightmare stop there? No. Dean Andrews, one of the managers around here tries to mock me, tries to embarass me, tried to belittle me? I mean come on, Im Mike freaking Masters, Perfection sums me up! If you don't want me in your team, if you don't want to gain all the bragging rights at Beachfront Brawl, suit yourself, because without Mike Masters, you're gonna fail at the Pay Per View and i'll just laugh.

MM: But people can continue laughing and mocking Masters, but I know very well its jealously. This week on Anarchy, im gonna show what a threat I will be in the Ruler of the Ring match when I guide my team of Reily and Brown to victory because I am that damn good!

Masters signals for his cameraman to go away not before giving a smirk and a wipe of his hair to the camera.

"Oh Reilly, the complexities of humankind continue to baffle you don't they? My words were of you but my conversation was with Blade."

"A test, a test to see how a man of Yarmouth would react when a cheap shot presented itself. I needn't test you on anything Daniel, the results always disappoint. I know more about our hero Blade than I did 5 minutes ago. Sadly, you remained the same. Trapped in the past, too scared of what you are now and what you will become. I once rode Frankel my lad, I am no champion jockey, you once wore gold, but you are no champion."

"Blade, Daniel, I will see you in that ring later tonight. Until then, no fisticuffs please gents" Prince Charming hits and Hurst is gone.

The cameras comes into focus and all we can hear in the blurred vision is Glenn Frey's "The Heat Is On" before we finally see the man who has been attacking The Ronster. Christy James is seen down the corridor practicing some lines to camera.

"Miss James, Miss James, you are exactly the woman Deep Heat has been looking for. In fact, we had quite the conversation earlier until I realised it Tim Allen just looked rather feminine."

CJ: "Urmmmm, ok?"

DH "Wait wait!" The chorus finishes and "WOAH OH OH OH...THE HEAT IS ON" plays and Heat turns off his iphone.

DH "Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?"

CJ "You came to me"

DH "Probably cos you asked me, nothing around this guy happens without a reas...oh dear, this isnt my phone, I did find it odd mother answered my calls, shes been dead for some time"

CJ "..." Christy has her mouth open in awe. Deep Heat pops a finger in and boasts "Yawn r***!"

DH "That wont be the last time I get my way in I'm sure my lady"

CJ "You are disgusting!"

DH "Tell me, how does a man ever get a bra off when women are so into kicking guys in the junk? You are kinky things."

CJ "I..."

DH "Enough flirting James, my match is tonight and I have been working on some key moves. My trainer told me about the 'reversal' and frankly I think Suarez will be baffled by it, hes probably not been learning any moves for years. These Mexicans have cleaning jobs to do and English to barely learn. Tonight, I plan to completely pin the hell out of Ronster. Then that ginger turd will see I am the best veteran in this business and he can go back to his fat wife. Goodbye you frisky devil." Heat walks straight off into the camera, falling over and starts to cry as the cameras fade.