6CW Anarchy Wednesday 28th August

6CW Anarchy Wednesday 28th August


Match One
UK Championship Tournament First Round

Liam Wood vs DeMarcus Brown

Match Two
UK Championship Tournament First Round

Mike Masters vs Jason Sparxz

*Max Adamson responds to last week’s interview with Gazzy D*

Match Three

Plague/Orthrus/Enforcer vs Jimmy Phillips/Jack Hurst/Robin Reborn

Match Four
UK Championship Tournament First Round

Blade vs Jonathan Daniels

Match Five
Non-Title match

Ojore vs Mike Conrad vs Marty Helms vs Thunder

Match Six
UK Championship Tournament First Round

Chaos vs Tyler Roth

*Update on Nate Nack*

Main Event

Liam Wood vs Vincent Costello
(If Costello wins he is added to the EWF Championship match at Ground Zero)

*Card subject to change*

6CW comes on air and the video package of Vincent Costello’s dramatic return to professional wrestling and first ever appearance on 6CW is replayed over the tron:

Allen and his camera crew move aside as The Viper pushes open the door to his locker room

LW: WHAT THE………………???????????????

The camera crew frantically scramble into the room, the room has been trashed. On the floor is a single red rose and daubed in red paint on the wall is a single word

RUN

DHL: Errrrrrrrrrm…. I’ve got a delivery for Liam Wood. Are you Liam Wood?

Wood shakes his head

LW: Can’t you see I’m busy. Can you not leave it in my locker room?

DHL: It needs to be signed for, security said I could just come and find you

LW: What kind of tin pot company is this………….. for god sake, give it here

The delivery guy hands over the package

DHL: Just sign here and here

Wood hands back the pen and starts to open the small box as the delivery guy walks out of a shot

As Wood lifts the lid off the box he stares for a second with a look of uncertainty on his face, the camera focuses on the box and shows that inside is a single red rose. Wood lifts the card from the box, upon it is written one word


RUN

The screen flickers into life; An empty prison cell can be seen, as the picture becomes clearer, a man dressed in an orange jump suit is shown with his back to the shot learning against the barred window of his cells, his hands clenched around the bars, he appears to be staring out into freedom across the prison yard. A deep southern accent begins to talk:

"When a man is deprived of his freedom it does something to him, it flicks a switch inside that can never be turned off, it lights a fire deep within the mans soul that can either burn him up from the inside out or explode like a viscous rage laying waste to everything that stands in his way."

The man inside the cell lets out a blood thirsty scream as he drops to his knees

The southern voice continues:

"You shouldn't try to understand what you can’t control, instead you should...

The camera spins round to the jump suited man now on his knees and shows his face...

Man: RUN

The screen goes black and the arena is now pitch black

HA: What in the hell was that

HE: You can hear a pin drop – Nobody in this arena is leaving, everybody is on the edge of their seats!!!!!

Wood is staring at the screen, a look of bemusement across his face. The screen flashes once more

HE: Oh my god, listen to that reaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The camera focuses on the screen; the fans are going crazy,

HA: He’s back, he’s here in 6CW and he has Liam Wood in his sights!!!!!!!!!!!


On the big screen appearing in bright writing with a red rose covered in thorns tangled around the writing are the words

COSTELLO’S LAW


HA: listen to the crowd, listen to the reaction!!!!!

Liam Wood stands facing the stage ushering Costello to show himself


HE: Where is he????????


The fans go crazy as Costello fly's out of the crowd and slides into the ring under the bottom rope; he quickly gets to his feet and begs the Viper to turn round,

HA: He hasn’t seen him, he’s behind you Liam!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wood slowly turns and as he does Costello cleans his clock with his trademark brass knuckles and lays Wood out cold in the middle of the ring.

HE: Wood is flat on his back. Vincent Costello is back in 6CW and he has knocked out the EWF Champion.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Costello lets out another blood curdling scream when out of the corner of his eye he spots the world title laying of the canvas, drawn to it like a magnet Costello grabs the gold and holds it close to his chest cradling it like a new born baby, he holds the strap to his cheek before snapping out the trance, he drops the title and pulls a single red rose out of his back pocket which he places on the motionless body of Liam Wood as Anarchy comes to a close.

As the video package ends the tron now shows the backstage interview area, the camera pans out and Vincent Costello can be seen standing in front of the 6CW logo mounted on the wall, half a smile breaks across his face and he begins to talk into the camera
.



Costello begins to sadistically laugh as the scene ends

As Viper stands displaying his belt, the lights in the arena fade out as the tron crackles into life.

The camera pans and settles over the shoulder of someone sitting in a chair watching an old TV. The picture seems to show someone climbing a ladder it eventually comes into focus and it is Diesel winning the first ever 6CW Heavyweight Title.

'So long, so many memories. What once was great and glorious is now just a shadow of it's former self. 6CW used to stand for something, but now it seems to be just another name. When once the best in the world came to show off their skill now it's just used for more and more wannabe's trying to get their shot somewhere bigger.

But it's not just about those in the ring, 6CW was an idea and that idea was something that everyone shared, from the boys in the back to the guys paying the cheques. But now that idea has been corrupted, it has been sullyed from what it originally was.

But no more.

It is time to show everyone what the original 6CW was about, time to show everyone just what happens when people mess with a vision.

The Original Original will show everyone just what it means to be 6-C-DUB!'

The video crackles and ends before the lights come back on in the arena.

*The action is backstage and the crowd are booing as Tyler Roth steps into view with Timothy Allen. Roth is dressed in a black vest, reading “Baddest man on the planet”, and a pair of jeans. His eyes are full of fury as he looks into the camera.

Timothy Allen: I am joined at this time by the self-proclaimed “baddest man on the planet”….Tyler Roth…

*Roth’s hand closes around the mic

Roth: Self proclaimed? If I didn’t know any better I would think that you were trying to say I hadn’t earned that moniker?

*Allen shakes his head

Roth: Because if you have any doubts, Tim, then I could alleviate them all, right now?

*Allen gulps as Roth’s eyes glint with menace

Roth: The same message should be sent far and wide to the members of the 6CW roster because this moment right here is the beginning of something very special…this is the start of a journey, the rise of a future professional wrestling hall of famer. Anything that went before this point means nothing…any event, any occurrence, any action is completely and utterly vanquished….because the past does not matter, but the future…..well you are looking at the future and I am telling you that pain and suffering is imminent.

Those who hold championship gold, anybody in a main event slot….they need to cling onto those spots with every last ounce of strength they have because I am going to take great pleasure in snapping every single bone in their hands as I prise their most cherished possessions from them…

Allen: Wednesday night at Anarchy we will see a re-match of last time out….you will go one on one with Chaos in a first round match of the newly created UK Championship. Last week you tasted defeat so what are you planning on doing differently to ensure that doesn’t happen again?

Roth: Did you listen to a word I just said? I just told you that the past means nothing, what happens from now on is all that matters. Last week against Chaos was a fluke, anybody with eyesight could see that….I dominated him and he stole victory from the jaws of defeat. But this week I am going to show you that lightning does not strike twice….there is no such thing as two lucky shots…..Chaos has had his chips….and on Wednesday I am going to force-feed them to him…

*The crowd boo as Roth cracks his neck and smiles

Roth: I look around the locker-room and I know everyone is underestimating me….they see me as “muscle”, they see me as a dumb, meat-head who has failed to get the job done everytime I have stepped up into the big time…..but this tournament for the UK Championship is my breakthrough moment…my opportunity to make a statement that will not be forgotten…

Because I know that there is nobody on this roster who can stand up to me and live to tell the tale….I know I am the most powerful, dangerous and dominant superstar currently plying his trade in this industry…but for too long I have allowed the beast inside to lay dormant….from Wednesday onward I am going to wake him up…..and when it begins, you are all going to wish you were anywhere else…

Allen: With the rise of The Authority in 6CW, fronted by Mr Jones and Drake Callihan….the rumours are swirling that it is only a matter of time before you are recruited to the group…would you be interested in re-kindling your partnership with Callihan?

Roth: From this point forward I am looking out for myself, I am looking out for number one and any decision I make will benefit me. If Drake wants to give me a call, if he thinks an alliance between myself and The Authority could be mutually beneficial then perhaps we will talk business….but if I have nothing to gain from that proposition then I will respectfully decline and forge my own path to greatness…

For a long time I was either held back by management or held back by peers and “allies” who were always trying to keep me down in order to further themselves….in CWA I was nothing but an afterthought, in EWF I was nothing but a FEAR bodyguard who was hired to finish fights that Alex Garcia’s mouth began…I was never allowed to develop myself into a star…the spotlight was never allowed to shine on me….but from now on, nobody else matters….it’s all about Tyler Roth!

*Roth’s muscular figure tightens as he flexes his huge biceps

Roth: There is no man built like me….possessing the natural abilities that I have….not one and that is what will set me apart when the time comes. Sure there are plenty of big men on this roster……many powerhouses….there are high-fliers and an assortment of technical masters….but not one of them can proclaim to possess each and every one of those attributes….but I can….because whether you like it or not, I am the total package and somewhere down the line….whether it be tomorrow, next week or next year…the top of that mountain is reserved for one man…..and here I stand!

*The crowd boo again

Roth: I will not hesitate to run roughshod over anyone and everyone because for too long have I been benched in favour of those who do not deserve to stand in my way….I don’t care how many bones I have to break, how much blood I have to spill….I will put every last superstar in this company on the shelf if I have to because I am going to get the respect that I deserve…

When I look at the pro-wrestling industry and I see the “names” at the top of the pile it makes me sick to my stomach…I am tired of being in this supporting-role….because not one of those “leading men” is fit to lace my boots….not one can even attempt to debate that they are equal to me…

I am a wild, untamable animal and for too long have I been trapped inside this cage….but not even wrought iron bars can keep me down any longer…..the stage is set….the doors are open for a new mega power and I intend on walking right through…

*Roth laughs

Roth: Let the games begin!

*Roth looks Allen up and down and then stares back into the camera with a fierce look on his face

Mike Masters is seen backstage, he walks over to the merchandise stand as he starts smirking. 6CW reporter, Timothy Allen who is accompanied by a camera crew quickly walks over to Mike Masters in hope for an interview.

TM: Masters can I get a quick...

MM: Before you utter another word, I'd like you to take a look at this.

TM: A look at what? All these great t-shirts?

MM: Listen, their's only one awesome t-shirt here, but anyway thats not the point. Look at it, look how all these t-shirts are arranged. Look at these top ones that are displayed, you see them?

TM: Yeah there Nate Nack's and Liam Wood's t-shirt, whats the problem?

MM: Whats the problem Tim? Only one person's t-shirt deserves on the top hanging out there and thats mine. I mean even the likes of Blade and GazzyD's t-shirt are higher and in a better position then mine and there has beens who I've defeated, may I say quite easily here in 6CW. And now Tim let me ask you, where's my t-shirt huh?

TM: Erm well...

MM: Oh you're struggling aren't you? Well let me help you, lets go right to the end of the table. Right at the end of the god damn table where not many people look, and took make things worse, it's next too Ronsters? I mean are these guys serious? Is that how much this company values me? On par with Ronster? The disrespect I get around here is unreal. Let me tell you something Timo, Mike Masters is gold, Mike Masters is money. I know it, you know it, the 6CW universe knows it. I get tweets, emails, letters all the time from fans saying how amazing my merchandise is yet 6CW still persists on not making me there number one seller.

TM: Well, the reason I came...

MM: Hold on, im not done! Here's another thing, I should be the face of this company. I mean, look at me. *Masters pulls out a mirror from his back pocket* Look at this masterful face, my god damn good look should be on the cover of everything here in 6CW. While all this should already be in place, its look like Im gonna have to work my way to the top. And its gonna start next week on Anarchy where I compete in a tournament to become the new UK Championship. So to my opponent, Jason Sparx, let me just give you a heads up. The UK audience will want me to win this tournament because, well they love me and they know it. I've been on a roll as of late, I mean victory after victory, I've been showing off to the world why Mike Masters is that damn good and Jason you will find that out for yourself.

MM: Timo, your look at the next UK Champion you here me. Now erm, what did you want to ask me?

TM: For an interview...

MM: Oh well, yeah I would have said no. But hey if you were Christy James, of course I woulda said yes. I mean, she's probably used to saying yes a lot herself. See ya around.

Mike Masters walks off to get ready for his match.

The cameras cut to one of the backstage dressing rooms; the room is lined with wooden benches and posters of the different 6CW superstars. The door to the room is then swung open and a grey gym bag comes flying across the shot bouncing off one of the walls onto the floor, DeMarcus Brown then walks into shot in his usual white attire. Brown is shouting furiously down the phone at somebody furiously, he slams the door shut behind him and begins to pace around the room continuing his conversation.

DB: What do you mean there is nothing left that you can do for me? There’s always something you just need to find the right angle attack.

DeMarcus paces still looking even more frustrated

DB: I refuse to accept that you have tried everything possible, the amount of money you are asking for, my case should be your top priority, you shouldn’t be sleeping at night until you have resolved my dispute, I was given your name as somebody who did everything for his clients and always got the outcome they wanted. So far I have to tell you I am less than satisfied with your workmanship, if you think I’m going to pay you any more money to sit on your behind twiddling your thumbs whilst I continue to suffer, unless you get the result I want don’t expect payment, don’t expect a single penny, I don’t think you understand just how close I am to firing you and finding somebody who can actually deliver on their promises.

DeMarcus stops and takes in a deep breath before punching the wall in frustration

DB: More time? How much time do you want, I told you I wanted a quick resolution and so far this has gone on longer than I already anticipated, If I have to stay with this company for a second longer I cant be held responsible for what my actions may be, do I make myself clear, either get me a resolution by the end of today or you best start looking for yourself a new client, I’ve just about had enough of your petulance, I want answer, do you understand?

DeMarcus waits for an answer

DB: I don’t want to hear you say you’ll try your best, I said do you understand?

DeMarcus pauses once more shortly before interrupting

DB: Good, now don’t even bother contacting me unless you have the news I want.

DeMarcus hangs up the phone and places it in his pocket, then lashes out with his foot at a nearby bench, stamping it in two. The door of the room is then opened once more and Christy James pops her head around the frame instantly regretting her decision at the sight of Brown, DeMarcus fires a look her way before greeting her with animosity.

DB: What do you want skank?

Christy smiles at DeMarcus which seems to frustrate him more

CJ: Im surprised the whole building isn’t on their way down here the amount of noise you were making, I was concerned somebody might be hurt until I saw it was you, now I wish I hadn’t have bothered, what’s the matter DeMarcus something not gone your way for a change? Disappointed your fists can’t resolve the issue for you? or are you just coming to the realisation that you mean nothing in this industry, compared to the likes of GazzyD or our new colleagues from EWF, didn’t work out for you so well last week did it.

DeMarcus screw up his face and stands angrily at Christy clenching his fists, he takes a step closer to Christy and her face changes form a smug look to one of fear.

DB: One more word, one more word from you and I will show you first hand just what I am capable of, don’t test my patience because one of these days I will snap and you will get what is coming to you. Don’t pretend that you know what is going on around here; you’re just some girl brought in off the streets to keep my former colleagues happy, something to do when we are on the road. If I was worth nothing do you really think this company would be fighting so hard to keep a hold of me, I’ve made it public knowledge that I want out, I’ve got people waiting with baited breath for me to give them the news that I am a free agent, lucrative contracts that others in this company could only dream of, 6CW cannot compete with what’s on the table, they know they have done wrong by me and our trying their hardest to make amends offering me title shots and much more. I’ve got news for them I’m not interested in what they have to offer, they can keep their UK championship, I don’t want my shot, I don’t want their money, I don’t want anything to do with them. I’ve got people working around the clock to secure my release, it’s only a matter of time, then I won’t have to put up with the likes of you, Yarmouth Blade, Jimmy Phillips, Liam Wood and certainly not Daniel Reilly, I’m worth ten of every other competitor in this company, yet find those less worthy getting all the plaudits, like I’m being held back because the people at the top are afraid for me to reach my full potential, they’re scared of what I may become and have taken the option to hold me back, to school the kids and the fading stars, I’m not prepared to be that guy and I don’t deserve to be that guy. The fact that you have the audacity to think that you can approach me is yet another sign of what is wrong with this company, 6CW has been back on the airwaves 8 months and already even their reporters are walking around like they own the world, the truth is they have not even scratched the surface, they are celebrating prematurely. The obnoxious Mr Jones and his foolhardy brother Drake Callihan think they have shocked the world into paying attention, when the world was already clambering to get a seat in the stand to see me, they have missed the best opportunity they had, had they allowed me to become what I was destined to be they would have more money they can shake a stick at, but they have blown it and now I will make that money for some other schmuck, a schmuck who knows real talent, now get the hell out of my airspace Christy or I will slam that door on your neck.

Christy quickly exits the shot closing the door behind her, DeMarcus then takes a seat on one of the benches and rubs the knuckle of the fist he punched the wall with before talking to himself.

DB: Remember DeMarcus remember where you came from and how far you have come, you are on the verge of greatness don’t let anything get in your way now when you are close to achieving your dreams, don’t begin to question your ability now, this is just a stumbling block, a setback even the best have them, what matters most is remaining positive don’t allow these people to drag you down to their level or they have won. Now get up and show them that you won’t accept anything less than you deserve.

DeMarcus rises to his feet a determined look on his face, he then picks up his bag from the floor and unzips it, he rummages around inside and pulls out an old photo frame, the camera zooms in on the picture of two small boys in vests and shorts and an older woman with her arms around them, DeMarcus touches his lips and then the woman in the photo and speaks once more to himself out loud

DB: I won’t be a failure like you

He Then places the photo back in the bag and re-zips it up, he throws the bag over his shoulder and then exits the room as the scene begins to fade.

The cameras fade in and are moving just into a huge barn. As they go through the doors that were left ajar, you can hear the clatter of chairs and "another!" screams out as a ring comes into view and we see a man sprint towards another, the latter holding a steel chair in his hand. In a second the chair smashes off the skull of the sprinting man and floors him.


We can see the man still standing as the ever sophisticated and suave Jack Hurst. 

Jack "You really think this helps you?" He holds out his hand and helps up the other man, who we now see as a busted open Robin Reborn.

RR "You see how many times I get up from this stuff in the ring, man? I can fall from heights, fly through furniture and bleed like a mutha*****; I still get up and put on a show."

Jack "I am quite a fan of technique and decorum myself young Master Reborn."

RR "You do what you do bro, but Robin Reborn is sick of this being the Wood's workshop or whatever they're calling the show these days. Between his big mouth and The Authority's dramatic proclamations this company needs some people to actually put on a show. Once that was down to, now its up to us."

Jack "Looks to me like they're feeding us to the brutes on Anarchy next week my dear boy. We'll do well to get a technical move from those lumps, let alone walk out of the match"

RR "Jack, Jackety, Jack-Jack. Look at me. If the smaller guys couldnt live with the bigger guys then I wouldnt be in this damn business. Not a wrestler in that locker room has taken that monster Ojore to the depths I took him. He werent no monster to me now man, his size didnt match my speed, his power didnt match my determination. Hell, I lost, but I lost taken risks, I didnt wanna roll him up and run away like some of those men did."

JH "No, Robin, we don't run, thats why you're an ally and a friend. But we're an afterthought right now in this business, even Blade just told the world you lost your match last week. No one can even remember when we win, Robin!"

Robin laughs "Man, thats just Blade, if he was sober I'd have been surprised. You've seen him with the camera when he's drunk, I'm just happy he got my name right!"

JH "The point remains. We have been thrown quite the task"

RR "This week its Orthrus, Plague and Enforcer. Aint none of them got nothing I fear. Two of them think they're supervillains with higher powers, and Enforcer is an old man in a younger world. He werent nothing way back when, and he certainly aint a scratch on this business nowadays. I want to take him down. The other two, they can stay in make believe, I want the old ego. The gun for hire."

JH "I envy your optimism"

RR "Hey, I am how I am. I've always been different. In school I made kids call me Jareth cos I loved Labyrinth so much. Hell, Halloween as David Bowie is quite the sight. As I grew older the legend of my fancy dress remained. The indy promotions from here to Japan all know me as Labyrinth. I'd get in that ring and I'd throw bombs on it."

JH "Well, Labyrinth, this week, this one's feeling like a straight 10 on the Richter scale, you know."


RR "You're about to see, Jack, what its like when you run with me. We about to set this place on fire, without a match or lighter. I predict riots, I predict chaos. And don't forget, we got Jimmy Phillips on this trip too. That boy got moves. You dont get called "The Talent" at 6'4 if you aint powerful and damn good. Jack, hes the power, I'm the anomaly, you're the style and technique. Those three animals aint got a brain cell in between em, we keep our eyes on the prize and they cant answer a damn question we ask em."


RR "Now, get the tables, its time to practice breaking wood in half..." 


Cameras fade

The scene opens with the camera panning around a deserted locker room when in steps Marty Helms with a smile on his face.

MH: This is beginning of a new Marty Helms, you see up to last week I had been on a bad run of constantly losing and it all started when I lost to Ronster. I lost to him by taking my eye off the ball and taking it to lightly thinking I was never in any trouble with a loser, a man who should never have been in a wrestling ring.

Helms starts to pace the locker room

MH: Now I have that winning feeling back and I don’t plan on giving it up any time soon. All of you losers will not know the feeling of being a winner, there is no feeling that comes close to being a winner and that is a feeling I want to keep. Coming up at the next Anarchy I face off against three opponents all of whom are new to me... granted I teamed up with Ojore in the 6 man tag at the last Anarchy and also faced off against Thunder in that very same match up. Then we add mike Conrad into the mix, a man I know absolutely nothing about other than he comes to us from EWF. I would like to introduce myself to you gentlemen as you will be aware I am Marty Helms and I am the last outlaw, I will be the man you will be losing to at Anarchy.... at Anarchy it will be LIGHTS OUT!!!!

Jack Hurst is in the corridors of 6CW, chatting to two beautiful young women quite casually, both the ladies entranced by his words...

JH "..you see ladies, it is all about technique. My dears, I am a well oiled machine, my brain is as powerful as these thunderous forearms. I can happily drop completely flat to the floor and hold my weight with one hand, even with the pressure of the fall."

Woman "Prove it, hunk"

JH "I thought you'd never ask"

Jack proceeds to lean and fall forward, only to catch his weight and stop the impact by pushing one hand against the floor. As he lands the two girls scream.

JH "Now, now, ladies. Your hero is perfectly fine."

Jack looks up to see two huge feet beside him. He jumps up to his feet to be faced by Ojore.

Ojore "Girls run away now, Ojore spare them if they move" The two girls flee in a panic.

JH "To what do I owe this pl--"

Ojore grabs Hurst by the throat and pins him against the wall.

O "Ojore does not forget when Ojore is wronged. You took a bad risk at the last silly little show. Ojore deal with you first, your friend the Robin has his punishment coming."

JH "I dont quite under--" Before he can finish, Ojore lifts Hurst into him and slams him down with the World's Strongest Slam.

At that moment Timothy Allen walks by, suddenly rooted in fear when he sees the carnage before him. 

O "Little microphone man. Message to deliver. Stand near Ojore and listen with your stick"

Allen moves towards him and holds out the mic

O "Tonight, Ojore hurts people. Those people will learn what happens when Ojore is not give respect."

Ojore turns to leave, but then whispers to Allen "Tonight, lightning strikes, but the Thunder is silent". 

The cameras fade with the groans of Hurst still audible.

As the camera nears a complete fade out, a clear throat clearing, sound can be heard. The camera quickly fades back in to the scene. There, leaning against the wall behind Ojore, is none other than Thunder.

Ojore pauses but doesn't turn to face Thunder. Thunder pushes himself off the wall and helps Jack to his feet. He makes sure Jack is able to stand on his own two feet and then returns his attention to Ojore.

Thunder
Typical Ojore, scaring people smaller than you, just to send a message of fear. Why don't you try that with someone your own size?

Thunder stands tall as he awaits Ojore's wrath.

Ojore remains still, not budging from his spot or turning to face Thunder.

Ojore "Your ego does not impress Ojore. You both the same to Ojore, do not think you are any better than him. Your fates remain the same, both will end crushed by Ojore tonight"

Thunder looks over his shoulder to Jack and gives him a look. Thunder then looks back at Ojore's back.

Thunder
Never said I thought I was better than you. Fact, you are better than me at hurting people. But, I am the better wrestler. Sooner or later, you and I will go one on one again. When the oncoming storm hits, we'll see which is better, anarchy or wrestling.

This time Ojore does turn to face Thunder. He laughs 


"Mr Hurst is a wrestler, Ojore is not. Ask him how it feels. You can win your silly matches, they are as important to Ojore as changes in weather. In Ojore's village, they dance for the rain. Even the children enjoy the storm. In Ojore language, you name Radi. *Ojore laughs again* your words betray you Radi. First the Robin, now the Radi. Ojore is done here."


Ojore turns his back to the two men and walks away out of sight, leaving Thunder and Hurst to their thoughts.

Thunder contemplates for a moment as he watches Ojore leave.

Thunder
Radi huh? I like it.

Thunder turns to face Jack.

[color=green]Thunder
Are you ok Jack? If you hurry you can still catch up with your lady friends.

Max Adamson is shown arriving backstage at the Copper Box Arena, with his bag over his shoulder and dark sunglasses on despite being indoors. He walks along the corridor until Timothy Allen stands in front of him, accompanied by a microphone and a camera man.

TA: Max Adamson, any chance of an interview?

Max: Where's Christy James?

TA: She's unavailable at the moment...

Max: Right-o.

(Adamson sighs, drops his bag to the floor, removes his sunglasses and rubs his eyes.)

Max: Fine. Ask away.

TA: A great return to 6CW for you two weeks ago as you defeated Alejandro Suarez. But the headline news last week regarding you were the words of GazzyD and his state of mind. What are your thoughts on that?

Max: Two things pal. One, I'm not really allowed to respond right here to that question, because I'm scheduled to do exactly that later on. But what you just said before that, I can respond to...

(Adamson adopts a more serious approach)

Max: What you said sums up exactly why I am back in 6CW. Exactly why I targeted Gazzy in the first place. While I was in that ring, doing what Max Adamson does, bringing down the house and eventually dominating and destroying and defeating Alejandro Suarez, people were talking about GazzyD's state of mind. His state of freakin' mind?! Who the hell cares about his state of mind? And if you and everyone else believes a word GazzyD has said, you're stupider than you look.

TA: How so?

Max: Do I have to spell it out to you? Really? Ok. Fine. I came back to 6CW because GazzyD stole the limelight from me. I came to take it back. I show 6CW what they were missing, and what happens? GazzyD steals my limelight with his pathetic attempt at attention. GazzyD is an attention seeker, and I will reveal on Anarchy what my full thoughts are on the situation. But it's convenient that interview was broadcast right before Max Adamson's second debut in 6CW. It's typical of Gazzy to try and steal my thunder. Gazzy, I won't allow that to happen. I cannot allow that to happen. Just make sure you're tuned in when I speak in that very ring Gazzy. Make sure you listen. More than listen, make sure you hear every single word I say. Interview over.

(Adamson picks up his bag and pushes past Timothy Allen and his cameraman)

As Timothy Allen is stood there a monitor behind him turns on, the camera zooms in to see a man bathed is shadow staring at a picture of gazzyD holding up the 6cw championship.

'The past is something that should be churished, remembered and honoured.

This mockery of 6cw that is currently on display spits on that past.

People such as gazzyD put his heart and soul into the company and how is he repaid, like he is some rejected has been that cant cut it anymore.

I remember a time when gazzyD was the future of professional wrestling.

I remember a time when people would flock to arenas to see him and only him.

I remember a time when I asked him to put his heart and soul on the line for this company and he did just that.

6cw as we know it no longer exists, but it shall again for that is my word and my word is.......

Hmm..... Never mind'

The screen fades out as the camera shows Timothy Allen looking confused.

The scene starts with Oliver Baker talking to Jonathan Daniels pacing the locker room.
OB: Look, last week was a blot on your path to the top all the greats suffer a loss sooner or later it just happened that yours was in your debut match.

JD: I know that Oliver but after dominating like that how did I manage to lose that match I am Mr. Perfection and that was not perfect! That was a travesty… that was imperfection, something I don’t do Oliver. To Robin Reborn I say this you got lucky last time but if and when our paths cross again you will suffer at my hands, I will make you pay for the imperfections that you caused.

OB: Jonathan let's just forget hat and look forward. We can get you back on track this week when you face off with Blade. Blade has not won for a long time and if you dominate like I know you will this one is in the bag. He can't match you in that ring. Your stronger, your smarter hell you're Mr. Perfection and he's a nobody on your path to greatness.

JD: You know something Oliver, your right Blade is a nobody in this business and it is time that I take out the trash, it is time to rid this business of the imperfections that hold people like me back; it is time for Mr. Perfection to rise to the top and to dominate this business like only I can. I want you to remember that I am PERFECT!!! And you are not.

Daniels walks out of view of the camera laughing with Oliver Baker following him out of view.

The scene begins as roving 6cw reporter Timothy Allen can be seen walking backstage at the Cooper Box, he’s followed by a cameraman and crew and he seems to be in a hurry.

TA: Ladies and gentlemen I have just got word that Vincent Costello is in the building and making his way towards the locker room in preparation for his match in tonight’s main event against EWF world champion Liam Wood. Let’s try and catch him for a few words

Allen and the crew begin to pick up pace as they start to run down the hall towards the locker room area.

TA: Look there he is…Vincent can we get a get quick word please?

Costello stops half way through the door and looks Allan square in the face with a look of utter distain.

VC: Make it quick Jack; I’ve got things to do.

TA: Your return last week shocked the wrestling world and you targeted your old enemy EWF champion Liam Wood, what are your thoughts on The Viper?

VC: You wanna know my thoughts on Liam Wood? Well Wood is like a dog that’s all bark and no bite; he runs his mouth telling anyone who’ll listen how good he is, how he’s the best in the world, how he’s starting a legacy. And all I hear is blah blah blah, you know jack when I see some bite then maybe just maybe I’ll start to believe what the so called viper has to say. You see I can smell BS a mile away and Liam Wood sinks of it, his foul stench of self-importance and self-publication stinks up this city worse than the rats in your subway.

I don’t know what’s worse having to watch Wood parade around 6CW with my world title, a title that I never lost or having to spend another day in this hell hole that is London, you see LA wasn’t New York but it was ok, hot weather, beautiful beaches and the women… but London…the weather sucks, it constantly rains, the city stinks and the woman are fat, ugly pigs (the crowd begin to boo loudly as Costello laughs under his breath).

Now every action has a reaction, for every wrong there must be a right, cause and effect…You wanna strut around this stinking city spouting your garbage then I’m gonna hit ya and I mean really hit ya and all of a sudden that big puffed out, ridiculously tattooed chest of yours is gonna  crumble, that bravado is gonna evaporate and that ego of yours is gonna be irreplaceably shattered. Your gonna wanna go home, lock the doors, close the drapes and hide, because as soon as I REALLY hit ya your gonna instantly know why you cant ever beat me.

One piece of advice from me to you, and I strongly recommend that you listen Viper…RUN

Now if you don’t mind I’ve got things to do

Costello slams the door and can be heard sadistically laughing as the scene ends.