6CW Anarchy Results Wednesday 29th October 2014

*A plush interview room is set up, Brian who is sat facing JJ Johnson is wearing blue chinos and dirty sneakers and a faded red flash t shirt, he shuffles his interview cards nervously as Johnson fixes his microphone to his shirt

JJ: Don’t be scared. Nothing to worry about now. You a professional

*Brian smiles

B: JJ – A g-g-g-g-g-great opportunity to really make waves in a t-t-t-t-t-t-title scene at Anarchy?

JJ: It’s definitely come as a surprise to tell you the truth. I came to 6CW with no expectations; it was all about proving something to myself. I had no grand plan, I didn’t even know if I could do this anymore, but you know what after Night of Glory I think I showed the world that JJ Johnson still has plenty to offer.

I may not have come to this company with gold in mind but I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I don’t want this opportunity, that I don’t think I can still offer something at the highest level

JJ Johnson still got plenty left in the tank and if the millions and millions want JJ to keep on throwing down night after night then who am I to argue?

B: And what about you op-op-op-op-op-opponents on Anarchy

*JJ smiles

JJ: It’s gonna be tough B – I’ll not sugar coat things

Black, Dubois they are both legends in their own right. I may not like what they do or how they go about their business but you’ve gotta respect what they can do in that ring

B: And G-G-G-G-G-Grace?

*JJ rubs his lips

JJ: Me and him gotta lot in common, we both live in similar worlds but we at different ends of the spectrum. Grace is a big deal in Hollywood but he’s still finding his feet in 6CW……… sure he’s had a few good wins in his short time here and the fans they seem to really like him. I know you like him B, but that’s where the similarities end and I’ll tell him the same thing I’ll tell the rest of ya’ll

At Anarchy JJ Johnson is coming to fight, it doesn’t matter if I’m faced with one, two, three men hell the whole of the damn COG army ......fighting was what I was born to do and I am damn good at it....

So Jackson, Pepe le Peu and Mr. Hollywood, you bring everything you got but remember this......everything isn't enough when you are facing JJ Johnson...

*Brian is smiling as the video ends

*The footage plays and the scene once again begins in the interview room seen previously. Brian is still sat surrounded by his camera crew there is an empty chair opposite.

*A media assistant crouches by Brian and whispers into his ear.Brian shrugs his shoulders

B: F-f-f-f-f-f fine by me

*The light on the camera flashes red and Brian clears his throat

B: Welcome b-b-b-b-back. Right now I should be speaking to J-j-j-j-j-Jackson B-b-b-b-Black but I have just this minute been informed that J-j-j-j-j-Jackson wont be joining me th-th-th-this evening

I do have this prepared statement just h-h-h-h-handed to me but seeing as J-j-j-Jackson couldn’t be b-b-b-b-bothered to attend today. I can’t be bothered to read out the s-s-s-s-statement

*Brian rips up the piece of paper to gasps from the crew

B: C-c-c-c-coffee?

*The footage ends and returns to ringside

*The footage rolls and Brian is sat in the interview room opposite Anthony Grace. Grace is wearing a smart blue suit; his pristine white shirt is opened to just below the neck and a white handkerchief sits in the breast pocket

AG: Brian, great to see you. A question for you if I can?

*Brian appears a little taken aback

AG: Don’t worry. I would like to use you to gauge the mood of a generation if you will. I have been meeting with a number of Hollywood writers and directors this past week and they want me to diversify, they are telling me that people don’t want to watch films about comic book heroes any more. What do you think?

*Brian looks around at his crew for guidance

AG: There is no right or wrong answer I just wanted to get your opinion?

*Brian smiles wistfully

B: I-i-i-i-i- I love films. I l-l-l-l-love getting lost in a story but for me and for mi-mi-mi-millions of others, we all dream of having s–s-s-s-superpowers, that dream it never gets old, it will never g-g-g-g-go away.

And that’s the m-m-m-m-magic of Marvel and DC. They inspire us all; they sh-sh-sh-sh-show us how the ordinary man can be g-g-g-g-great, how anything is possible if you b-b-b-b-believe

*Grace nods

AG: Believe to achieve

*Brian smiles

B: was that ok?

AG: Perfect Brian, now your turn. Fire away

*Brian smiles

B: A big chance on A-A-A-A-Anarchy. How would you sum up your t-t-t-time in 6CW so far?

*Grace smiles

AG: Firstly let me say that I came to 6CW with no preconceptions. I understood the mutual benefits any arrangement could bring but I didn’t expect or insist on any preferential treatment. It’s not who I am it’s not how I do business. I give 100% on everything I do and this is no different

I know how hard an industry this is to break into let alone get to the top in. I am grateful for the opportunity Daniel and Dean have given me but I would not take advantage of our friendship and I would not expect the great fans to cut me some slack until I had proved to them I deserved to be here. I have big shoes to fill following some of the 6CW greats but I don’t see that as daunting, it excites me Brian, being here, in 6CW, it drives you on to want to be the best, the standard is so high it can only bring the best out of you

And on that note I think I have surprised a few people in my time here. I’m not silly enough to expect that I would have been welcomed with open arms by all, I have to prove myself. I know there are people who still feel I should go back to Hollywood but that just pushes me on even more

I believe I am destined for great things here. I believe I can achieve at the highest level and Wednesday night is a great opportunity to prove this. I’m not under estimating my opponents and I know we have had cross word this week but that’s what happens at this level of the game so by the same token I don’t expect them to dismiss my chances. I respect everything they have achieved but I am determined to reach the very top and Wednesday is the first step on that road Brian

And with the power of the COG’s pushing me on I believe I can achieve that goal

B: T-t-t-thankyou for joining me tonight Anthony

*Grace nods and stands to shake Brian’s hand

AG: A pleasure as always Brian

The footage ends and the scene returns to ringside. Henry has a mouthful of biscuits

*The footage starts, Brian is sat opposite a relaxed Jerome Dubois who in his right hand is a half smoked cigarette and in his left what appears to be a glass of brandy. Dubois takes a sip from the glass followed by a drag of his cigarette. Brian coughs and a male assistant appears with a hotel concierge

Assistant: I’m sorry Mister Dubois but you cannot smoke on these premises

*Dubois rolls his eyes and takes another draw

Con: I must insist or we will phone security and have you ejected from the hotel. We are a high class establishment of faultless repute; we cannot be seen to be flouting the law for celebrities, regardless of who they are

*Dubois finishes his drink and stands

JD: Zis is an outrage; you are breaking my human rights with this nonsense. I am La Phenomene. I am not just anyone. I bet JJ Johnson did not get treated in this way

Zis is racism because I am French. Pah. It is disgusting

CON: I assure you that everyone, absolutely everyone is treated in the same manner, without prejudice

JD: Pathetic!!!!!!

*Dubois takes one more drag from his cigarette and then stubs the cigarette butt into the concierges forehead, the concierge screams out in pain, Dubois smashes the glass over his head and the concierge falls to the ground. As 6CW staff rush to his aid Dubois calmly walks away from the interview area

The footage ends and both Harold and Henry are sat open mouthed at what they have just seen

Henry is quickly cut off as the titatron comes to life revealing the smiling face of Edward Plague, his face illuminated by the flame of a single match held in his hand. Edward continues to laugh to himself as a lone spotlight appears in the ring circling Joshua who is now on his feet stood at the ropes, watching the screen intently as Edward begins to speak.

Plague: Oh family is never forgotten brother...hehehe...the black sheep...hehehe...well, he is still a member of the herd...hehehe...you may still be forgiven...hehehe...but Joshua...Brother...you still have a choice to make.

The camera cuts to Joshua who's grip on the ring ropes tightens, his breathing clearly slowing as an ugly grimace covers his face. The camera cuts back to Plague on the screen who continues to laugh as the match continues to burn down towards his fingers

Plague: You can either be reborn in the ashes...

The match reaches Plague's fingers and goes out, only Plague's laughter can be heard as the screen goes completely black for a few moments. Suddenly the screen turns to static as Plague speaks again.

Plague: ...or you can perish in the flames!

As Plague speaks the final words the screen is lit up by Plague and various masked members of the Brotherhood all holding matches laughing to themselves, the camera begins to pull away from the group who are stood in the middle of the darkness, as it pulls back it reveals McCoy slung on the floor in front of them. The screen quickly turns to static once again before going off as the lights in the arena come back on.

Anarchy 15th October 2015 wrote:
The tron flickers into life with a panoramic shot of the London Skyline, the Shard and Gherkin are clearly visible…

The shot then rapidly zooms in to street level and focuses on a street sign…Brick Lane E.I

As the shot pans out it reveals a stocky man standing against the wall next to the sign, he is wearing a big jumper with the hood up so his face is difficult to make out.

The man then begins to speak (with a strong cockney accent) directly into the camera…

When I look around this great city, I see great people, people who work their fingers to the bone, people who have to work 12 hours shifts just to keep the wolves from the door. They pour their hearts and souls into this city… cleaning the streets, building the offices and houses, driving the cabs and working in the hospitals. And how do we treat these people as a society? We tax ‘em to within an inch of their lives, we take away their benefits and we charge ‘em the earth for petrol and shopping. We take a geezer who has worked his entire life for the same firm and replace him with a computer or a robot, give him a pat on the back and slam the door in his face. And yet at the same time there are bankers and brokers getting filthy rich, gambling with our money… losing our money! And what do we do? Do we string ‘em up, do we ensure they see the inside of a cell? No! We reward ‘em, we give six figure sums as a bonus for all their hard work! Well I for one am sick of it!

I look around these streets and no longer do I see the community spirit that led this country through two world wars and one wold cup… I see hatred, I see resentment and I see over entitlement gone mad!

But I aint gonna stand for it no more! I anit gonna keep looking idly by.

Their aint no innocent bystanders!

A revolution is coming! And it’s coming to 6CW!

The man still with his hood up, turns from the camera and walks out of shot.

The following is a 6CW Vignette

The London skyline is once again shown; the bustling streets can be seen moving in super-fast motion with cars nothing more than flashes of light.

The image then flicks to a shot of people queuing outside Northern Rock during the banking crisis in 2007. Then to a scene of MP’s arguing inside the houses of parliament, then to soldiers fighting in Iraq and finally to a drone dropping bombs on civilian targets during the recent Middle East conflict.

The image stops and focuses on the moment of impact from a satellite view point and then quickly flashes back to the streets of London. The shot is now of a road sign that reads Brick Lane E.I positioned high on a large wall, full of graffiti.

The camera pans down and once again revealing a stocky man wearing a grey hoody, his face slightly covered, he begins to talk in a thick cockney accent.

“The world around us, the world we live in, it’s broken! Government first, companies and corporations first, people second. We don’t owe the government anything, we owe corporations less, you especially don't owe them any courtesy. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission; don't even start asking for theirs. If you wanna scream and shout and say this aint right, then what’s stopping you???????

Remember, there are no innocent bystanders!

Pipe up, be counted! Opinions matter, you can say what you like, when you like, to who you like. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head, stand-up be opinionated and fight for what you believe in.

Corporate conformity can kiss my $$$

A Revolution is coming!”

The man turns to the wall and beings to finish a piece of graffiti with a spray can

The writing reads: Fight the fighters, not their wars

*The scene cuts to Brick Lane Market and CJ can be seen walking in between the stalls, she stops over the fruit and veg pitch and picks up and apple as she talks to camera...

CJ: I'm here in the heart of East London at Brick Lane Market and not only have I been sampling some of the capitals best produce but I've talking to the local traders about our mystery man, who's spiritual home appears to be right here in the east end of our nations capital.

*The scene starts to cut from one trader to another who gives a short interview to CJ:

Market trader: Yeah I've seen him about, he thinks he's the new banksy or something, he talks a lot of sense actually, it's about time someone said what we're all thinking, I guess he's just got the balls to stand up and say it!

Market trader 2: Self righteous nonsense if you ask me, he should be locked up.

Market trader 3: Yeah I know the guy, he grew up just around the corner, salt of the earth he is and he's made me a few quid betting on his fights in the past... A proppa stand up gent he is.

CJ: So you've seen him compete? Can you tell us anything about his identity?

Market trader 3: Yeah I've seen him fight loads, he's been on the underground wrestling scene for a couple of years now, I took my boy to see him fight a month or so ago and he tore it up... The Crusader... That's what he calls himself.

I'm one stop
From a breakdown
Two steps from
Being safe
Just try to
See this through
I'm three steps
From this nightmare
And four steps
From the door
The rest is
Up to you

*The scene begins with a wide-shot of a farm, there are three red barns in a row, all with hay stacked outside of them and a couple of worn-down tractors parked up.

The camera then begins zooming in to inside the middle of the three barns, which has a wrestling ring set-up inside of it. The camera focuses on a large man who is very well built, he is grappling with a much smaller man

The small man runs off the ropes, the big man grabs him around the waist and slings him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Instead of staying down, the smaller man gets to his feet with a big smile.

Smaller man: Buck that was fun, do it again! Or maybe something else, can I see how hard you punch? Or just a normal suplex?

*The camera focuses on the larger individual, who we now know is Buck.

Buck: No I better not Earl, I don't want to hurt you. I'm not sure Uncle Eric would be very happy with me if I did that.

Earl: You wouldn't hurt me Buck.

Buck: Earl, you're so little you'd have run around the ring twice just to make a shadow. My hardest punch would probably knock your tail out of this ring, let alone just knock you out.

Earl: But Buck, come on just once, just one suplex...please!

Buck: Ok, just one suplex and you'll stop nagging. You could talk the hind legs off of Davey the Donkey.

*Buck drags Earl towards him, he lifts him into the air when a loud booming voice can be heard.

Bucky! Put him down right now!

*Buck jolts around, a small but stocky older man is stood in the doorway of the barn, flanked by three men similar in appearance to Buck, although all of them are younger. Buck immediately drops Earl safely on his feet. Earl looks towards the man...

Earl: I'm sorry uncle Billy, I just wanted Buck to show me some wrestling moves.

Billy: You should know better than that Earl, get in to the house right now, your daddy wants to see you.

*Earl quickly leaves the ring, scurrying out of the barn.

Buck: What is it Pa?

Billy: What the hell are you doing son? Messing around in this ring with your little cousin, don't you see how much straw there is outside. That's your job to move all that, yet you got time to stand there and throw your little cousin around.

Buck: Pa, he asked me to throw him around, I didn't want to. I told him I was busy, I told him I had my jobs to do but he wouldn't leave me alone.

Billy: Don't give me excuses Bucky. I don't care if Earl put a shotgun to y'alls head, I still expect you to do your job first. I always knew putting this damn wrestling ring in here was a bad idea.

Buck: But Pa, I was just having a bit of fun. I just love wrestling you know, I want to practice at every chance I have, and you know Earl he ain't the toughest of opponents, but I could still practice some stuff on him.

Billy: You should be practicing on your own time, not on mine. Earl, this farm is gonna be yours one day, but you don't act like it. You don't look like you even want work here. Look at your brothers. Tim, Jason, Stevie...they've been working their tails off all day and they ain't even gonna get the farm when I pass away. That's your responsibility Buck, it's time you started acting like it.

Buck: Pa, I don't want to run the farm. I want to be a wrestler.

Billy: Boy, I don't want to hear you ever say that again! You need to stop playing around, and realise that wrestling isn't a career. It's a circus trick at the very best. This farm is where your future, not wrestling. That's why I'm selling this ring tomorrow, the carnival is still in town, I'm sure they'll offer a reasonable price.

Buck: But Pa, you can't do that!

Billy: Son, this is my barn, it's my money, I do whatever the hell I like with it. Are you really dumb enough to think that wrestling can give you the same sort of living that working here would?

*Before Buck can speak, one of his brothers cuts him off.

Brother: He really is that dumb pa. I've seen him practicing the 40 yard dash in here, but it's only a 30 yard shed!

*The other two brothers begin to laugh, but Buck's face is getting redder with rage.

Buck: Hey Timmy, why don't you drag your sorry tail into this ring and we'll see how dumb I can make you with just a few punches?

Billy: STOP IT RIGHT NOW BUCKY! Get out of the ring, get outside and start doing your job!

*Buck looks solemn as he steps out of the ring, he brushes past his brother Timmy who shoves him in the back. Buck turns around and gets right in the face of Timmy, who is smiling back.

Billy: Weren't you listening to me Bucky? I said get out of here and...

Buck: I HEARD YOU PA! And I'm doing it, I'm getting out of here. But not to go throw some hay bails onto the tractor, I'm going to follow my dream. I'm going to become a professional wrestler. I ain't staying here no more. I don't want the farm, and Pa, you don't want me to have the farm. Give it to Jason, Stevie or Timmy. I don't want it, I don't want a be here.

*Buck turns and walks off to a beaten up old saloon car.

Billy: Bucky, get back here right now. Don't be stupid!

Buck: I ain't being stupid. I'm going somewhere where people will support me. None of you have ever supported me. The only one in this family who ever looked out for me is Lyla. My baby sister supporting me more than my brothers or my own Pa. I feel sorry for her having to stay here with you, and I hope she follows me in trying to live her dreams, rather than being a farm-girl all her life.

Billy: Bucky Riggins....

Buck: Pa, stop calling me that! My name isn't Bucky! It's BUCK! I am Buck Riggins! I'm proud of the name Riggins, but I don't want it to hold me back. I want to make the Riggins name known all over the world. I want to hear the fans chanting Buck Riggins. Remember that dad, my name is BUCK! And I don't give a <censored> about this place anymore.

*Buck steps into the car, slamming the door shut and quickly accelerating away from the farm, smoke coming from the exhaust.