6CW Aftermath Monday 25th January

The cameras are rolling in the backstage area following New dawn, Charlotte Grey is finishing off a link when she notices a dejected looking Geoff Steel still in ring attire sat on the floor in the same corridor. Steel has his head in his hands just staring at the floor in silence.

Charlotte walks over to where Steel is sat, on hearing the sons of approaching footsteps Geoff raises his head and makes eye contact with Charlotte.

GS: If you are heading my way in the hope of securing an exclusive interview, I'd stop in your tracks, I've already sent your colleague Tim away several times and had to warn him not to approach me again.

Charlotte stops for a split second but is quick to reply to Geoffs remarks.

CG: Actually I was coming over to ask if you were ok and why you were sat on the floor?

GS: Better place than any, no room at the top table in 6CW for me. I think I best get used to this feeling the way things are going doesn't seem like I'll have reason to celebrate anything anytime soon. You know the last time I even won a match Charlotte?

Charlotte pauses clearly trying to piece things together in her head, Steel stares at her but eventually cuts her off

GS: Exactly that's just proven my point, you know what's more embarrassing I couldn't remember myself so I asked to watch the tapes of my matches since I returned, the last time officially I won a match in 6CW was October over 3 months ago, a disqualification victory I couldn't even get the job done myself,who knows if Jack hadn't decided that night to come out and toss me around like a rag doll you might have to be looking even further back. So can you blame me for being sat here contemplating whether I made the right decision to comeback to this place.

CG: You've just come up short in a championship match in 6CW yet your sat here like that's not even an achievement, there are people out there who would do anything to be in the same position.

Geoff gives Charlotte a sideways glance then reruns to staring at the ground.

GS: But I'm not just anybody I'm Geoff Steel people expect better of me and I expect better of myself, other people may be happy to just be part of the occasion but not me, if I'm not winning matches then I'm not happy, I don't get how anybody could be happy finishing second best, the way I see it if your not first then you might as well be last it makes no difference. The only good thing to come out of tonight was Jack and Lex didn't win either, I think that's the only thing keeping me from drinking that whole bottle scotch in my bag and doing something no doubt I'd regret in the morning, who knows though the night is young there's still plenty of time for me to do just that.

CG: What about Mike he's your partner isn't he, surely he feels bad about this situation as well?

GS: At this present moment I couldn't give a damn about what Mike thinks it feels about the situation. We are the laughing stock of 6CW a tag team who can't even win a match together, don't get me wrong I'm grateful that Mike had my back when nobody else did but I'd hardly say it's worked out for the better I'm still getting my ass kicked on a regular basis now theres just somebody else to enjoy it at the same time. I'm not really sure where we go from now as a team, do we persevere and somehow hope for a different result some might call that insanity, or do we just chalk this one up as an experiment that didn't go exactly as either of us planned and move on.

CG: Is that it are you saying it over?

Geoff gets to his feet

GS: I'm not saying anything right now and don't you go reporting that either, all in saying is that I've got some serious thinking to do and a bottle that's going to help me decide.

Steel then turns away from Charlotte and walks away down the empty corridor as the scene fades.

The scene opens inside the packed arena the day after New Dawn. Heroes are hard to find fills the arena. The crowd goes crazy for the oncoming storm. After a few moments Timothy Alan appears on the stage, the crowd looks confuse as the cheers turn to we want Thunder. Timothy smiles, awkwardly before heading down to the ring.

He collects a microphone from the announce table, before taking to the ring. He stakes centre stage and clears his throat. The calls of we want Thunder grow louder each time he tries to speak.

Tim
Yes, I would rather Thunder be out here too, rather than I. This time was booked for Thunder to share his thoughts about last night, however, shortly before he was due in the building I received an email from the man himself saying he wasn't going to make it due to his mother being taken ill and included a statement he would like me to read.

Timothy pauses as the crowd begin to chant "get well soon, mummy Thunder."

Tim
Yes, Mrs Thunder, we at 6CW wish you a speedy recovery. I would like to emphasise that these are Thunders words not my own and any feelings of untoward should be aimed at him. Ugh.

Timothy bangs his head on the mic as he reads the opening sentence in disbelief at what Thunder wants him to say.

Tim
Hello my freaky darlings. I am sorry I can't be there with you tonight to discuss the farce that was my loose last night. What happened last night was, funky bull shrimp! When slimy Crimey couldn't get the job done alone, Michael Jones set in the hired help. It took several men to steal our symbol of hope from us. Titles come and go but, our hope is eternal.

Timothy pauses as he skips through pages pre reading what's to come. He stops on the last page with a pile of paper at his feet.

Tim
Sorry about that, Thunder waffled on for a few pages about comics and super heroes. I didn't quite understand that. This final pages is to a little more to the point. Michael Jones and the his Forgotten lackeys have singeled me out for my ability to bring people together, to make people smile and to bring hope. His hope is that with out me my brothers at arms,  the so, called Uprising, would crumble but, he forgets that we are all individuals and last night despite the loses of one man, others reigned supreme, Keath Leone won his prize and Maximum Grace won fair and square. Those victories have given the Forgotten something to think about and New Dawn marked the beginning of their end. This year the Uprising will...well rise.

Tim smiles and waves. Heroes are hard to find fills the arena again as Tim heads out. As he heads through the curtain, he pops back through.

Tim
One more thing, I've always wanted to say that. No that's all folks.

Tim disappears again through the curtains as the scene comes to a close.

Tim Allen disappears backstage with Thunders music still playing, but the crowd descend into boos as ‘Riot’ hits the speakers and Jimmy Phillips walks out to the stage wearing his trademark red hoody. He has his hood up and a wolf mask bandana hiding the lower part of his face as he stops at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd

He throws his hood back and lifts the mask down as the get well mummy thunder chant starts up again. Phillips snarls at the crowd and lifts the mic to his mouth

JP: Have you heard yourselves? Do you realise exactly how stupid you sound chanting this idiotic crap *he puts on a mock voice* Get well mummy thunder....get well mummy thunder.........Christ, and I thought the people of Toronto were retarded

Huge boos fill the arena as Phillips looks pleased with himself as he paces the stage

JP: Lets face it, Thunder isn’t here tonight because his mum is ill, the truth is he isn’t here because he’s embarrassed at how he failed each and every one of you last night. He’s embarrassed because we showed him up for the phony that he is. He walks around this company acting like he’s a real life Superhero, the guy is obviously delusional, and he’s ashamed. He’s ashamed because as a superhero he is expected to save the day and alas on this day he come across a villain that not even the Supermans or the Batmans of the world can face up to. Throw the comic books out with this one. We’re not you’re average Lex luther, we’re not your regular everyday Joker, the general Zods of the universe couldn’t hold a candle to The Forgottens dominance

Thunder claims last night was a farce. Thunder, my dear idiot boy you couldn’t be further from the truth. You knew before you got into this, that if you pick a fight with a member of The Forgotten, then prepare for a war with us all. You only have yourself to blame, and its far from over for you. What happened last night at New dawn is just the beginning for you, at Aftermath the will be no superhero second coming, this isn’t the second part of the movie were the hero realises what he has to do to save the day, not even close. Lets just say...the hero dies in this one

Last Night Thunder we took your title, at Aftermath......if you show up, we take your career. You might wanna pull a sickie with Mummy Thunder on this one

Riot hits again but is barely audible through the chorus of boos emanating from the crowd as Phillips throws his hood back up and exits backstage as the scene fades

The scene opens in the Emergency unit at the hospital. A familiar bloody figure lies on the bed. Nurses dash about around him. A nurse goes to give Engel an injection but his hand flies up and knocks it out of her hand

EH: NO! They...want this. The suffering...the misery.

The nurse tries to restrain the struggling Engel but he refuses to be calm

EH: WHERE IS HE? THEY...WANT THIS...HE WANTS THIS.

Security and a Doctor enter the room

Dr: I knew this was a mistake. He needs to go back.

EH: NO! DON'T...HAHAHA...

Nurse: It will just be until you recover Mr Harlequin.

EH: THEY...ALWAYS...SAY THAT

[/i]The Security guards secure a struggling Engel to the bed and take him away. Blood curdling screams can be heard down the hall[/i]

Dr: Why did you lie to him?

Nurse: He wasn't born this way Doctor, that...man. If he is a man, has been through hell.

Dr: Thats for sure, I have never seen two men survive the carnage them two have just been through.

Nurse: No Doctor, that man was born a little angel, he was dragged through hell to the devil we see now.

The Doctor ponders for a minute and chuckles to himself as the Nurse walks away. "Of course" he mutters as the scene fades to the commentary table at the 6CW arena

HA: Folks, we apologise for the scenes you have just witnessed. This was the shocking footage our 6CW EXTRA team managed to film at the Hospital just hours after one of the most brutal Extreme title matches we have ever witnessed.

HE: Finally Harold some sanity. Engel Harlequin is back where he belongs. Not a moment too soon. Can you imagine that freak holding the 6CW title?

HA: Yes Henry...Yes I can. And I would be careful what you say about that so called freak because the powers that be have just given him a full time contract.

HE: I'm sure you had some say in that.

HA: No I did not...but I can say this, I managed to get an interview with the man himself this past week. Here's what he had to say.

HE: Hello Clarice?

The scene cuts to a sitting room with a grandfather clock in the background. In the room are two chairs. One with a heavily bandaged Engel Harlequin. The other Harold Lloyd. Engel is sitting staring at the clock as Harold looks into the camera and speaks

HA: Hello and welcome. I am Harold Lloyd and I am here at the Cherry Falls Asylum in Chesterfield, England. In these situations I would introduce my guest for this interview, however I am the guest today, So Engel Harlequin hello and thankyou for this opportunity.

Engel ignores Harold tapping his fingers in a rythmic fashion against his chair arm

HA: Engel...

EH: TICK...tock...tick tock..for 5 years I have listened to that same sound...tick...tock...tick...tock. It never changes...Harold...nothing ever changes.

HA: I can imagine that can get very annoying.

EH: Welcome, Harold old buddy old pal.

Engel turns towards Harold as he speaks

HA: Again thank you Engel, and welcome back to the 6CW fold. How does it feel to have your move cemented with a new contract?

EH: IS THAT WHY YOUR HERE...(Engel looks mindful for a minute) sorry the Doc says I must calm down. Is that why your here Harold? I can answer Generic questions all day long and give you generic cowpat answers. Or maybe you want to go deeper than that? Maybe you want to prod and probe and give the 6CW universe what they really want to hear?

HA: Engel I don't know what you mean.

Engel grins slyly and pushes is hair back with his hand

EH: Of course you do, the only thing your missing right now is the big red book. Its okay, I understand, these questions are hard to ask.

Harold looks uncomfortable in his chair

HA: Maybe we should start again?

EH: CLOSE! What you meant to say is lets start from the beginning...to which I will happily oblige.

HA: No you misunderstand me...

EH: (Engel puts a finger over his own lips) hush Harold. It's okay, lets not dance around the Mulberry Bush any longer.

Harold nods his head reluctantly

EH: My Mother was a German, My Father...French. They were Refugee's from a very long time ago and grew up in England together. My Mother named me Engel...I was her angel. My father use to call me the Harlequin. He did not hate me as far as I can remember but his affection was not the sort you would say of a Father and his Son. I cannot remember much of my childhood until my 6th Birthday. That day I woke up to a bed full of presents. My Mother and Father looking proudly at me, holding each other in there arms as I opened each one. I got the usual presents for a child back then, A space hopper, Atari, some moon boots...but my favourite that year was a Baseball Bat. Now being from the UK...Baseball was not a popular sport, but I wasn't exactly a popular kid.

Engel smiles fondly as he reminisces

HA: Sounds like a good childhood...

EH: HEHEHE...Indeed Harold...BEAUTIFUL. Tick Tock...Tick...Tock time passes so quickly don't you think? (Before Harold can reply, Engel continues his story) Now when I say I wasn't exactly a popular kid...I had no friends at all. School passed very quickly as I made up little stories in my head to keep me occupied and stared out the window at the playground...but when I got that Baseball Bat I came to a conclusion. If nobody wanted to be my friend, I would make my own...

HA: Mr Bat?

EH: Exactly...I spent hours drawing his little face in magic marker. I wanted him to be just right.

Scene cuts back to the commentary table

HE: Please tell me that interview is over. The clown is a loon.

HA: Thats all for now Henry, we will catch back up with Engel later in the show.

(Crime Lord is sat in an interview room with the International Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He puts out the cigar he was smoking in an ash tray next to him before adjusting his suit jacket. Harold sits across from him.)

HA- So Crime Lord, last night you won the 6CW International Title, a fantastic achievement so soon in your 6CW career.

CL- Thank you.

HA- However, the manner in which you beat Thunder has left many questioning your legitimacy as champion, your talents as a wrestler and whether Mr Jones and the rest of The Forgotten actually trust you.

(Crime Lord's smile drops into a deep scowl. The silence in the room is deafening.)

CL- I want to make something very clear Harold...and not just to you, but to the fans, to the other wrestlers in the locker room and even Jones...

I am good enough for this title, whether the other guys came out or not I'd have won that match. Nobody would be questioning my abilities or daring to suggest that Thunder is more accomplished or more talented than me. That snivelling, childish waste of space isn't fit to wash the dirt from my boots. He was a poor excuse for a champion, a desperate mirage of a professional athlete and 6CW is better off without that deluded mess as a representative as champion. The Forgotten at the PPV were not needed, I didn't ask for them and I didn't want them.

HA- Is this the end of you in The Forgotten? Cracks are forming it seems.

CL- This is not the end Harold, stop trying to twist my words to suit your agenda. The Forgotten is strong still, Masters losing his championship was a blow but Crime Lord is here to pick up the pieces. The Forgotten will stay strong so long as Jones and his lackeys start understanding exactly who they drafted into their ranks. I'm not some joke of a wrestler who wasn't relevant from the moment they stepped through the door. I'm 6WF's biggest legend, one of the most successful stars in this sport and a force of nature. I am not to be toyed with or supported. I'm a weapon of mass destruction and you don't try and supplement that. You use it. You look after it. The Forgotten will remain strong so long as that is remembered.

I'm an individual at heart Harold, you just have to look at my history. I have had success in groups, huge, huge successes but the others have to be warned. My success in those groups only lasted for as long as I wanted it to. The moment I realised there was more for me alone I have taken that opportunity. My fellow members and Mr Jones have got to realise that to keep me they have to make it worth my while. Taking away the legitimacy of my first title reign here in 6CW was not a very good way of doing that. Jones is a manager, and he has to manage us, but as far as I am concerned he falls to my desires, not the other way around. I'm not a blunt instrument for him to use where he sees fit, I'm a master of my craft and he should feel grateful for me being on his side and not against him.

HA- Do you think they will heed your words?

CL- If they are smart and they listen to me, then yes I think they will. The Forgotten all want to be successful Harold, they all want to dominate this company. With me by their side I make that a reality rather than a fantasy. I give them dominance for as long as they keep me happy Harold. I'm not asking for much. Asking them to not come down and interrupt my match and spoil my ascension to champion is not a big ask. Mr Jones has got to look at what he is doing. I get that when this all started, maybe the guys he were recruiting were a bit thick-skulled, didn't have a history of success and needed that guidance, that hands-on approach. That's all well and good but Jones has got to take a look at me and ask himself a big question...

Does Crime Lord...A multi-time world champion, a man with a list of accomplishments longer than most of the 6CW roster combined, a leader in his own right. Does Crime Lord really need to be controlled and supported like this? The answer is no Harold, I'm telling you this but I know Jones will watch this and I'm hoping the message will resonate with him because I'm not joking, I'm not asking, I'm demanding that Jones and the rest of The Forgotten start appreciating just what they've got and just what I bring to them. I'm not something you can find again in anybody and I'm a hell of a lot better as an ally than an enemy.

HA- Strong words. So now you're champion, you've got a target on your back, do you think you can handle it?

CL- Harold, I don't mean to be rude, but have you been in an accident over the past few days? One with significant head trauma?

HA- No...

CL- It just seems to me that somebody in your position, without having recently suffered some form of brain damage simply wouldn't ask ME that question. Do you think I can handle it? I've been a world champion for months at a time, I was the longest reigning 6WF World Champion history. I live for the target on my back, I thrive in it. I love swatting away those that are stupid or crazy enough to think they can step up to me and challenge me. I wouldn't have lasted so long in this business which such success if I crumbled under the pressure of being champion. There will never come a time where being champion isn't my aim.

HA- Thank you for your time Crime Lord, I'm sure this interview will have some real serious consequences.

CL- We should hope so.

Harold and Lloyd sit at the commentators table after a commercial break.

HE: What a show so far.

HA: And there's more to come...but first...

HE: Don't even say it Harold...

HA: Its time for the second part of our three part interview with Engel Harlequin...

HE: NO, NO, NO...

The scene fades and returns to Engel and Harold at the Cherry Falls Asylum

HA: Welcome back everybody, I am with 6CW Star, Engel Harlequin...Now Engel we were speaking about your childhood. You spoke about Mr Bat...but let's talk about...

EH: Harold, I know what your going to ask its okay...

HA: Well actually...

EH: Don't worry, Its fine...I'm ready to talk. You see my childhood was a good one Harold. Up until my 10th Birthday...ya see, somewhere around that time, my Mother and Father changed. Times were hard back then. My Father slowly turned to drink. My Mother to meeting other men. Tick...Tock...Tick Tock...time passed so quickly. My Father would come home and hurt me, he would hurt my Mother...comatose with the pins in her arms. But she would never forget her Engel. She would take my head in her arms and kiss me on the forehead. She would tell me to smile...to laugh like I knew no pain...

Engel shows signs of emotion as he speaks

HA: Engel...we don't have to...

EH: NO...Harold. We must. One day as I walked in from school my Mother was laying in a pile of broken glass, what remained of the coffee table strewn across the room...(Engel speaks in a sad sympathetic voice as he speaks his next part)"Why doesn't he love me Engel? I look at you and you have his softness...Why doesn't he love me?" I took a while to realise what had happened before I said my words of comfort...smile Mother...as if you know no pain. Mother smiled through tears as she struggled to her feet and held me. "As long as I have you" she said. Things like that happened often, I would run to my room and hold Mr Bat "As long as I have got you" I would say. Tick Tock...Before long I was working for a local carnival, helping set things up, getting to know people. Things never changed at home...but my Mother got worse and worse. Until the time I came home from work to my father slouched in a chair...My Mother on the floor next to him cutting tears into her face from her eyes down her cheek. I stopped her and she screamed. This woke my Father. "STUPID BITCH" He said as he began kicking her in the stomach. I took Mr. Bat from my rucksack and swung at my Father with all my strength.

HA: And...

EH: He turned towards me and threw me into the wall...I smiled at him Harold...hehehe...I smiled as he kicked me in the stomach, my legs, my head....and I laughed...laughed like I had never laughed before.

HA: How did you stop him?

EH: I didn't Harold. The Police had been informed of a disturbance and responded immediately. They took him away, and I travelled with my Mother to the Hospital. We sat for hours, Doctors and Nurses looking at me shaking there heads as if sad for some reason. My Mother hugged me tightly and whispered in my Ear "Engel, they are going to take me somewhere you can't follow...I want you to run..." I sobbed as she spoke...I didn't understand. "Smile, Engel, my sweet sweet Engel and make them Laugh"

HA: And run you did...

EH: I ran away with the Circus to be exact Harold...I never ever saw my Father again...

HA: And your Mother?

Engel puts his head in his hands and grits is Teeth letting out a stifled scream

HA: Take all the time in the world Engel...

EH: No Harold...time is ticking...and we are almost there...I saw my Mother once more...See I had been searching for her...a long time. I was 18 by now...must have been. I found out my Mother was in this very Asylum...It was almost unreal...I drove up to the gates...and waited. Nobody bothered me..its as if they knew...and then I saw her...out in the yard, Scars running down her cheeks from her eyes. I got out of the car and shouted to her...Harold...she looked right through me...she had forgotten her Engel...

The scene fades back to the commentary table. Henry letting out a sarcastic yawn.

HE: So he's a loon with History...

HA: Henry do you have any heart?

HE: Sure I do, but I don't use it loving freaks and clowns.

HA: Join us later in the show for part 3 of our interview with Engel, where we finally get his views on New Dawn, his future and More!

Diesel is seen walking through a corridor with a bunch of grapes in his hand, he walks up to the nurse’s station

Diesel: Hi, I am looking for Dicey Reilly’s room

Nurse: Sure, are you a relative?

Diesel: Best friend

The nurse looks him up and down

Nurse: Sure follow me

The nurse leads Diesel towards the private section of the ward

Nurse: We have receive loads of get well cards for your friend, he must be a really liked man

Diesel: It depends on who you talk to luv

Nurse: Well you are not the first visitor Mr. Reilly has had

Diesel: Let me guess, a woman, looks like mutton dressed as lamb, loud, probably hit on every Doctor and nurse in the place

The nurse blushes and nods

Diesel: You would want to check your valuables

The nurse points at a door down the end and walks off back to the station, Diesel walks into the room and finds the bed empty and starts to panic he is about to press the alarm for the nurse when he hears groaning coming from the bathroom followed by some cursing, Diesel opens the door to find Dicey sitting on the toilet and Sally Hendrix straddling him

Diesel: For f**k sake Dicey you are supposes to be in bed resting not riding the local bike

Sally turns her head and smiles at Diesel, before slowly climbing off a clearly in pain Dicey, picking her knickers and walking by Diesel

Sally: Would hurt you to knock or where you hoping you would catch a glimps

Diesel: Don’t flatter yourself

Sally starts laughing and walks towards the door

Sally: I’ll be back in the morning Dice, I’ll leave you in the good hands of nurse betty there

Sally disappears through the door

Diesel: Are you for real

Dicey pops himself back onto his wheelchair and Diesel helps him to the bed

Dicey: She was just trying to cheer me up

Diesel: By what....trying to completely breaking your back, if you have forgotten you kind of took a nose dive down a flight of stairs

Dicey: I don’t need a f**king lecture, I need to heal up so I can get back out there and show them I’m not done, I’m hurt D, both physically and my pride, I should have won, that little sh*t has nothing on me but he did it and is walking around out there like king f**king Ding-a-ling, while I’m here Wee weeing into a tube, so if I want to feel like my old self and stick my d**k into someone I WILL

Diesel: Boo f**king hoo, so what if you lost, it was going to happen at some stage, you aren’t as young anymore and you will need to rest longer to heal up but you lie there in self pity all you want you idiot it won’t change a thing you lost get over it

Dicey: Just because you could accept you limitations doesn’t mean I have to, you may have been the first 6CW Champ but that was it, what else did you ever achieve other than getting your ar*e kicked and hanging on my coat tails, so f**k you mister high and f**king mighty you go back and hide in your gym and leave the grown up man stuff to me like always, I’ll be up and fighting again and I’ll show everyone that Dicey Reilly is the toughest son of a b**ch in the business

Diesel gets up and walks towards the door and throws the packet of grapes at Dicey

Diesel: I know where I’m not wanted, try not to choke on them we wouldn’t want that would we

Diesel slams the door behind him leavin Dicey laying there

Dicey: F**k

James McManus is shown storming down the corridors of the arena, Jenny McManus is chasing behind with Jessica grey slightly behind her microphone in hand. As they turn the corner Tim Allen is there Mic in hand he shoves the microphone into mcmanus' face as grey looks on angrily 

TA- James you can find yourself hard done by at the circumstances of your loss at the ppv, a cheap shot by Cameron faith costing you a big win here in 6cw 
Your thoughts if you will

Mcmanus takes a deep breath before speaking 

JM- my thoughts are simple and that's this faith of you cross my path or cost me a win one more time, I will finish you, you will follow in the footsteps of James eagle, chaos urine ishitter and yarmouth blade of never being seen again.
Just like you Cameron they were stepping stones and I don't care which of those stones I have to take out to cross those currents 
This is the one warning you will recieve
You cost me and heath this week that's it, goodbye Mr faith, before your story here even begins 
Now get that microphone out of my face

Allen nervously speaks 

TA- actually I have one more question

JM-  I told you to get it out of my face Tim now do it, I'm not in the mood for your chitter chatter at this time

Mcmanus marches off down the hall way, as he does, Allen shoves the Mic into the face of Jenny 

TA- since your husband won't answer my question, Whsts next for James McManus

Jenny smirks at Allen before speaking

JM- wait and see sunshine, but trust me when I say it will include the deaths of many parasites

*The scene changes to a backstage area where Cameron Faith is stood watching a monitor of James McManus being interviewed. The interview finishes leaving Faith stood staring at the monitor shaking his head looking bemused before he starts walking towards the arena as Ain't no Stopping Me starts playing*

HA: Here comes a man who really set out to make a statement at New Dawn, and few could argue that he succeeded although he may be regretting that today now he has to team with Heath and McManus.

*The crowd erupt into a chorus of abuse as Faith steps out onto the stage stopping only briefly to raise the FFTR briefcase as he makes his way to the ring*

HE: Why would he be regretting it? He may not like it but Faith simply believes he is the best. I’m not sure tagging with anyone will bother him.

HA: Faith sneaked a win in a match that could have launched anyone of Perez, Pittals or McManus’s careers then interrupted the UK championship match costing Heath the win. That's all before we mention any jealousy there might be around that Fight For The Right briefcase he carries around.

HE: Jealous??? Why the hell would anyone be jealous Harold??? This a match with the best up an coming wrestlers in 6CW. It’s matches like these when we find out that some are more up and coming than others. If I was a betting man, and I will be once I get a chance to look in your wallet, then my money is on Heath to impress.

HA: All I’m saying Henry is I wouldn't want any one of these guys targeting me, Faith has five! Oh and my money is on this being Brandon Perez's night.

HE: Urgghh, I hope not

*Faith climbs through the ropes, walks to the centre of the ring while pulling a microphone out of the back pocket of his jeans*

CF: McManus, don’t get me wrong that was a lovely speech but you don't half speak a pile of pish. You will finish me, the same way you ended Blade, Uryu, James Eagle? You really are scraping the barrel son. I mean who the hell is James Eagle? I am a whole other level boy.

The sooner you and everyone else in this match accept that the better.

*Faith pauses and smiles at the crowd as the abuse cranks up again*

See the cream always rises, so in the not so distance future when your at home lying on the couch watching me on the TV, stood in this ring world titles draped over my shoulder, beautiful woman on my arm and millions and millions in bank at least you will be able to say I once stood in the same ring as Cameron Faith the Greatest of all time!

*Faith starts to pace back and forward in the ring as the crowd start a you suck chant*
CF: The problem is it took my four years to get to that point in “the other company”. Four long years I scraped and clawed my way to get to the top and just as I was about to take that final step, they shut down.

Every thing i had worked towards gone in a second.

*Faith fails to his anger,mating a few seconds to compose himself*

CF: That’s why I  interfered in the UK Championship match. I ain't waiting another four years to get there and I will gladly stomp over anyone I think gets in the wsy. If Chael Kingdom, Aaron Heath, James McManus, Brandan Perez or Dmitri Pittal have a problem with that then they know we're to find me.

Because tonight Faith wins this match, then Faith wins the UK Title.

*Faith holds the FFTR briefcase above his head to a chorus of boos*

CF: Then Faith conquers the world!!!!!!!!!!!

*Faith continues to hold the briefcase a loft for a few seconds before walking to the ropes and close mobbing through*

HE: No joking around from Faith tonight, he seems pretty focused tonight and oozing Confidence.

HA: But that Confidence with the talent in this match, well it could be his downfall Henry.

***6CW Exclusive - The following footage aired immediately after the New Dawn PPV***

The camera follows Masters as he enters the backstage area. Masters has his hands on his waist and is shown slowly walking past backstage workers with his head down. He then stops and looks around all the employees backstage before giving a quick wave whilst displaying a monotone look.

Masters then walks into the Forgotten locker room which is empty. Inside the locker room shows a completely trashed room with rubbish thrown everywhere. Masters' attention was caught as he notices a hole in the wall. Shown is the New Dawn PPV plastered on the wall were the image of Mike Masters has been disfigured by what looks like a punch or a hammer to the wall.

Masters nods his head as he realises that he could be in trouble. Masters walks over to his gym bag and grabs his phone. It's not known who Masters is calling but the person on the other end of the call puts it to voicemail.

MM: Jonesy. We need to speak, gimme a call back.

Masters takes a seat and puts his hands on his head as he contemplates what just went down at New Dawn as the camera slowly fades.

The crowd in the arena are chanting different 6CW superstar names and waiting for something to happen, as the lights dim and they fall into a hush. For a few moments there is nothing, when suddenly “Limo Wreck” plays out and the fans go ballistic with cheers. A spotlight then shines on the centre of the stage, as the hooded figure of Keith Leone walks into the light, and the fans cheers grow louder. Leone stays still for a few moments, before Leone looks up at the fans, and the lights are raised in the arena. Leone then walks down the centre of the ramp, before rolling into the ring, under the bottom rope. Leone then walks to the far side of the ring, before getting a microphone, then returning to the centre of the ring, then waiting for the fans cheers to die down, before then beginning to speak.

Leone: You know, there are some things in life that lose their magic somewhat the more that they happen; finding a four-leafed clover, seeing a double rainbow, winning a tenner on the lottery. But I can now say that I am a four time World Champion, I can safely say that this victory feels as good as the other three before it.

Leone unzips the front of his hoodie, revealing the EWF World Title around his waist. Leone then unstraps the belt, before holding it high into the air, turning around in the ring to display it to the fans, which once again cheer and start a “6CW” chant. Leone then lowers the belt and throws it over his shoulder before speaking again.

Leone: New Dawn really managed to live up to its own name with some of the events that occurred. Titles were stolen from men who deserved better, men climbed to the summit of the 6CW Mountain and the rightful World Champion regained what he deserved. New Dawn by no means was the end of a war, but it may well have been the turning point in it. Up until now, the Forgotten have run around, doing as they pleased, because they held all of the power. They held both the authority and World Titles, so there was nothing to stop them choking the life out of this company. Now though, their powerbase has slipped somewhat, and I know that something like that will scare both Jones and Kramer to their very core. I mean now, questions will begin to be asked of the Forgotten; are they really that good? Are they all on the same page? So many new questions posed and for the time being, precious few answers to be given. Basically the Forgotten have to face their biggest challenge to date, failure.

But if that wasn’t enough, the World Title now sits on the shoulder of the most dangerous man to them in the company right now. I have stated before that for me, this isn’t just a war; it’s a return to my own personal nightmare. I ran away for two months because I knew the toll this was going to take on the people involved, and I only came back to ensure that the war was finished as quickly as possible. Well the EWF Title has given me an even better chance now of putting a stop to this war. For the time being, I lead the charge against the Forgotten and all that they stand for. The necessary evil of this company now has what he needs to seriously harm the Forgotten. As of this moment, my crusade of violence and hatred against the Forgotten comes into full effect, and nobody under the Forgotten’s banner is safe.

Leone lowers the microphone and glares into the camera, as he then unhoods himself so that his whole face is now visible. Leone once again looks around at the crowd and sucks in the atmosphere, before speaking once again.

Leone: So now comes the first step, fighting the Forgotten’s own monster, Joshua. I could hardly predict any less, Jones and Kramer are wounded animals and looking for revenge, and there really are only a handful of men they can trust to get the job done now, and who better than their one remaining World Champion? I mean he did manage to defeat two men at New Dawn who have already proven themselves to be worthy World Title contenders, and who will sooner rather than later be World Champions themselves, so that was an accomplishment. And let’s not kid ourselves; Joshua has always been the Forgotten’s prize fighter, no matter how many times you all had to massage the ego of Mike Masters. All in all, Joshua is the best the Forgotten have to offer, unfortunately that isn’t quite good enough. You see, you managed to keep me down before, and by doing so you stopped me being as much of a threat as I can be, but now I’m on a roll, in fact, one of you should ask Alex Walker how dangerous I can be when I have some momentum. I’m no longer earning my spot or vying for position, I’m now just out to take down those who oppose me, and Joshua at this point in time is my number one target. Yes you have beaten me in the past Joshua, and have hurt many other men in various brutal manners, but it’s time for some payback. It’s time to show you that a World Champion isn’t made by the belt around his waist, but by his actions whilst holding the gold, and I’m very good at being a World Champion. So all I have to say to you really is that you’re number one on the hit list now Josh, and really, there isn’t a whole lot you can do about it.

Oh but I can’t forget the guest commentator for this match, my old pal Mike. Now I’ve lost a World Title before, and I wasn’t all too happy about it, and I’m sure you’re pretty annoyed about your loss. Hell, maybe that hothead of yours is telling you to do something stupid like come back for another piece of me, and I understand that, but for the good of your own health, I’d advise against it. What I’d be doing right now if I were you is asking questions of a certain 6CW owner. Maybe asking why he never really had your back, asking why he sent his goons to help you at New Dawn when you specifically said that you wanted to do it your way. I mean I’m not one to put ideas into peoples’ heads, but isn’t he really the enemy to you at the moment, just saying. Anyway, whatever you decide to do is your own decision, and I’ll see both you and Josh at Aftermath.

Keith Leone drops the microphone to the mat and lifts up the EWF World Title once again as “Limo Wreck” plays out again and the fans cheer. Leone then exits the ring and walks up the ramp, before exiting behind the backstage curtain.

The crowd inside Wembley Arena are hushed and cheer when they hear "Sound and Vision" by David Bowie, and explode into roars of approval as Max Adamson's name is shown on the Titantron. Adamson walks out onto the stage wearing his ring attire and his Incredible Hunk t-shirt. Adamson gets to the ring and grabs a mic from ringside before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and standing on the second rope in the corner as the crowd chant his name. Adamson smirks and stands in the middle of the ring as the music fades.

Max: I hope you like my new music. Felt a change was needed, something more upbeat. There is somebody I need to thank for my change in mentality. Because for several months and even years I've had a chip on my shoulder. This person has made me realise that there is so much more to life and so when I see 6CW is in danger of being torn limb from limb by a nasty, diseased, corrupt organisation like The Forgotten, it makes me want to stop them from succeeding. Not because I have a duty to, not even because I have to. But because I can. And I will. One man has been able to transform Max Adamson from the moody, argumentative son of a bitch into this much happier individual you see today. The man I have to thank is one half of the hottest tag team in 6CW right now, one half of a genuine odd couple team. I've never agreed with this person and always gone against everything he wanted. I think you all know where I'm going with this...

(Adamson smirks as the crowd begin a "Grace" chant)

Max: The one person who I have to thank is, of course... Max Adamson! I was able to reach deep down and let the real Max come out. And I did it all on my own. No way would I be able to put up with a man who is the real antithesis of what I am. No way would I be able to recover from the vicious attacks from The Forgotten, dust myself down and come back twice as hard the following week. But I'm not going to pretend Grace and I don't get along. We don't get in each other's way.

(Adamson reveals a piece of paper from his pocket and begins to read aloud)

Max: Grace and I are such different people, that's why we get along. It's like, he's a little bit Country, and I'm a little bit Rock and Roll... It's like he's the sort of guy to retweet when you ask him to and reply with something inspirational, and it's like I'm the sort of guy who slides into your DM's instead... It's like I'm the guy who will beat the crap out of you, and he's the guy who'll kick your damn face off. Seriously guys, I swear I've not seen kicks like that in a long time...

(Adamson slowly walks around the ring as he continues speaking)

Max: At New Dawn, this rag bag tag team of Max Adamson and Anthony Grace, stood up to the might of The Forgotten, and we kicked their damn asses! We beat the crap out of Phillips and Armstrong, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, what we want is to take those Tag Titles off of Hokori and Stevens too. And our path to those two runs into some former Tag Champs themselves, Perfect Execution. I've known Lex Hart and Perfect Jack for a long time, but frankly they know me just as well, they know what I'm capable of, and they know neither Grace or myself are going to leave anything behind as we go for those titles. But there are more important things to be talking about. I am of course talking about our team name...

(Adamson clears his throat as a Twitter poll appears on the Titantron)

Max: Naturally the only way to settle things was to have a Twitter poll. Grace wanted to call us "The A-Listers"... I know, sucks right? And I want to call us "The Megastars". Grace obviously disagreed because he isn't quite at my level of Mega stardom yet The result is going to be announced, RIGHT NOW!

(There is a drum roll, followed by laughing from some of the crowd as the result comes up as follows)

THE A-LISTERS - 50%
THE MEGASTARS - 50%

(Adamson looks at the Titantron in annoyance, and is seen asking the cameraman if this is legit)

Max: Right. We need to do something about this. Grace, come out here so we can sort this out, I've got a guy at www.prowrestlingtees.com waiting to pull the trigger on the new t-shirts, we need this sorted and we need it sorted NOW.

As Grace and Adamson look towards the aisle By Myself blasts out of the speakers and the crowd erupt into a chorus of boos in expectation of the arrival of Lex Hart

HE: Grace and Max have asked the question and one man backstage obviously feels he was speaking directly to him

HA: Lex always thinks everything is about him, he can't resist the opportunity to get involved whether he's wanted or not

HE: Who wouldn't want a living legend like Lex Hart involved?

Lex has seen it all, done it all. The word icon is often used too readily in this business but for this man it is truly deserved

HA: Has Jessica written your script this week?

Henry shakes his head as the former 6CW and 6WF World champion swaggers out onto the top of the stage. Lex is wearing a Perfect Execution T-shirt, he cups his ear and smiles as the crowd go crazy. Lex stops at the top of the ramp and lifts the microphone

LH: I'm sorry to interrupt this little love in, who knows where this little bromance will lead but in an effort to keep this part of the show at least a PG rating for now, I'm out here doing the right thing

Grace shakes his head and goes to speak but Lex interrupts

LH: Not your time Hollywood, let the real wrestlers handle this. If we need advice on make up or how to cry on screen, tweezer in the pocket by the way so I've heard, and then we might come to you for advice but for now, please give your mouth a rest. I BELIEVE you can do it Anthony, don't prove me wrong!!

Grace smiles and mockingly raises his hands

Hart nods
LH: That's better...

Now where was I ?

A you suck chant reverberates around the 6CW arena and Lex starts to orchestrate the audience

LH: Come on you can do better than that. I nearly killed this company, I put the great JJ Johnson into early retirement. YOU HATE ME!!

Lex is grinning from ear to ear as the vitriol across the crowd rises

MA: Did you actually want something Lex or is this your audition for Panto next year?

Lex claps and laughs
LH: I could do panto but only if Grace is Widow Twanky, promise me Anthony. This crowd wanna see it and to be honest those Hollywood parts aren't coming as often as they used to - It's almost like you've really upset some people in the business. Not a smart move huh Anthony, maybe Jones and Kramer were right, think of where you could have been. But now, well. Come on be honest this isn't where you expected things to go?

Come on the pair of you, take a long hard look at each other, not too close mind we don't want any uncomfortable gazes into each other's eyes. Remember PG....

Grace and Adamson look at each other and both shake their heads

LH: You both know that if you had been asked 6 months ago how you saw your next year in 6CW panning out neither of you would have picked this option. Come on Max, you were World Champion and now you're lowering yourself to tag with a rookie whose focus is more on merchandise sales than in ring success??

I feel bad for you son...

But I get it, you're making the best of a bad situation, you're trying to put everything into it, because otherwise what else have you got huh?

But let's be brutally honest, talking about team names, merchandise deals. It's all about deflection, it's all about trying to hide from the truth

As the saying goes. You can't polish a turd!!

So before you get ahead of yourselves, before you embarrass yourselves with talk of Tag Team belts and of challenging Hokey Cokey and Mr Sweary it's about time you were brought down to reality, with a huge bump

You talk about challenging yourself against former Tag Team champions. Let's get one thing straight right now, what you are up against is not just any rag tag bunch of nobodies, this isn't a team like The Red Arrows, this is a team that were the best during the strongest era the division has ever seen

Perfect Execution are the best there has ever been, we are the best there ever will be, no question, no argument. No Twitter polls!!!

Lex smiles as the booing rings out once more...

*The camera's go backstage to show Mike Hill strolling towards the arena entrance. He steps through the door and is greeted by Charlotte Grey, microphone in hand.

Mike Hill: No rest for the wicked. Charlotte, good evening.

Charlotte Grey: Good evening Mike. I was wondering if you had a moment to talk.

Mike Hill: Of course, fire away.

Charlotte Grey: Well I spoke to Geoff Steel earlier this week and he wasn't happy about how things went at New Dawn...

Mike Hill: Let Mike Hill stop you right there Charlotte. Of course Geoff Steel was disappointed about how things went at New Dawn, because we didn't win the match. Mike Hill was pretty damn annoyed too. In fact, Mike Hill would have been more annoyed if Geoff was fine with what went down at New Dawn. The fact he is storming around this place just shows Mike Hill that he was right to step into 6CW and join forces with Geoff Steel.

Charlotte Grey: How do you mean Mike?

Mike Hill: Without wishing to sound arrogant, in fact no, it doesn't matter that this sounds arrogant. Mike Hill is a big deal in this industry. Mike Hill is a multiple time world champion, he's won titles from the very beginning of his career, be that in 6WF or 6CW. Mike Hill has had the fans cheer him and love him, Mike Hill has had the fans boo and despise him, but what they've always recognised is that Mike Hill is damn good at what he does.

That means Mike Hill isn't going to team with just anyone. It has to be someone who is operating on the same level as Mike Hill, I don't need to be in a team with someone who can't carry their weight. Geoff Steel is the one man in 6CW who Mike Hill saw as being on the same level and in the same situation. Steel is a legend of this company, left to fend for himself against a bunch of guys who quite frankly aren't fit to lace his boots. Similar happened to Mike Hill in 6WF, he had guys who had no business even being in the same ring running their mouth, thinking they could give their careers a quick leg-up by mentioning the name of The Next Big Thing.

Like Mike Hill, he has been to the top of the mountain, he's been world champion and been the standard-bearer of this company. Put bluntly, the guy is a winner. And that's why New Dawn was disappointing, and why Geoff was peed off. Our careers have revolved around being the very best, we aren't using to losing, so on the rare occassions it happens, we don't take it very well at all. But us losing as a team will be very rare indeed, starting Monday night at Aftermath, where Mike Hill has no intention of being on the losing team again.

Charlotte Grey: So it's fair to say you want to stay together as a team?

Mike Hill: You're damn right Charlotte. Yes we lost at New Dawn, but Mike Hill saw plenty of encouraging signs. And let's be honest, when you combine the talents of Mike Hill and Geoff Steel, there's no way that we will continue to lose, in fact a few more matches together and our wrestling will be spectacular. Steel's power and brawling, Mike Hill' s speed and athleticism, it's a perfect match.

This team has the potential to rule the tag division for as long as we like. In fact we're going to have to end this interview now cos Mike Hill has arranged to meet with Geoff Steel to see what head-space he is in and show him that alongside Mike Hill, we can take things to a whole different STANDARD!

*Mike Hill strolls off as the camera's fade to black.

The scene begins aboard the Bang Bus, we see members of the groupies watching a classic Brandon Perez film “Forrest Hump” but luckily the screen is blocked from the view of the camera. The camera moves along the wall showing more posters of Brandon's films such as “Pulp Friction”, “T*t's a wonderful life” and “Wh*rey Potter and the sorcerer's Boned”. The camera then moves along, moving in to the master bedroom of Brandon Perez we see him watching match tapes of his last few 6CW fights, he shakes his head watching his losing efforts as a voice is heard

???: Brandon...can I come in?

Before Brandon can answer a beautiful blonde woman strolls in to the room and sits on Brandon's lap, turning the television off gaining all of Brandon's attention.

BP: Destiny what are you doing?

Destiny kisses Perez on the cheek before speaking

Destiny: I just hate seeing you like this, I want to put a smile on your face...

BP: That's nice but I know that you only really have one way to do that...and it's off the menu sorry!

Destiny: Are you sure? Nobody needs to know baby...

Perez shakes his head

BP: Jesus would know Destiny

Destiny: (Looking confused) I didn't know you were religious Brandon...especially considering that time you got me to dress up a sexy nun...

BP: No...Jesus...my personal trainer.

The camera pans around from the pair to reveal a figure in the corner of the room watching on awkwardly

Jesus: Hi...

Destiny stands up embarrassed, pulling a spatula from her back pocket

Destiny: I guess I'll just put this back...and these (revealing a pack of ping pong balls)

Perez smiles at her

BP: Thank you...I know that me going celibate is a weird change but it's for a good cause, I want to prove that I can make it and if this is what it takes then this is what I have to do...the moment I win a title though...it's time to party!

Destiny leaves the room leaving Brandon to talk to Jesus

Jesus: It's time to step it up a gear Brandon...we know what we need to improve on so it's just implementing that!

Brandon nods

BP: It's time to work towards what I want to achieve! That title can be mine!

Jesus stands up, pulling Brandon up and standing him in front of the mirror

Jesus: It can be! It will be! Repeat after me!

The scene ends as Brandon and Jesus repeat the mantra over and over again

Both: IT CAN BE! IT WILL BE!

*The 6CW universe is in huge attendance as fans young and old show their support with signs and other banners with great excitement and anticipation. The camera continues to pan around the audience until Timehop Baby screams over the soundsystem causing the fans to descend into rapturous boos and cheers, all mixed in one big cauldron of noise shaking the very arena in it's foundation. A few seconds pass before Heath saunters out onto the stage with an arrogant grin on his face as he breathes in the atmosphere. He is wearing his official merchandise shirt in the colour of white with a snarling honeybadger on the centre of the shirt. As well as this, Heath is wearing Addias branded shorts and black boots. Cricking his neck from side to side, Heath twirls a microphone in his hand as the fans continue to give a phenomenal welcome to the self proclaimed prophet of 6CW. Heath surveys the scene before chuckling to himself as he descends down towards the ring. The voices of the Lloyd brothers can then be heard over the absolutely wild reception Heath is getting.*

HE: Here he is, Aaron Heath... Coming off an impressive performance at New Dawn despite claiming the UK championship from a valiant and resilient Chael Kingdom...

HA: Valiant and resilient? I think you're forgetting Heath didn't get pinned by Kingdom. The match ended in no contest... we both know, Heath would have been champion if Cameron Faith and co didn't get involved...

*Heath marches with a arrogant smirk across his face reaching the bottom of the ramp before hopping up the steel stairs, his boots making a loud crack on the steel as he stamps on the steel steps one after another. Heath steps through the ropes before circling the ring like a shark. Heath is quickly handed a microphone which is snatched through the ropes by the narcissistic Heath. Heath continues to circle the ring like a shark smelling blood as a large proportion of the crowd continue to chant loudly in mixed tones...*

Crowd: You're our leader! You're our leader! you suck! you suck!

*Heath laughs out loud, shaking his head as he taps the microphone on the turnbuckle padding. Heath looks out once more around his surroundings with a similar slimy smirk as he raises his microphone, his eyes never leaving the crowd.*

AH: It's funny to me... because week after week, I find myself repeating the same thing over and over again. But does it bother me? no. Because the simple matter of the fact is that, I proved I was better than another one of your hero's, Chael Kingdom. See, thanks to varying circumstances, I'm not holding what I desire at present, but what I can say is that I left Chael Kingdom in a dark, dark and painful place at New Dawn. A place where Chael has never been before, because he has never faced someone as good as I am.

AH: Chael Kingdom was left so confused, lonely and and hurt by the experiences at New Dawn at my hands, and I can safely confirm to you people that I saved Chael Kingdom from himself. I washed away his life delusion and self righteousness and in doing so I managed to add another member to my crusade. I'm not a liar. I have proven that when I crush and destroy one of your knights in shinning armour, I absorb their strength. I absorb their resolve and I suck it from the very essence of their souls. They are never in the same way ever again. Just ask each and every single guy I have faced around the world... Never, the same again and indeed here in 6CW.

*Heath relaxes a little as the crowd continue to provide a simply extraordinary reaction towards Heath as he chuckles to himself. Heath raises the microphone back to his lips as an evil glint flashes in his eyes.*

AH: I would go as far to say that I provided salvation to Chael Kingdom, I would go as far as to say that Chael Kingdom got off lightly at New Dawn. You see, Chael managed to hang on to his prized asset but that's all he was able to hang onto. He's a shell of a man now. I looked into his eyes, glazed...bloodshot and raw after My boot rammed his skull into the mat below. He looked stunned, beaten and destroyed. And at that point, the penny dropped inside Kingdom. He realised that only divine intervention would have saved him... but that came in the form of men with no place.

*Heath looks towards the heavens, clutching his microphone in his hands as he kneels to the mat, almost praying to god. heath raises the microphone to his lips as he speaks once more.*

AH:  Winning the United Kingdom Championship would have allowed all of us to stand under one nation and one banner, Under Aaron Heath your brave new leader in this new world and age of 6CW. It would have been a country sucked into my revolution and my crusade against the delusion and the chaos in the world. By the grace of god, You try and take my world again... I will take yours. The lord sees me as his salvation... his prophet to fight against the delusion, the false idols and liars of this world. I'm the man god has seen and chosen to fight this... to end your false heroes and bring a new era to this very place. And it was suppose to begin at New Dawn.*

*Heath leaps to his feet, broadening his shoulders showing his impressive physique, looking leaner and broader than usual as the crowd begin to look restless and continue to boo the self proclaimed prophet of 6CW.*

AH: Your heroes, the one you idolise all fall under one banner to me and that is the weak. They are weak and they are shallow and they are egotistical. One by one, they will fall. One by one, less and less of the rubbish you plaster over yourself will be apparent to me in the coming months and years. See, this crusade didn't start with 6CW, nor will it finish with 6CW. This crusade is against the very essence of this world and that is you people. You people love to cheer and support false idols. Reality intimidates you right down into your souls... Reality is that the world is a very dark place. And that reality is what happened to Chael Kingdom at New Dawn and it's going to keep happening... I cannot be stopped. I'm the most impressive and most intimidating figure in 6CW history and with God on my side... nothing will stop me.

AH: But you don't believe that. Instead you will worship those such as Chael Kingdom, Brandon Perez and Dimitri Pittal who you can relate to. A life of vice, a life of delusion and a life with limited integrity because that is the easy approach for you people. You're lazy. You're lazy and intimidated by hard work, people like me who have grinded and grinded day after day to get to this point and it's damn insulting to think that some of you people turn your nose up at me and follow so blindly to those who are corporate cash cows and those who claim they adore you. God has chosen me to bring you to the light... bring you to the realisation that I'm your saviour. I'm your man that deserves your praise and your adulation.

*The fans jam packed inside Wembley Arena boo loudly and begin we want Kingdom chant as Heath shakes his head, a vein on his forehead becomes apparent as he starts to get slightly irritated by the crowd and what they are chanting.*

AH: Please... this is reality folks. Aaron Heath is here for one purpose only and that is to save 6CW. I'm on a crusade... I'm on a warpath here people. I have been hand-picked by the lord to lead this revolution. Those who have dared stood up to me so far have all experienced the same fate and the same outcome. But as reality hit them as hard as daylight, they were cleansed. They became part of my crusade spiritually which only makes me stronger and stronger. This only ends when my crusade becomes so strong that nothing or nobody can stop it. The fact is folks, I have beaten in my eyes... Kingdom, Pittal and Perez all before. They are simply soulless. They have no identity because they belong to me, Aaron Heath.

AH: I wan't all of you people to know that this match tonight, is the first step out of purgatory for Chael Kingdom, Brandon Perez and Dimitri Pittal. This crusade doesn't discriminate against background, ethnicity, creed or past exploits. This crusade is only focused on the future. The judgement has been passed on Chael, Brandon and Dimitri... this will not only be an accomplishment for me, but an accomplishment for all you people. With a firm notion that this crusade welcomes all from all areas of life. This revolution is for you the people. I'm not a glorified people's champion, I'am the voice of each and everyone of you whether you like it or not. Judgement day is here for those three... you people will see first hand tonight what path and what road I have decided to take them down... Join the revolution. This is the lord's work.

*The fans boo loudly and a few being a you suck chant as Heath's eyes light up with a burning fire and intensity as he continues to speak.*

AH: No, no, what sucks ladies and gentleman, is the fact that many of you and millions of you around the world aren't intelligent enough and wise enough to understand that I'm your bright light in a dark tunnel which your trapped in. So my judgement tonight will be three superstars who quite frankly have been sacrificed for you people's ignorance and stupidity. Pittal, Perez and Kingdom are infact three very lucky people who will feel the force of this crusade before being made spiritually apart of my revolution to bring a new era to 6CW. Judgement is needed and it will be swift and ruthless.

AH Judgement on these three individuals will be passed by me but also my other brothers, Cameron Faith and James McManus who will follow the road I have set for them too... Faith I expect is a man of peace and understanding and I will fully expect his respect and his trust in the leader of this revolution on the day of Judgement. I will forget about New Dawn as an honest mistake, the time for history lessons is over. It's about the future... but Karma always comes back around and I won't forget. Judgement day is about the extinction of one world and the rebuilding of a new world and I hope that includes you Faith, I really do.

AH: Perez, Pittall and Kingdom have to prove they are man enough to take responsibility tonight and face the consequences of all their previous actions. Pittal, Perez and Kingdom need to be and must be ready for tonight because it's the going to be a defining moment in their lives. I want you to both know that the best decision you can make tonight will be worshipping my boot in the middle of this ring and letting go of a life time of delusion on your day of judgement. But after that, no more weakness...Ladies and gentleman, once I beat Perez, Pittal and Kingdom again and they are finally part of my crusade they will be better than each and every one of you as they ascend into my ranks as part of the 6CW revolution. This ladies and gentleman is the lords work... An act of violence is required on his behalf on this day of Judgement.

*Timehop baby reverberates once more around the 6CW arena as the crowd descend into wild chants and taunts as Heath jumps back up, soaking in the atmosphere once more, his arms aloft and head back. The scene slowly comes to a close with the final image of Aaron Heath vindictively and confidently smirking at the crowd baying for blood.*

The boo's continue as "I am Perfection" blasts out of the arena speakers as Perfect Jack strides out onto the stage. He shakes hands with Lex who hands him the microphone.

HA: Oh here we go, I thought Lex out here by himself was bad enough but Perfect Jack has decided to come out and mouth off.

HE: I for one cannot wait to see what he says.

PJ: I just thought I would come out here and echo the sentiments of my good friend here Lex. He's right you know, 6 months ago Max you were world champion, now you're a has-been, teaming up with a never will be. How the times change Max, how they change.

Crowd: BOOOO

PJ: But what you're seeing now gentlemen is, the re-emergence of the most dominant tag team 6CW has ever seen. Perfect Execution. The times are changing, and they're changing for the better. Things are gonna get even more perfect around here ladies and gentlemen, when the tag team titles find their way back home, around the waists of pure perfection.

Crowd: BOOOO

PJ: With that being said, at Anarchy gentlemen, you're finished, we're gonna show you why we're the best in the business and why we're called Perfect Execution.

Our scene just minutes after the Tag Team Title match at New Dawn in the dressing room of the Forgotten, the scene comes to life as Austin Stevens barges through the door still holding both tag team titles before tossing them in to his bag. Stevens is quickly followed by partner Hokori who has a snarl across his face.

H: Austin, I won't ask again...the title NOW!

Austin stops in his tracks, laughing at he does

AS: and what the f**k are you going to do?! Wait for me to fall over and try to pin me?! I thought you guys were meant to have f**king honour!

Hokori squares up to Stevens who smirks, the pair share a silence before Austin speaks again

H: It's an end to a mean Austin, it was a way to achieve what we have been sent out to do

Austin snarls, pushing past Hokori and landing a punch against a locker, causing it to dent

AS: NO! I don't give a f**k what we are meant to achieve...we are not acting like a pair of p*ssies! If we do it like that...then what's the f**king point?!

Before Hokori can speak Austin cuts him off

AS: I was brought in here to cause havoc and break bones...not take the easy way out like a f**king c**t! Do you f**king understand me?! Win, lose or draw...Austin Stevens is not a f**king p*ssy...never has been and never will be and if you try and show me up like that ever again...I will f**king kill you...understand?!

Hokori laughs

H: I will go out there and do what is right for the Forgotten, I don't let pride cloud my judgement!

AS: Pride?! f**k you! If you don't have pride then what the f**k do you have?! A nice gold belt to go around your waist...it's f**king pathetic. The fact that we're being given the easy way out makes me sick but you're stood their like you're the f**king man! Well you're acting like a b¡tch right now!

Austin pulls both title belts out of his bag and throws one belt down at Hokori's feet.

AS: You want the f**king belt then take it...but don't ever act like you're acting in the best interest of the Forgotten...you're just like those f**king c**ts out there who need a title belt to cover up the fact they have no f**king spine...that belt to you is nothing more than a f**king status symbol and it's making you act just like them...

Hokori snarls

H: and what's it to you Austin?!

AS: It's proof that no matter how f**king hard they try...they can't take what's mine away from me! My whole f**king life people have done everything in their power to take away any shred of happiness I have and me keeping this belt...is a big f**k you to each and ever single one of them. I'm not going to let those p*ssies take this away from me! That's what you don't f**king get though...that belt is just a possession in your hands so you have no guts when fighting for it...

...when I look at this belt...when I looked at the 6WF Hardcore belt I saw the face of every f**king *sshole who told me that I couldn't make it, I see the face of the police officer who told me that that son of a b¡tch was getting away with everything he did to my f**king mother...I see the f**king c**t Vicar telling me that my mother was in "a better place"...I see every bad piece of news that was thrown in my face growing up and I see myself surviving it with a smile on my f**king face...

...I will defend this belt until the day it's torn from my dead f**king hands but I will NOT take the p*ssies way out...for too f**king long I've been letting this group do that and it's time to f**king change!

Austin walks over to Hokori, placing his foot on the other title belt, still on the floor

AS: So either you start acting like you've got a pair of balls or you realise that Austin Stevens doesn't give second chances regularly...

Austin shoves past Hokori as the scene ends with Hokori stood in the dressing room