6CW Anarchy 16th May

Live from Wembley Arena

6CW Anarchy Pre show Including:
Fatal Four Way
Brandon Perez vs Jack Hurst vs Anthony Grace vs Mike Masters

Match 1
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Jimmy Phillips vs Geoff Steel

Match 2
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Austin Stevens vs Hokori

Match 3
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Aaron Heath v O'Callaghan

Match 4
Robin Reborn and Dicey Reilly vs Perfect Execution

Match 5
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Scorpion v Engel

Match 6
Joshua and Liam Wood vs James McManus and Cameron Faith

Match 7
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Cerberus v Conor Anderson

Match 8
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Marshall Murdoch v Crime Lord

Match 9
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Cassius Zhi v Keith Leone

Match 10
TV Title Tournament Round 2
Thunder v Max Adamson

*Our scene opens onto a set backstage with a dark background. Engel in his suit looking slightly uncomfortable is sat upon a steel chair facing just off centre of the camera towards Harold Lloyd sat opposite him.*

HA: At this time I would like to introduce my guest this evening. Engel.

*Engel nods his head*

EH: Shall we just get on with this Harold?

*Harold Lloyd adjusts some paperwork and nods his head*

HA: Indeed Engel, first of all lets talk about the TV title tournament. In the opening round, you defeated Anthony Grace in a gruelling one on one match that many people say took you both to your very limits...

*Engel laughs cockily and interrupts Harold*

EH: My very limits Harold? Really? Sure, Anthony Grace put up a fight. More than I would have given him credit for considering the build up but the outcome was expected.

*Harold clears his throat before moving on*

HA: The draw for the next round took place on our last edition of Anarchy, Engel how do you feel about taking on Scorpion in the second round?

*Engel looks a little occupied in thought as Harold speaks. He shakes his head and smiles*

EH: Lets talk about that draw shall we? What a star studded event that was. The great Gazzy returning to do the only thing his cripple of a body can probably do now, play around with balls hehehe...but seriously...my old friend Gazzy, what a play thing he would have become. I tried to catch up with him after the draw, but he cowered into hiding. Such a shame. Now as for your question...Scorpion...

*Engel adjusts himself in his seat and brushes his suit with his hand almost dismissively*

EH: ...Destiny Harold...snatched away from me by the selfish act of a fool...Dicey Reilly thinks his route to the top is through this childlike compulsion to rebel against the machinations of this corporation, I created this opportunity for him to relish, to bring him back from this stupor of lunacy...instead, he repays me by walking out on his match forfeiting his chances in this tournament...and so here I am, preparing to face the man that got the bye from this idiocy. Does he deserve to be here facing me in round two? Of course...he was in the right place at the right time. A two time 6WF hardcore champion, a submission specialist...but this is not his place and this is not his time...I forged this TV title, and it is MY time...

*Engel fidgets as Harold continues*

HA: At Anarchy you spoke about Night of Glory, claiming it was your night, even going so far as to boldly claim that you would headline the event over Robin Reborn...now we will get to your reaction to that match in a minute but...

*Engel looks a little uneasy at the mention of Robin Reborn*

HA: ...surely you can't honestly believe that the TV title will main event Night of Glory?

*Engel smiles*

EH: Harold, old friend...you look upon me now wearing this suit, a model 6CW superstar with such disdain..."corporate" Engel they say..."You sold out" they all chant...but there is a game in play and even the best laid plans of mice and men can go awry...I am neither Mouse nor man...Night of Glory is MY NIGHT...this time of year is very special to me, it is a time when I raise my game, and a time for me to finally show them all on the grandest stage of them all...

*Harold seems perplexed at Engels Equivocation*

HA: Speaking of raising your game, many have said your match against Robin Reborn was one of the greats, many being surprised by your ability to adapt and put on great matches against some of 6CW's top stars. Whats been the secret behind your success?

*Engel shakes his head an irritated look upon his face*

EH: BURIED...all around the internet, twitter, facebook, Tinder...thats what they are saying about me Harold...BURIED. I thought they buried the dead? I defeated Anthony Grace in the middle of that very ring...I took the peoples choice Robin Reborn to the very edge of his capabilities...whats my secret Harold? I am just the best at what I do...on any other night Robin Reborn would have been just another victim of my self fulfilling prophecy but it was not his night...on this road to Night of Glory...I am not his destiny...BURIED? Harold...I am very much alive and kicking...and at Anarchy I will show the world, that the grand plan is very much on course...

*Harold looks at Engel and nods his head*

HA: Engel thankyou for your time. Good luck in the TV title tournament. Thats it from me.

*The scene fades as a sinister smile crosses Engels face*

*The scene opens with Cameron Faith already stood in the middle of the ring a large curtain dangling from the roof. He is wearing tight grey joggers, a Weegy hoody, baseball cap and the UK Championship over his shoulder. He looks around impatiently waiting for the crowd stop shouting abuse before raising the microphone he is holding*

CF: In a few moments I am about to reveal a masterpiece of epic proportions. A small glimpse into just what makes Cameron Faith, a champion of the people, an icon of fashion and an inspiration to billions of folks all over the world.

Ha: What the hell is talking about?

He: I don’t know Harold, it’s pretty exciting though don’t you think.

CF: That’s why without further ado I want to unveil the first DVD release from Weegy Productions .

*Faith pulls a rope which drops the curtain to reveal a large picture of Cameron Faith stood cuddling the UK Championship*

CF: “FAITH, A 21st CENTURY PORTRAIT”

A documentary which follows me and only me as I create history, art, and ultimately entertain each and every single one of you as i successfully defend my UK Championship in 6CW’s first ever time attack match.

Crowd: Boooooooooooo

*The Titantron flickers into life and the crowd start at shout abuse as the film starts to play*

HA: FAITH! FAITH!

HE: SUPERKICK!

Faith spins on the spot, but he ducks under Heath’s clothesline attempt…

HA: ANOTHER SUPERKICK!

HE: COVER!

Ref: 1…………………………….2………………………………………..3!

Ring Announcer: CAMERON FAITH is the CURRENT UK CHAMPION…There is 9 seconds remaining!

Faith gets up to his feet, before he delivers a superkick to Kingdom for good measure! Faith leans on the ropes, looking towards the clock…

5…………….4……………….3…………………2……………….1.............
Ding, Ding, Ding!

*The clip finishes as the Titantron flickers off and the camera returns to Faith stood proudly in the ring*

CF: This film itself is a visual representation of the beauty, craftsmanship and genius only I can bring to this wrestling ring and shows just why I’m the Braveheart of creativity. Why i am so important to this sport.

I mean it’s no coincidence that ratings are up, merchandise sales are up and profits are up since I joined 6CW.

I’ve said it before and no doubt i will say it again. I am the number one most impactful wrestler of our generation, these figures just don’t lie.

*Faith fixes the belt over his shoulder as he looks over the fans shouting abuse*

CF: That’s why Jones has stopped pitting me against the likes of Brandon Perez and finally placed me in a match were my talents can truly flourish. A match were i can show the world champions of this company what true potential looks like.

All I need now is for the moron whose only job is to hit play on the right song to get my fecking entrance music right.

*The crowd start chanting “I fought the law” to the visible frustration of Faith*

Ha: He is about to step foot in the ring two of the most dominant wrestlers in the world today, two world champions and he thinks he will teach them something?

He: Why not, he is the Braveheart if creativity after all

CF: And after i win this match single handed its only a matter of time before the sequel to “Faith, A 21st century portrait” is me winning my first World Championship at Night of Glory

Ha: Single handed?

He: Well he is partnered by James McManus.

Ha: McManus is quite possibly the best technical wrestler in the world today. If anyone takes him lightly he will have them wrapped up and pinned before i can say told you so.

*Faith stands UK in the centre of the ring UK Championship raised as “Ain’t no stopping me” blasts out around the arena.

*The camera pans around the 6CW universe packed into Wembley Arena, and eventually lands on Harold and Henry Lloyd who are sat at ringside*

HA: "Welcome viewers, and partner! What a cracking show we have lined up this week, with the second round of the TV title tournament taking centre stage. There are many mouth watering ties in this round, Zhi vs Leone, Murdoch vs Crime Lord and of course Adamson vs Thunder, but the potential sleeper contest of the night for me is between Aaron Heath and newcomer O'Callaghan."

HE: "I agree partner. Heath on paper starts as a massive favourite, but in his short time so far O'Callaghan has shown his ability, and picked up a huge victory over Lex Hart in the first round of the tournament."

HA: "Well that was a debatable victory for the young Irishman, but he is undefeated in his young career in 6CW so far, also being part of a three on three tag team match win last week, a match in which he held his own against former champions like Keith Leone and Mike Masters."

HE: "Kids got potential Harold, and he knows it too!"

HA: "Yes brother he's not afraid to tell everyone how good he thinks he is."

HE: "Well he's backed up his words so far! And I believe we are going to hear from him again, and it looks like he's got the crew here to set him up a 'set' in the ring..."

*The camera cuts to the ring where there is a living room setup, with two chairs either side of a 'fire' and 'brick wall', with a clock beside the bigger of the two chairs.*

HA: "Yes it appears he's brought the living room from his Irish mansion which we saw on his introductory videos to the 6CW ring!"

HE: "If you got the money, why not. I wonder what the great man has to say"

*The arena goes dark, then 'Run this Town' starts to play as multi-coloured strobe lighting filling the darkened area, the camera cuts to O'Callaghan, in a three piece all white suit, walking through the backstage area, with a great swagger to the music making his way out through the curtain. O'Callaghan stands at the top of the stage, inhales the air and walks down to the ring, avoiding members of the crowd while holding his arms out, walking with a swagger to the music. He reaches the ring apron and surveys the front row, picking out a young guy in his teens wearing an 'Murdoch and Zhi use red sauce as anal lube' t-shirt. O’Callaghan goes to hand him a fifty pound note, but whisks it away and enters the ring. O'Callaghan picks up a mic...*

O'Callaghan: "6CW universe, esteemed colleagues at ringside, and those watching in the back, I bring to you today a historic landmark in 6CW history. As you will see from my surroundings, I have indeed brought my Irish mansion to the 6CW ring, and tonight we will have the first edition of the hit Irish chat show, 'O'Callaghan O'Clock'!"

*O'Callaghan beams as he reveals a sign above the 'fire' that reads 'O'Callaghan O'Clock', and underneath in small writing 'sponsored by Guinness'*

O'Callaghan: "Yes ladies and gentleman of the 6CW universe, yours truly is not only the best wrestler in 6CW, he is also the most charismatic and enchanting - I have all the assets a man could ever have!*

*O'Callaghan chuckles to himself as the crowd chant 'You tapped out' in reference to his controversial finish against Lex Hart a few weeks ago on Anarchy*

O'Callaghan: "I'm surprised you hillbillies can even remember something that happened that long ago!"

*The crowd boo vociferously, as O'Callaghan goads them, and takes his seat in the larger chair to the side of the 'fire' and beside the big clock*

O'Callaghan: "Now while I get myself comfortable, let me explain a little bit of the history behind 'O'Callaghan O'Clock' to you folks. Some of the greatest competitors in Irish wrestling history have sat down to talk to yours truly on this show, from my old partner McSheffrey to the legend Father Jack. And there was one common denominator to all of their fates...they all fell at the feet of O'Callaghan."

*The crowd boo O'Callaghan as he makes the statement*

O'Callaghan: "What are you hicks booing about now? Oh wait a second is it this?"

*O'Callaghan leaps up from his chair, heads round the back of the 'fire/wall' and begins to paint on the back of the set*

O'Callaghan: "Ah there we go that should do it"

*O'Callaghan finishes painting the words "It's better for the people at home to see a fake fire than your ugly faces sitting in the front row" onto the back of the set, aimed at the people sitting opposite camera side hidden by the set, drawing intense heat from the crowd over that side. O'Callaghan now returns to his seat*

O'Callaghan: "Half of you probably can't even read that, but you will boo anyways! Anyways, onto more important matters...I see that the next draw of the TV title tournament has been made, and yours truly is up against one Aaron Heath!"

*The crowd cheer for Heath*

O'Callaghan: "Well me being the fine gentleman and chat show host that I am, thought it would be good for the first guest on 'O'Callaghan O'Clock' to be my victim in the second round of the TV tournament, so without further ado......."

*O'Callaghan looks towards the titantron/stage and raises his arm....*

*As the crowd chant for Aaron Heath the lights around the arena go off one by one. A spotlight shines at the bottom of the ramp and slowly makes its way up the ramp to the entranceway. 'Hysteria' plays as the crowd begin to Boo loudly, the familiar figure of Engel in a suit walks out into the light bowing to the audience. Engel walks slowly down the entranceway, the spotlight following him*

HA: WHAT THE...Whats Engel doing out here?

HE: Engel clearly wants to check out his future opposition...

HA: Engel has his own match against Scorpion to worry about, why worry about something that might never happen...

HE: I am sure Engel will address his opponent in due course Harold...but you have to admire Engels confidence...

HA: Confidence or just plain insanity? Either way, with the potential of Aaron Heath AND Scorpion coming out here...O'Callaghan O'clock just became the most electric time to be a 6CW fan...

*O'Callaghan looks angry and confused as he watches Engel walk up the Steel steps slowly smiling back at him. He steps carefully through the ropes and after one last bow to the booing audience, the lights come back up and his music stops. Engel walks around the ring prodding the 'set', an impatient O'Callaghan looking on. Engel then looks at the seat and signals as if to say is that for me, before sitting in the chair and kicking back. O'Callaghan goes to speak but Engel puts a finger to his own mouth gently and interrupts*

EH: Its okay, you don't have to welcome me onto the show...I very much appreciate the invitation hehehe. O'Callaghan O'clock...I like it, it has a nice ring to it. That being said, O'Callaghan...well your name does sound a little like a reject from the Police Academy movies...

*O'Callaghan clearly becomes impatient with the clown*

HA: You do not want to cross O'Callaghan thats for certain.

HE: HAHA This is brilliant...

EH: I am out here first and foremost to discuss my upcoming Television title match against 6WF former legend Scorpion. Now I say former legend because I am yet to see anything to suggest that he is anything but a washed up has been...much like a fellow former legend...Dicey Reilly. Yes the 6CW superstar currently causing carnage in order to feel relevant. It was that very man that walked away from Scorpion in the first round of the Television title Tournament. So this match tugs a little at my heart strings...because you see, seemingly if Dicey had have competed in his match in the first round...we would have had a little reunion of sorts in this ring...Destiny stolen from me...that is why I intend to show Scorpion what happens when you stand in front of MY DESTINY...

CROWD: BOOOOO!

*Engel smiles and claps in the chair as the fans chant “You sold out”*

HA: Engel's arrogance will come back to bite him I am certain of that...

HE: Harold, Engel has every right to be arrogant, he was the catalyst that created this tournament, it is his destiny to win, can you not see that...

HA: I must admit Engel has in recent weeks certainly shown he has the ability, but this suit wearing cocky demeanour is certainly unbecoming of him...

*Engel leans forward and looks at O'Callaghan almost admirably*

EH: You want to know the real reason I am out here O'Callaghan, to see the man that defeated Lex Hart in this very ring. To look him in the eye, to congratulate him, maybe even to thank him...

*O'Callaghan nods in approval but Engel frowns*

EH:...Unfortunately as I look into your eyes...I dont see that man...Lex Hart defeated himself when he saw my name in that tournament bracket...you see he knew deep down, when his time was up...he fears the very thing I have become and in that doubt...YOU took advantage, grabbing the tights, pinning him to reach round two of this tournament.

*Engel leans back smugly as O'Callaghan looks ready to go against Engel*

HA: Engel is truly setting the cat amongst the pigeons...

HE: He has never been the type to want to make friends though as he Harold...

EH: So you might say I Engel, put you in this spot right now against Aaron Heath...So O'Callaghan, ask me something...ask me how I feel MY TV title tournament is going...ask me who I think will succeed out of the two of you...ask me how it felt to take Robin Reborn to the edge...hehehe...

*Engel smiles cockily waiting for a response from O' Callaghan...*

*Robin Reborn is walking through the corridors backstage; pink leather jacket, red Dre Beats round his neck, and a red pair of trousers gracing over his Adidas Originals in a bright shade of pink. He powers onwards as Charlotte Grey stands to meet him, and then does her best to match his pace as she scurries alongside, mic in hand.

RR: Your boy got business to attend to Missy G, holla fast and holla quick.

CG: Anything exclusive you can hand me now?

RR: Your sound men have about 60 seconds before they hitting my jam

CG: And was that match with Engel the perfect preparation for the monster at Night of Glory?

*Reborn stops in his tracks, causing Charlotte to stumble before turning back to him

RR: Wait just one second. Not a choice has been made. I've got me some weeks ahead to torture and tease.

CG: but you made a choice; Adamson was your man but he lost. Joshua remains...

RR: Adamson won that fight, but that's not why I'm here. When Adamson got robbed, my options changed.

CG: So we're back to square one?

*Reborn walks on again, smiling now

RR: Oh, you all are. I know exactly what's gonna happen. But where's the fun in telling secrets?

CG: But what about that fight last week, surely defeating Engel is a great sign of what you can do against the bigger challengers?

RR: Engel is about as strong as he is crazy, but I don't wanna go back into that hell.

*Do or Die starts to play and Reborn stops just at the curtain.

RR: It's business time!

*Reborn steps through the curtain and the crowd explode. He salutes the fans and runs down the ramp

HA: This place is electric every time he steps out...Robin Reborn and this 6CW crowd are having quite the love affair!

*Reborn goes across the ring, grabs a mic and then sits atop one of the turnbuckles.

RR: Well, Wembley, don't we have quite the night ahead of us!

*F*** Jones!

RR: Dicey hasn't accepted our once in a lifetime team name, the Fresh Princes of Bel Eire, but we're going into a night with a hell of a lot of history. Me and Dicey have locked horns over the tag titles, and the partner that stabbed him in the back will be standing across from us tonight. And we both want revenge. He robbed Dicey, and he robbed me of a match of the ages.

*Reborn stops to ponder

RR: And Perfect Execution...well we have our past. The team too scared to challenge for the tag titles.

Tonight is another chance for me to show what I do best. And taking those two down as I do it is one hell of a bonus.

“Born to Fight” hits as Dicey walks out on stage wearing half a Pink potato and half a PJ and Drunken t-shirt and sporting a black eye from his battle at Anarchy

HA: Nostalgia running deep in this match

HE: He was left behind by two better partners; he needs to get over it

Dicey rolls into the ring and nods to Reborn

Crowd: F**K JONES

Dicey: They are playing my song.........nice to see you again JJ jr, hopefully this match will end without me getting stabbed in the back but I don’t see Mr UKIP standing with you anymore so I don’t know it it’ll work out that way

Reborn just smirks at Diceys jabs

Dicey: I’m only f**kin with ya homeslice, Dicey got no beef wit you....ey (Dicey tries to do the Westside sign with his fingers but fails)

HA: What is he doing?

HE: It’s like a Dad trying to be cool to his sons friends

Dicey: Last week was I bit of a rollercoaster for me, I lost my match but got to f**k with Jonsey, oh it’s the little things in life I love, you see Jones messed up big time last week, nobody cared that he messed with me and the rest in the Xtreme title scene but now he has screwed over one of his cash cows Max Adamson (crowd pop) and he showed the world what I have been saying for weeks, Jones is a w**k stain, he doesn’t care who he runs over as long as he gets what he wants, no we have Jazzy Jeff over there coming out wearing the Dicey tinfoil hat, not so crazy ramblings of a drunk now are they Rob, I have seen all this before, I have been in this company since time began, I have see Owners and Tyrants come and go but I am still here, I have out lasted your Keanes, your Dubious and your Leidermanns, Empires fall and it only takes one man crazy enough to start the shouting

Crowd: DI-CEY

Dicey: Talking about old regimes seeing as there is a lot of history in this match, a lot of emotions that will surface because of the underhandedness of my former partners, I thought I would wear out a t-shirt I like to call....betrayal.....Lex and I had some great times in the Pink Potato camp, you see Lex was in what would you call it...oh yeah a slump but good old Dicey was there to help another Original to get back on his feet, I helped him get back to winning ways and all that time he was f**king this company from behind the shadows and really the leader of Genesis (Crowd boo) did it hurt, I’m man enough to say it did but not as much as what his coward of a partner did to me

Crowd: JACK SUCKS

Dicey: I came back here to help you out Jack you son of a who*e, I came out of retirement to help a friend and what did you do........you shafted me, we were just about to be crowned tag team champs (Reborn starts laughing), sorry is my memory hazy or where you not laying on your back unconscious......anyway it was going to be the perfect comeback for both of us but you just couldn’t be happy and I’ll be happy to repay the favour again Jack, Old wounds don’t heal I’m f**king Irish and we know how to hold a grudge

By Myself booms out of the speakers and the crowd erupt

HE: Well they called him out. Say what you want about Lex but he doesn’t back down from a challenge

HA: Tell that to Reborn. Where was he when the Red Arrows called him and Jack out for the Tag titles?

HE: They have nothing to prove. Perfect Execution are the best of all time. Why should they react to the empty threats of a couple of wannabe’s?

Lex walks out onto the stage; he mockingly beats his chest as he surveys the crowd

HE: Lex is a 6CW legend; this crowd should be bowing at his feet

HA: Lex Hart is a great in this business, there is no doubting that but the way he has gone about his work over the years has been absolutely disgusting at times. Lex Hart damn nearly ruined this company not to mention the other companies he destroyed. That man’s ego and selfishness is second to only one man in my eyes and that is the current owner of 6CW Mr Jones!

Lex grabs a microphone from ringside. Dicey invites him into the ring but Lex stays at the bottom of the ramp

Lex smiles
LH: I’m not as stupid as you look

The crowd boo as Dicey shakes his head

LH: Some big words you both had for me and Jack there. I didn’t want you to think we weren’t listening so I thought ahh what the hell I’d come out here, just for the craic you know Dicey…

I wouldn’t want all this effort for nothing. You two seem to really care about what we think, I think we maybe struck a nerve with the two of you, huh?

LH: Soooo, lets clear one thing up first shall we?

I didn’t screw Dicey……. Jack didn’t screw Dicey…………

Lex smiles
LH: Dicey screwed Dicey

LH: You play the big man, you talk the tough talk but when it comes down to it you just haven’t got the balls to do what it takes to be great Dicey…

Back in the days Dicey Alex Walker suggested we recruit you for Genesis but I refused, ya know why?

Lex wipes his lips
LH: Because you’re too scared to be that guy!!

You don’t have it in you. That’s why you lost to Liam Wood. That’s why Jack turned his back on you and that’s why I wanted nothing more to do with you!!

You claim to fly the 6CW banner like some kind of beacon of hope but the only thing in the wind that I see is Dicey Reilly waving the white flag

You gave up your spot in the TV tournament and for what?

To play sidekick again and to him??

Lex shakes his head

LH: I look back on my career with pride and I look to my future with absolute confidence. I look back at yours with shame and regret and your future….

Lex laughs and points at Reborn
LH: It’s going the same way…

As we return from a message from 6cw sponsors Last Resort begins to sound from the arena speakers, the fans clamber to their feet and show appreciation for one half of the tag team champions. Geoff Steel hope out from behind the curtain waving to the fans, he lifts the championship belt in the air on the centre of the stage to another reaction from the crowd, before walking down to the ring smiling greeting fans as he passes. He eventually climbs up into the ring and is tossed a microphone from ringside.

HA: Steel and Mike were successful in their first defence of their newly acquired titles last week, sending out a clear message.

HE: if Hokori and Stevens were on the same page that wouldn't have happened.

Steel allows his music to fade and the crowd to fall silent before lifting the microphone to his mouth.

GS: Wow what a reception as always, from week to week you guys always surprise us with your support and I can't sufficiently put it in words how much it means to us, last week you were immense in cheering us home when our titles were on the line, it's my pleasure to stand out here still one half of the 6CW tag team champions, I'd also like to thank my partner Mike for showing great character and picking up the three count, my respect for you grows greater everyday. I know the question on everyone's mind, who next? Which team in 6CW will get the next chance to face off against us, id like to know as much as all you, the tag team division here is going from strength to strength there are no easy opponents out there, all that is guaranteed is a great contest with whoever we face, I can't wait to put these titles on the line again and challenge myself to beat the best there is to offer.

Steel raises the title again to a pop before placing it in the corner of the ring.

GS: This next week however my attention needs to be turned again to the television tournament and my opponent Jimmy Phillips in what no doubt will be yet another cracking contest. Jimmy worked hard to get through to this round of the competition no doubt harder than anybody else.

HA: Didn't Phillips have a bye Henry?

GS: It must be hard being Mr Jones personal aid, when he needs his colostomy bag changing or his bunions filed down.

HE: How dare he speak of Jones in that way

GS: I'm sure the plan Jones had Jimmy when he gave you an automatic place was giving you an advantage over the rest of us, keeping you fresh and advancing any chance you had of claiming that title. In my head though all he's done is painted a huge target on your back for the rest of us to take aim at, I'm glad it's me that gets the chance to show yourself and Jones that personal favours don't always have the desired effect and I look forward to advancing into the further stages of this competition.

Steel then walks to the corner he placed his title belt in and retrieves it.

GS: One thing I feel I need to promise all you guys though and also my tag team partner is, no matter how far I advance in this tournament I will always be giving it one hundred percent to defend this championship belt, we all came to 6CW in the hope of singles glory and climbing to the top, but tag team wrestling has helped me rebuild my career and it is something I'm not willing to give up just yet so whilst this title is around my waist my integrity will never need to be questioned and my focus will be on building a legacy as one of the leading teams in 6CW.

Last Resort then begins to sound once more as Steel climbs the turnbuckle thrusting the title in the air.

Dicey walks around Lex and looks at his a** to the bemusement of the arena

Dicey: Sorry I wasn’t checking you out sure we’ve all seen the dvd, no I was looking for Jess, she is usually behind you with her hand up your ar*e working you like a puppet but fair play son you grew a pair and came out alone.....not like you’d know with those budgie smugglers on

Dicey smiles and walks back to Lex’s face

Dicey: You see Lex I DON’T have to be that guy...I don’t need to stab people in the back to get what I want, I don’t have to have a crew of ar*ehats to have my back to get what I want and I don’t need some two bit who*e to do my talking, mine is at home spending all this money she thinks I have and awaiting for my return on her knees like any good woman would

HA: That’s a bit much

Dicey: I get what I want the old fashioned way, face to face and fist to fist, not like you and Jack.....a** to....

Crowd: A**

Dicey: You and PJ couldn’t handle how much these fans loved me, how much I mean to them, I the guy you two always wanted to be, growing up looking at you cousins getting all the love and thats what you wanted Lex but for on little flaw.....yes you have the talent but you are a d**khead plain and simple and nobody likes d**kheads Lex.........well we know Jess does

Crowd: WH*RE

Reborn starts to laugh as Dicey walks past him

Dicey: Oh and everyone knows Robin is ALWAYS the sidekick

Dicey winks at Reborn who stops laughing

Lex laughs

LH: You get what you want?

So you wanted to be thrown down those stairs and had your ass handed to you by Liam 'I cut myself' Wood?

You wanted Jack to play you for the mug you are.....

And you wanted me terrorize this company whilst you sat with your finger up your ass?

Lex starts to clap
LH: Well played Dicey. You've been living the dream!!

Lex looks towards Reborn

LH: Don't think I've forgotten about you either. I'm just having too much fun catching up with an old friend, but make yourself comfy Robin. This might go on a while...

Reborn leans back in the corner and places his hands behind his head

LH: Come on Dicey. I was expecting more from you. Cheap shots against Jessica. Plllleease....

When did you become a caricature of yourself. I'm honestly disappointed. You're a walking talking Dicey Reilly cliché

Alcohol - Check
Obscenities - Check
Sexual reference involving Sally Hendrix - Check

You're doing Dicey Reilly by numbers - Is this what you've really become?

Dicey looks at Lex with more fire in his eyes

Dicey: I can’t change who I am Lex, this is me DICEY REILLY warts and all, I could have taken the easy way out, done a deal with the devil but then I would be just like you and your better half, sc*mbags that would sell out their own just for a shot at the big time but what’s this you are not in the big time are you Lex, I don’t see a belt around your waist just a 260lb piece of sh*t around you neck, hell I could say the same to Jack, two rats floating around the sewer not knowing what is going to happen or who they are fighting week in or week out, no wonder you two got back together you are both as pathetic as each other, Genesis is done.....6WF is done.....Lex Hart and Perfect Jacks careers are done........how about that for a check list

Crowd: DICEY

Dicey: Do you hear that Lex, the crowd want me, that is what respect sounds like, they won’t cheer your name because they have seen it all before, Lex looks for redemption, Lex screws 6CW, Jack looks for redemption, Jack screws 6CW, it’s no wonder you haven’t been sniffing around Jones’ ar*e but I guess you would have to fight your way in and we know you don’t like to fight for anything..........so F**K YOU LEX AND F**K YOUR LITTLE PARTNER TOO

Crowd: F**K LEX

Lex is grinning from ear to ear

LH: Did I touch a nerve. Came a little close to home... The truth hurts huh?

Lex points at himself
LH: You see I don't need someone to tell me what I've done in the past. I know my history. I used to fight against it. I used to think I had to make up for it but you know what those weak days are beyond me. I don't need to apologise. I don't need to be ashamed. I am proud of what I have achieved.

That look of hate in your eyes, the utter contempt you have for me. That means I am very good at what I do, the best in fact....

A you suck chant reverberates around the arena

LH: For all the words Dicey. For all the insistence that I am in your past, that my days are numbered, my career is done. You know that I'm not that easy to get rid of. You know me better than anyone. You have seen first hand what I am capable of, how far I am willing to go...

I have plenty more fight in me Dicey. I have no plans to hang up my boots any time soon. So this problem you have with me and Jack, that is going to get the chance to play out in real time

Monday night may just be the start but I promise you. You hate me now, wait and see how much you hate me once I'm finished!!

Lex is smiling again, he goes to walk back up the ramp but Reborn jumps down from the ropes to stand next to Dicey who has raised the palm of his hand in the air

RR: Hold on just a second there, Lex. Not like you to turn your back and run before the real fun begins now is it?

Crowd: F*** Lex!

RR: Not even Hepatitis J back there is doing that. A woman so foul she has Lou Gehrig's other disease.

*Reborn turns to Dicey

RR: You like that one?

*Dicey keeps his glare on Lex so Robin continues

RR: Thanks for the history lesson, gents, but its 2016. Not that you'd know looking at Lex and Jack hobbling around this place. Even with Jones's in desperate times he still knows there is nothing to gain from offering P*sspoor Education a shot at any titles.

Crowd: You've not got it! x5

RR: On Monday you step into the ring with two reckless, fearless and talented motherf**kers who just will. not. stop coming at you.

*Reborn points to Dicey

RR: He's mad as hell, and ain't gonna take it any more.

*Points to himself

RR: And I want to step right on your face as I climb the mountain to the top of this place...

*Reborn opens his arms out wide and the crowd erupts as he beckons Hart to join them in the ring

*The scene opens up with Conor Anderson sat at a table, alone. His hands are cuffed to the table and he looks bored as the door opens and Mr Jones enters the room with two security guards.

Jones: Thank you for waiting, Conor...

*Anderson looks at the cuffs and then merely stares into the distance. Jones walks around the table and pulls out a chair.

Jones: I know we haven't had much chance to talk since your arrival here in 6CW, I apologise for that but with Night of Glory in the offing I'm extremely busy....

*Anderson still doesn't answer so Jones presses on

Jones: I have to congratulate you on your performance last week....not many men can come into this organisation and score a pinfall victory over a former world champion in only their second match....that's the kind of talent I am always on the lookout for...

*Jones seems to think he is buttering Conor up but his words garner no reaction

Jones: I must admit I thought you'd be a little more talkative....from everything I have been told by the Sullivans you have been extremely vocal about your treatment at their hands and now mine...I thought perhaps now would be a potent time to air any of those grievances.....we are, after all, in business together now....

*Conor stares at his hands for a moment, pulling at the chains slightly

Anderson: No we're not...

Jones: I'm sorry?

*Anderson finally raises his head and he stares into Jones' eyes, his own lifeless and haunted.

Anderson: We're not in business together and you'd do well to remember that. Any business you have is with the men responsible for my hands being chained to this table. Where is he by the way?

*Jones raises his eyebrows

Anderson: Don't play dumb....Sullivan has been here for every show so far, barking orders at me, and yet now I can't seem to find him anywhere...

Jones: Jack had to attend to urgent business back in New York....he'll return soon enough, until then though I assure you that you're in very safe hands...

*Jones smirks at Anderson, who merely continues to stare

Jones: Come now Conor, whether you are happy about the agreement I have reached with your employers or not....the fact remains that right now your contract is in my possession and therefore I am in charge of your actions....

Anderson: How about you unlock these cuffs and we test that theory?

*Jones laughs

Jones: I love that fire about you, Conor....it's the reason I was so determined to bring you here to 6CW...

Anderson: To be your lackey...

Jones: To help me revolutionise and restore order to this company.....I must admit certain decisions and choices on my behalf have been unwise but now is the time to rule with an iron fist once more...

Anderson: And you truly believe I am the man to do that? A guy who give the chance would separate your head from your shoulders....

Jones: The difference between you, Conor, and everybody else is that I have complete and utter control over you....not just your professional life but your personal one too....you don't have a leg to stand on, not a an ounce of power....because one foot out of line with me and the Sullivans will turn that five year sentence of yours into something far more substantial...

*Jones grins evilly and Anderson's brow furrows

Jones: I don't want to be that guy, Conor, I don't want to whip you raw in order for you to dance to the beat of my drum....I want you to want to help me, to assist me, because if we are on the same page there isn't a damn thing that can stop us....I am the most powerful man in professional wrestling and you are without a shadow of a doubt one of the greatest superstars in the world today.....this is a partnership that could run roughshod over the rest of the playing field......you fall into line with my regime and I'll make sure you are rewarded beyond your wildest dreams....

Anderson: And what about the Sullivans?

Jones: You leave Jack and Arnold to me....

*Anderson considers Jones for a moment and then he begins to laugh, almost maniacally. Jones seems unsure at first but then joins in the laughter. The two security guards begin to look apprehensive as Conor stops abruptly and suddenly looks thunderous

Anderson: Let me make something very clear to you, Jones...when all of this began, when I was screwed over by the Sullivans and put behind bars I swore revenge, I swore to myself that it didn't matter how long it took or how long I had to wait because one day I'd get even and my face would be the last thing those two sons of b1tches ever saw...

*Jones' grin has now disappeared

Anderson: And along the way there where others.....Diablo & The Horsemen.....the New York City Police Department.....Judge James Manson.....the security guards of the Metropolitan Security Centre.....and now there's you....

*Jones takes a deep gulp

Anderson: Pathetic men all on the pay roll of the Sullivans, all happy to take and take.....making profit on my misfortune and downfalll.....and what started out as a personal vendetta for revenge on the two men who put me behind bars has developed into a crusade that will lead to me putting each and every one of you beneath the dirt....

*Anderson yanks at his chains and Jones recoils slightly as the security guards step forward

Anderson: I'll do whatever I'm obligated to do because you're right, you've got me over the proverbial barrel with my pants around my ankles, but each and every time you make a request of me or you force me into a situation that isn't of my choosing, just remember that when these cuffs come off it's another reason for me to come looking for you....

*Jones sits forwards once more and seems to regain his composure

Jones: I need to make it very clear that nobody speaks to me like that, nobody makes threats against me and gets away with it....

Anderson: No threats, I don't deal in those....what I'm telling is cold hard fact......you want me out there to deal with Crime Lord then you got your damn wish....I'll fight any goddamn battle you want and I'll smile whilst I do it....but don't ever fall into the pretence that I'm your soldier....every blow landed on guys like that is a step closer to my real enemies...to men like you...

*Jones pulls out a folder and slides it across the table to Anderson

Jones: That is everything you need to know about him.....strengths, weaknesses....a full in-depth review.....plenty of reading whilst you sit in your cell...

*Anderson stares at the folder for a second and then back at Jones

Anderson: I don't need this garbage...

Jones: I insist.....this isn't a man you take on without preparation....I may not like him but he represents a real and legitimate threat...

Anderson: I don't doubt his talent, abilities or past achievements....I'm fully aware of who he is and what he can do, his reputation precedes him....but so does mine...two matches into my 6CW career and I already knocked off a 400 plus pound behemoth as well as two former world champions and top tier contender....you've seen exactly what I am capable of and I have one thing that nobody else on this roster has...

Jones: Which is what?

Anderson: A reason to survive....all of the men you pay to entertain your fans have goals, targets and dreams....they have aspirations to be champions, megastars and to make more money than they even know how to spend.....

Jones: And you don't?

Anderson: Once upon a time....and maybe one day that'll return....but right now you can shove your dreams where the sun don't shine......I live a nightmare every single day but inside here...

*Anderson jabs his chest

Anderson: Burns a fire that cannot be extinguished....it isn't a happy feeling, nor does it fill me with warmth....but it keeps me sane, it keeps me going and it drives me above and beyond.....you see it doesn't matter who you pit me against, how many times they beat me up, put me on my a55 because I'll keep getting back up, I'll keep going because there isn't one thing in this world that's gonna stop me from getting to where I need to be....

There is no obstacle big enough nor a challenge hard enough to get between me and those have wronged me....

*The smile is beginning to return to Jones' face

Anderson: For those who cross my path, I apologise in advance, it isn't personal but I'm going to do whatever I have to and whatever it takes....

Jones: Monday night you have a huge opportunity in the TV Title tournament against Cerberus.....I thought...

Anderson: Don't think anything....I've already told you that you can keep your trinkets and championship belts.....I know you've made a huge power play with this tournament but don't expect me to be grateful....

Jones: As we've already been through, I expect you to do as your goddamn told....

*Anderson raises his eyebrows

Jones: This tournament is a massive string to my bow, it's my exertion of dominance....I'm taking control and what better way to send a message to those who have defied me than my man walking away with that belt slung over his shoulder....

Anderson: The gold means nothing to me....

*Jones slams his fist down on the table

Jones: WELL IT DOES TO ME.....AND RIGHT NOW WHAT I WANT, YOU'RE GOING TO DO FOR ME.....

*Anderson glowers at Jones

Anderson: I'll forgive that one outburst, you seem a man under pressure, but I promise you that you continue raising your voice to me and I don't care if I have to do 20 years, I'll rip your throat out...

*Jones seems to remember himself

Jones: I just want business taken care of...you work for me and I expect you to do as your told....Cerberus is a maniac, a ruthless monster.....he cannot be underestimated

*Anderson yanks at his chains and draws his chair right up to table

Anderson: I want you to watch real closely on Monday night when they release me from these shackles....because when my match is over and done with they'll be talking about a maniac, a ruthless monster, a blood-thirsty animal hell-bent on destruction.....but it won't be Cerberus they're talking about....you're gonna see just why the Sullivans insist on these chains everywhere I go....

You may have scrapped the Xtreme division but I'll make sure the TV Championship is baptised in blood all the same....

*The scene ends with Anderson looking furious and Jones positively gleeful

The crowd boo as Cassius Zhi appears on the Titantron. He takes a sip of tea as he allows the fans to get their jeering out of their system.

Cassius : Last week I defeated the freedom fighter. This week… I will defeat the status quo!

Keith Leone.

An analogue angel in the digital age. Always there for 6CW to rely on at the time of crisis, yet too archaic to take pride of place in their everyday home any more.

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius shrugs dismissively as he takes a sip of tea

Cassius : Don’t get me wrong, 6CW. I admire Keith Leone. I do!

Before I arrived here, every time I tuned in to 6CW programming it always seemed to in the midst of a battle for ownership, a battle for control, or a battle for its very identity. And every time I tuned in, I would see Keith Leone fighting the good fight. Fighting for what he resolutely believed was right. Stealing the very show he was saving!

I cannot fail to admire such stoicism. But where has it got Keith Leone?

In fact, I’m already bored talking about someone as obsolete as Keith Leone… WHERE DID IT GET 6CW?

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 6-C-DUB! 6-C-DUB!

Cassius : Because when the time came for Cassius Zhi to step through the looking glass, into this recurrent soap opera, what do I find? The same old story…

Cassius leans forward towards the camera

Cassius : 6CW like the aftermath of a messy divorce on the Falkland Islands. Who owns this? … Who owns that? … Who owns who? …. Who owns Conor Anderson?… So let me start to offer up some much needed clarity around here. Let me make at least one issue of ownership clear in absolutely everybody’s minds…

… that 6CW TV Title is MINE!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius leans back and takes a sip of his tea

Cassius : As it should be! Because I am everything television should be about. Take Lord Reith’s mission statement for the good ol’ BBC;

I educate… because let’s face it, all you idiots sure as hell need it!

I inform…. in that I leave every last one of you in absolutely no doubt whatsoever that you are indeed an idiot!

And I sure as hell entertain – every damn second I’m on your screen.

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius seethes. Losing patience with the audience, he begins pointing down the camera

Cassius : And mine is a story that deserves to be shown on that screen. A tale of overcoming true adversity. Not adversity like "my boss pays me hundreds of thousands of pounds and has the nerve to tell me what to do"… REAL ADVERSITY! Coming from NOTHING!

TV stars don’t come from China. TV Champions don’t’ come from China.

WELL THEY DO NOW!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius : What’s the matter, 6CW? You Brits love an underdog don’t you? Someone who comes from nothing to win everything?

DON’T YOU?

Isn’t that why you all so vehemently cheered Leicester City on to their Premier League title victory?

Fans : YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Cassius smirks and rubs his face aggressively, taking an aggressive sip of tea

Cassius : Or is it because people like you…. LOSERS like you… just love to see the best fail?

You don’t give a damn about Leicester City! You couldn’t care less about Leicester City last year, you couldn’t care less about Leicester City next year. You just want to see the biggest guy… the richest guy… the most talented guy LOSE because you’re all so pathetic, and so jealous that you will NEVER be the biggest, NEVER be the richest, AND NEVER BE THE BEST, at ANYTHING YOU DO!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Cassius : It’s the same damn reason you spend every hour you’re not sat here wishing you were one of us, sat in front of your TV watching Game of Thrones, watching The Walking Dead, watching Superman or Batman or Iron Man wishing you were someone else, ANYONE ELSE, because you’ll never be that guy. You will never be ME!

Cassius furiously swigs away the last of his tea, throwing the cup away behind him. He continues talking over the loud jeers of the crowd

Cassius : And that is why I am the rightful 6CW TV Champion… because I am the one you can lose yourself in. I am the one you will always daydream about being as you watch me destroy Keith Leone, and then destroy the quarter finalists, destroy the semi finalists, DESTROY the finalist, and once I am Champion, in true TV style I will repeat, repeat, repeat, REPEAT… REPEAT like I’ve got the syndication rights on sadism!

Cassius breathes heavily as he slowly sits back in his chair, his angered expression finally giving way to a twisted smirk.

Cassius : That 6CW TV Title is mine.

And 6CW’s revolution WILL be televised!

As Dicey and Reborn are signalling for Lex Hart to enter the ring, I am Perfection hits as Perfect Jack walks down the aisle and greets Lex. Lex turns around and smirks at the arrival of Perfect Jack. The two men shake hands as Perfect Jack begins to speak.

PJ: Looks like I arrived right on time, I know you two very well, I know you two cowards would of attacked Lex Hart the moment he stepped inside that ring. You have previous for that Dicey, and I'm sure Reborn you would have jumped at the chance to attack Lex, to try to get revenge for all the times we've beaten you, embarrassed and humiliated you. Then again, you've done that perfectly all by yourself. Pining for your old tag team partner, just like old man Dicey here. Disappointed by the fact that the other half has moved on to bigger and better things, just like I did. I'm going places, the name of Perfect Execution is reaching new markets its never reached before. Unlike you two, dressed and looking like trash, leeching off these parasites in this arena tonight. Perfect Execution need nobody but ourselves.

Crowd: BOOOO

PJ: That is right ladies and gentlemen, you're looking at the two most dominant men in this business today. Nobody walks, talks or even breathes when Perfect Execution are in town, not unless they have permission.

Crowd: BOOOO

PJ: So you two can tell us that you won't stop coming at us, you can tell us you won't give up, you can say whatever you want, but come Anarchy when we step inside that ring. You won't have any choice in the matter, because we're putting both of you down for good. Because we're Perfect, and you're not.

*As Engel and O'Callaghan stare at one another in the squared circle, Wembley arena explodes into a explosion of noise and emotion as Time hop baby screams through the soundsystem as the two men in the ring look up to the ramp. Striding out with intent, Aaron Heath marches through the curtain, stopping for a moment on the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere as the crowd make their feelings heard. The camera pans in on Heath revealing him to be wearing his wrestling boots, black warrior training shorts and his official Honeybadger merchandise shirt. This shirt is black with white skull of a honeybadger on the front, a more darker merchandise shirt than before. His knuckles and arms are taped up, suggesting Heath is in a mood for a fight with O'Callaghan tonight. Heath looks around the arena, a sadistic cunning look in his eyes as he takes a deep breath before making his descent with the camera locked on him. The camera's then make a quick dash back to the two men in the ring who make eye contact before looking at the ever ominous and dangerous, Aaron Heath. The Lloyd brothers can then be heard over the deafening reception Heath is receving from the 6CW world.*

HA: This is a man who is as cold blooded as they come... Aaron Heath. O'Callaghan, the rookie, showning no fear in stepping up to both of these men tonight. It's every man for himself in the TV tournament!

HE: Couldn't agree more... every man. O'Callaghan and Engel have clearly uped the stakes. Let's see what Aaron Heath has to say. I'm sure he has plenty on his mind.

*Heath stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking left and right at the fans baying for blood and those who follow the self-proclaimed prophet of 6CW. A wry smile crosses his face as he skips up the steel steps and forcefully drives himself through the ring ropes before marching past the two men, Engel and O'Callaghan to collect a microphone. Heath grabs a microphone before twirling it around lazily in his hand, with that same ice cold look in his blue eyes as he stares at first Engel, before O'Callaghan. The 6CW world ratchet up the noise with Heath chants and Heath sucks chants, bringing a slimy smirk to Heath's face. Heath looks again at Engel, who looks back, the pair sharing a similar look of respect and intensity. Heath then turns his attention to O'Callaghan, a smile once again creeps across Heath's face as O'Callaghan only returns a grimace and a look of disdain and anger. Heath raises the microphone to speak as the crowd begin to simmer down.*

Heath: Before you tell me, what you wanted me out here for... I have something to say to you, O'Callaghan. Now, I believe that you are capable of hurting people. That you are capable of damaging people to an extent they struggle to get back in this ring. And that you are capable of standing their and calling people like me out... when all I was doing was minding my own business in the back, that takes some balls and some fire... and I admire that, I truly do. But this is where we differ...

Heath: You must either be foolish or full of it, if you think your little plan before our match tonight was to intimidate me right now. You have the opportunity in your career so early on to prove to all these people filling Wembley arena and the millions of people around the world, that you deserve to belong in this company, to be taken seriously and deserve to be known as a champion. And you have already blown it by calling me out. What a bad, bad choice you have made tonight O'Callaghan. Now you can act all high and mighty and act like nothing's bothering you but the fact is, I'm bringing you down to earth tonight.

Heath: In reality, despite your acclaim elsewhere and your growing reputation within 6CW as being the next big thing, you have never come across a man as dangerous and aggressive as I am. And I can assure you, you never will O'Callaghan. I'm Aaron Heath... I'm not the guys your used to fighting with. I'm not like the other man, Engel Harlequinn sharing this ring with us right now and I'm certainly not these false heroes of this company. Tonight, I'm going to beat you... I'm going to beat you O'Callaghan.

Heath: You hear what I'm saying, Do you process what I'm saying to you, rookie? Now, let me rewind back... you have never beaten me or anyone like me in your life. And your sure as hell won't beat me tonight. So what I suggest you do before this match tonight.. too redeem yourself of your down right foolishness is do something about it. You know you want to, I see it in your eyes... you wan't to knock me down and beat me. You wan't to show all these people that your not bluffing to them and you know what If I was in your position, I'd do the exact same thing... do something boy.

*Heath stares directly at O'Callaghan, intensity and ruthlessness ooze from his eyes as He looks at O'Callaghan. O'Callaghan stares back, defiant and mouthing you just wait, punk back at Heath. Heath retreats back slightly, rubbing his chin. He raises the microphone back to his lips to speak as Engel looks on, bemused by the situation.*

Heath: See, It's been over ten years now since I have been doing this and I have met a whole lot of guys just like you all over the world. And I have made a ton on enemies, left right and centre. More enemies than friends if you will. But nobody gets under my skin more than people like you O'Callaghan... You believe you're entertaining, charismatic and above all tough. But I see right through it, and boy, do i see a soft inside. But, where credit is due, you have succeeded in one thing and that's getting my attention. Which is why tonight, I'm going to make you truly entertaining O'Callaghan.

Heath: And you may wan't to pay attention, just a bit O'Callaghan... I'm going to make you entertaining by taking one of those cigars you carry around and stick it straight up where the sun don't shine. This TV title is mine, you hear me. This is my destiny and this is my destiny to be the face of this company. The world is going to be chanting my name whether they like it or not at Night of Glory as I begin my ascension to the top. You're not getting in my way tonight Irish boy, not by a long shot.

*The crowd loudly explode into mixed reactions as O'Callaghan continues to mouth obscentites at Heath as he turns around and saunters to a relaxed looking Engel. Engel taps his wrist watch as Heath looks at him and chuckles sadistically as the crowd are on the edge of their seats. Heath raises the microphone to his lips.*

Heath: Ever since I found out you where going to be participating in this tournament... I have been relieved. Don't get me wrong Engel, you have done some incredible things in your career to this very date. But, you have never come close to becoming considered a great of this industry. But I'll admit it now, I will admit it to the world... I have underestimated you Engel Harlequinn. See, everytime I leave a show, I see an image of Engel Harlequinn wowing the world consistently. Week after week and month after month, the image in my head leaving this show is Engel Harlequinn.

Heath: I have images in my head of Engel Harlequinn crashing through tables, broken bodies, chairs and all kinds of crazy contraptions. But I also have images in my head of a resilient, tough and unrelenting Engel Harlequinn stealing the show. So, congratulations... although, I can guarantee you that you will not be beating me and claiming the TV title at Night of Glory. But... at the end of the day, you have something which is pretty valuable and it's for me to say but you have my respect Engel.

Heath: But that's where it ends. See, When I was a young child, I had it bled into me by my father, that I was destined to become the world's greatest wrestler. I have every gift that a man could possibly seek and fathom. I breathe wrestling, it's in my blood and it's stitched into my very genes and DNA. I have a confidence I carry about myself because I know I'm good. I know I'm better than you Engel Harlequinn and I know I'm certainly better than O'Callaghan. I'm surrounded by men who just don't understand that this is my time... you're just caught up in the wrong era. This is my era.

Heath: Nobody is better than me. Nobody is better than Aaron Heath in this ring. I am the true man of destiny, whether you two like it or you don't that's your choices. But how you take that choice is up to you, You can do the right think and roll over for a man that is superior to the pair of you in every single way possible. Or... or, the other option is you both stand and fight your ground. You fight your ground to maintain your honour and ego's. You stand and fight a pointless fight because I always win.

Heath: I'm not just the leader of this new era... I am this era. Dont you make a mistake about it, I wan't it all. Have a look, have a look and feel greatness in this very ring that shines from within me. I am a man without peers... It's not arrogance, over - confidence or delusion... it's just the truth. I pride myself on being the best in the world at what I do. Aaron Heath... the prophet. The saviour and the hero. Engel, it's in your hands... But don't think twice that I will not put your head onto concrete however much I respect you. Roll over... or suffer the beating of a lifetime.

*Heath marches back into the middle of the ring, poinitng at both men, his eyes wild and almost possessed as he spits out his last words with venom.*

Heath: This TV title is for my world... my image. My destiny. It's all mine and if you two guys think you are going to prevent destiny and prevent my ascension to the very top of this world... I will leave your skulls crushed under my right boot with one... swift... act of violence. Because this is my era, my word, my destiny and my legacy and Aaron Heath is not going to be denied his right and is not going to be denied his destiny. Bring your war gentleman... because this man is going to win every time.*

*Heath stands in the middle of the ring, looking at both guys with fierce intensity as both O'Callaghan and Engel look at Heath, their eyes mixed with anger and passion as they continue to eyeball a confident and arrogant Aaron Heath who is mocking the pair with hand signals to his ears, waiting for a response before leaning onto a turnbuckle as the crowd chants "Let them fight" resonate all around Wembley arena.*

*As the crowd chant 'LET THEM FIGHT' Engel rubs a pretend tear from his eye, he elaborately puts his arms on the rests of the seat before pushing himself to his feet. Engel walks over to Aaron Heath and looks curious as he eyes him up and down. He tilts his head, a sick sadistic smile crosses his face before turning back towards his seat and picking up his microphone. Engel looks at O'Callaghan who himself raises his microphone to his lips. Engel again simply lifts a finger to his own mouth and mockingly sings to an angry O'Callaghan *

EH: Hush, O'Callaghan don't say a word...in just flew the mockingbird, now this mockingbird does not sing...he JUST TALKS TOO...DAMN...MUCH!

*Heath mutters something to Engel as the crowd Boo. A section of the crowd however are still chanting 'LET THEM FIGHT' *

HA: The crowd taking a dislike to Engel insulting Aaron Heath....

HE: Engel doesn't care what the fans think, he knows how fickle they are first hand...

*Engel wanders around the O'Callaghan O'clock set before stopping, his gaze still transfixed upon O'Callaghan *

EH: I know...I know. THIS IS O'CALLAGHAN O'CLOCK...and you have something you want to say to your opponent...BUT...when I am in this ring...its Engel TV...and you can speak when I am done talking...

*Engel looks at the crowd and smiles *

EH: Is this what it has come to? When more than two people are stood in this ring you all revert to LET...THEM...FIGHT? I feel a little responsibility by me is required in this matter...this chant would not have started if it wasn't for myself...

*Engel laughs as the chants stop and the crowd Boo fiercely *

HE: Its true Harold. Engel has made the crowd what it is today...

HA: What? Vocal in there anger towards a guy they feel has let them down...

HE: You don't get anywhere in this business by making friends...

HA: No but you don't have to sign a deal with the devil either...

*Engel looks towards Aaron Heath, who is looking back somewhat cockily towards Engel *

EH: Now speaking of being responsible for creating something...lets talk about MY TV title tournament that you seem to claim is your destiny to win...I am not out here to discuss your delusion, I am not here to challenge either of you...I am here because I have a match against Scorpion at Anarchy...and wether its you, O'Callaghan, Max Adamson or any other challenger in this tournament that draws against me in the next round...I WILL NOT STOP...I WILL NOT TAP...I WILL NOT LIE DOWN for anyone of you...this is my TV title...and I decide who wins it...

*Engel smiles as the crowd chant 'BULLS***' *

HA: The crowd are not taking too kindly to Engels arrogance...

HE: He has a right to be arrogant, he was the reason this tournament was created, because of his actions...

HA: I can't believe your backing this crap...

EH: Lets talk about destiny Aaron, lets talk about each and every one of your opportunities to claim the UK title...lets talk about how each and every time you have grabbed defeat from the jaws of victory...or lets not...its has forgettable as your big speech just now...

CROWD: (chant) Aaron Heath!

EH: However respect where respect is due, your a tough guy, your attitude, your belief in yourself is commendable...but if I were to place my bet on an outcome...Leicester City had better odds of winning the title than you have of beating O'Callaghan at Anarchy...

*Engel turns towards O'Callaghan and smiles a crazy smile *

EH:...Now O'Callaghan, please feel free to open your mouth and allow some sounds to reverberate...I do not wish to overstay my welcome...hehehe...

*Engel leans back against the turnbuckle and holds the mic in a cocksure manner *

*Reborn lifts the mic then shakes his head, going over to Dicey and whispering in his ear. He raises his head to look over at the impatient pair on the ramp

RR: Sorry, Prefect, I needed to converse with my Irish brother. We're still not sure how we've been left behind. I'm trying to count the world title shots you've had since the break up, Jack. You're gonna have to help me, cos so far all I can remember is our main events. Did I miss you doing something this year, Jack? Anything at all Lex?

*Reborn throws a finger up in the air, having a eureka moment

RR: I remember! I kicked that old fools head off and over the top rope in my Gateway to Glory, and Dicey finished off you seconds later.

I will give you credit, by getting back together you've made The Producers comeback look a hell of a lot better

*As Engel leans against the turnbuckle, O'Callaghan sits down into his chair and accepts Engel's invitation to speak...*

O'Callaghan: "Please Aaron take a seat down next to me so we can talk without being interrupted by this nonsense talking clown over there..."

*O'Callaghan glares at Engel who remains standing leant against the turnbuckle, now chuckling to himself. Heath takes a seat next to O'Callaghan, who goes to speak to him*

O'Callaghan: "Now Aaron, lets lose a little of the animosity and listen to what O'Callaghan has to say to you fella. I agree with a lot of what you have to say Aaron, I think you are destined to reach the top sometime soon, you are a fantastic superstar, but your problem like those who have gone before you in this TV tournament is that you're underestimating me."

*Heath chuckles to himself, and O'Callaghan becomes more serious upon seeing this*

O'Callaghan: "You can laugh all you want Aaron, but you'll be the one laying flat on that canvas having tapped out to me come Monday night. You'll fall the same way Lex Hart and Scorpion both did. Both thought that this kid couldn't hang, both thought that I was 'full of it', but guess what Aaron, I back up my words."

*The crowd boo O'Callaghan, who is stopped in his tracks before focusing back on Heath*

O'Callaghan: "You see I am not like any 'rookie' who has stepped before me. I am not like other superstars who have come in proclaiming they 'are the next big thing'. I am not like you Aaron. I have been successful in everything I have ever done in my life, I have been winning wrestling matches since I was 16, I have been to hell and back to win. You want to know why I am not like all those who stepped before me? It's because "winner" runs through my blood. You could open up my heart and it would pop out "winner".

*O'Callaghan pauses briefly, as Heath continues to smirk*

O'Callaghan: "You can sit there and smile all you want Aaron, ultimately you will see come Monday night that all I do is win. You'll see come Night of Glory, as I stand with my first belt in 6CW held aloft, that all I do is win. All I do is win win win, no matter what."

*The crowd boo, and O'Callaghan turns his attention to Engel who stands in the corner still leant against the turnbuckle*

O'Callaghan: "As for you wackjob, firstly you come out here uninvited, you provoke me, you claim that the TV tournament is somehow your creation? Wackjob, you better hope that when those balls are drawn from the hat next round that your name doesn't come out with mine. You better hope that you somehow avoid me in this tournament. Because I will make you tap, I will make you feel pain in this ring like you have never felt before."

*Engel now comes and stands beside Heath who is still sitting smirking, as O'Callaghan stands now and stares at both*

O'Callaghan: "You two, like Lex Hart and like the rest of 6CW will all see over the coming weeks, months and years that I back up my words. I am the real deal. Because all I do is win..."

*O'Callaghan drops his mic, and begins to walk towards the ropes to exit the ring...*

Mike Masters is in the locker room sitting on a chair currently tying tape on his wrist. Masters looks up and notices the cameraman...

*Masters' begins smiling*

MM: Do you enjoy your job? I mean don't get me wrong, it's cool and all. In fact, if I could go into a locker room and film a bunch of women I'd do that everyday, just stand there, and film them...unfortunately not many women work here so that stops that dream. But you must be so jealous, envious by what you're filming right now, you're probably wishing you're every bit like me. Listen man, don't let anybody stop you from achieving your dreams. Be yourself you hear me, be proud of who you are!

MM: Last few months here, it's not really been good to me. I lost my EWF title, I lost an opportunity to compete for the TV title, I've been losing matches week in week out. It's said every wrestler goes through a messy patch during a time in their career. Kind of like a mid life crisis. It seems i'm in mine. You see I've reading the comments on twitter, "Masters ain't perfect and never has been". "Masters sucks", "Masters is overrated, Masters is getting buried" blah blah blah, the internet is crazy. They're a rude bunch, their a bunch of know it alls aren't they, they all know best.

MM: But you know the one that got to me the most, "Masters is on the pre-show, where he belongs...". This, this made me chuckle. You see the thing is it doesn't matter where I am on the card, it doesn't matter where I wrestle, when I wrestler, what matters is that I wrestler. What matters is that I get to go to that ring, show off my looks, steal peoples girlfriends...and wrestle. I love to go out their, steal the show by wrestling. Know matter what kinda run I'm on, I will still be the Masterful one and will always be that damn good.

MM: Now get out Mr. Cameraman, I gotta go out do better that anyone else, and that is wrestle. #Showoff

The cameras are backstage as we see a classic blue Ford GT40 pull up into the 6CW car park, the assorted media move towards the car and the fans scream as Max Adamson emerges in a rage, swatting at all the media to get away from his car;

Max: That's Nitro-cellulose paint on there, get your filthy hands off of it!

(Timothy Allen approaches Adamson with a microphone)

TA: Max, after the controversy of two weeks ago and your 6CW World Heavyweight Championship match against Joshua, we were expecting some kind of a reaction from you but apart from some drunken tweets it's been quiet from you. Nobody saw you all week and then you arrive as the Pre-Show is about to begin? Has the loss two weeks ago had an impact on you?

(Adamson sighs and puts his hand on Timothy Allen's shoulder)

Max: Well, after last week I felt pretty sh*tty Tim. I was screwed out of that 6CW Title by Joshua's Daddy, AKA Daddy Jones, and then Joshua was able to retain. But I did something nobody else has ever done before Tim. I pinned Joshua in a World Championship match. Look it up. Joshua might go on about the record I no longer have, Tim, the old me would have stormed back here the next night, ranted about how he beat Joshua, called it a third title reign and called it Joshua losing and winning it back meaning a new reign.

(Adamson smirks at Timothy Allen)

Max: That was the old me. The new me realises that arguing over such minute details will change nothing about how the match went. Ranting and raving won't stop the fact that Joshua is still the 6CW World Heavyweight Champion. But if he, or if Daddy Jones, thinks that I, Max Adamson, am going to take this and let him waltz into Night of Glory to face someone else, then I have some breaking news for them. Are you ready Tim?

(Adamson mockingly clears his throat)

Max: I am going to get my rematch Tim. Be it through Kramer, through Jones, or through anybody. Max Adamson wins by any means necessary. Max Adamson beat Joshua by any means necessary until Daddy Jones got involved. Max Adamson will get his rematch for the 6CW World Heavyweight Championship BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. It's all fair game now Tim. Nothing is going to stop me taking a record even Joshua can't claim. The first ever THREE TIME World 6CW World Heavyweight World Champion of the World... World.

TA: Will tonight's main event prove to be a distraction then?

(Adamson looks confused at the question)

Max: Go on...

TA: Well, seeing as you're in the main event against Thunder, in the TV Title Tournament, if you were to make the final stages of the tournament you wouldn't be able to compete for the 6CW World Title.

(Adamson smirks)

Max: You don't believe Max Adamson can go twice a night Tim? Huh? Is that is? Ask the ladies, can Max Adamson go twice a night. Oh they'll give you an answer alright. And that answer will be, just about... But there's no reason why someone couldn't be World and TV Champion at the same time. Nobody's ever done it before, so who better than Max Adamson to make such history?

TA: Actually, Liam Wood did just tha-

Max: Liam Wood can suck my left nut Tim. I said Max Adamson will make that piece of history. Don't even try to correct me with half assed journalism about some old defunct EWF belts. I pinned Liam Wood last month in this very TV Title Tournament and tonight I'm going to pin someone I don't actually mind, Liam Wood's old buddy Thunder. Old Thunder buddy. There's a reference in there somewhere but I can't be arsed Tim. Get the boys in the production truck to do something with that will you?

(Timothy Allen stammers)

TA: Max...

Max: What is it Tim?

TA: We're live...

(Adamson glares at Tim Allen)

Max: And you couldn't tell me that before the interview started? My God Tim you're about as inept as Old Trafford security.

TA: Changing the subject... How do you see the match with Thunder going?

Max: I see it going one way, and one way only. With Daddy Jones and Big Josh trying to get some kind of payback for the humiliation of two weeks ago. They don't like me, and they don't like Thunder much either. Don't say I didn't say I didn't warn you. Shoutout to all the Taylor Swift fans in the room.

TA: Both of them?

(Adamson glares coldly at Timothy Allen)

Max: F*ck off Tim.

(Adamson grabs his bag and walks past the fans straight into the building via the open fire exit)