6CW Anarchy - Monday 12th September

Match One
International Title Match
Aaron Heath vs Crime Lord

Match Two
Adamson/Steel vs Hill/Faith

Match Three
Joshua vs Masters/Engel/Cerberus

Match Four
O'Callaghan vs McManus

Match Five
Perfect Execution vs Hurst/Perez

Match Six
Dicey/Grace vs Cassius/Marsh

Main Event
Reborn/Thunder vs Wood/Costello

Dicey walks in a daze back to his dressing room, he opens the door and slumps on his chair, he looks at his blood stained hands, t-shirts and Jeans, there is a mirror opposite him and he stares blankly at his reflection, unblinking for a few minutes before his head falls into his hands and he weeps silently, a figure moves from the toilet and sits on the arm of the chair and takes Diceys head and lays it on her lap

Dicey: I can’t keep this up, it’s getting on top of me, the odds are too much, people are falling all around me and I cant stop the tide

Sally: What about Max he had you back, what happened to Gazzy was unfortunate bu.....

Dicey: But nothing, he is the best of us, Mr 6CW

Sally: You ar...

Dicey: No he is the light in this sh*t, I’m the Goon of 6CW, I take the hits because the rest can’t, I know my roll and I have excepted that

Sally: You are a leader, you ARE 6CW

Dicey: Once maybe....but now I can’t even help the guys that somehow call me their friends, I’m cracking up, I can’t hold it together.....none of it.............

Dicey lays back in his chair once more and stares at his refection once more as Sally looks at her broken man

The arena Is cast into darkness as excitement in the crowd grow, red and silver fireworks explode form the stage as Last Resort Begins to sound. Every fan in the arena is on their feet showing appreciation for Geoff Steel. Steel steps out from behind the curtain in ring attire looking pretty banged up, he has white strapping on his right shoulder and wrapped around his ribs. Steel already has a microphone in hand, he begins his address immediately

GS: Cut off this music I’ve got issues that need to be dealt with and this is all just a waste of time.

Steels entrance music ends abruptly and the crowd fall silent to hear what he has to say

GS: I’m out here purely as a last resort, purely because I’ve exhausted every other avenue available to me trying to track down my assailants from Anarchy. Now it appears they want nothing to do me, well it’s a bit late for that because believe me now you have my full attention. I’m not in any kind of mood to be playing hide and seek with you, I want answers and if they are not forth coming, I’ll get them by force if necessary.

Steel starts to hobble gingerly down to the ring, he climbs the steps and winces holding his ribs as he ducks under the top rope into the ring.

GS: What still no answers, you all hiding in the back there now there’s a chance I’ll be able to put up a fight. Nothing but cowards all of you. The biggest coward out of all of them being Mike god damn Hill, what exactly where you doing out there watching scared to get involved, spectating aimlessly as four men did their very best to tear me limb from limb. I know we have had our issues of late Mike but to just do nothing I thought our partnership meant more to you than receiving a few bruises. For months I made all the sacrifices to make our reign as champions a success, I was the reason we even go to where we were in the first place, that was all me Mike, then two defeats in quick succession and you start having doubts, start thinking Mike Hill would be better without my help. Well let’s just see how far you go Mike. You’ll be lucky if you even make it past this next week, If I’ve had it my way and not been escorted off the premises and straight to an awaiting physician the matter would have already been dealt with you have GazzyD to thank for that, I made that clear to him as well when he arrived at the same medical facility not too long after I did. Honestly Mike I’m more pi$$ed at you than those who carried out the attack, what they did sure that hurt physically but that will mend, what you did I’m afraid that can’t be fixed, a year of my time wasted fighting alongside somebody who has no spine and doesn’t have the balls to face to face up to his actions. You forget Mike I know you to well, I know your favourite hang outs, where you like to train, the hotels you like to stay in, sooner or later I will catch up with you Mike, best to come out here now and get everything out in the open.

Steel goes to lean on the ropes with his bad arm a look of discomfort on his face

GS: What I still don’t understand is what exactly this latest attack was about, what exactly was the point in it all, what statement does taking out Geoff Steel make to the 6CW universe. It’s not like I’ve been making waves here since I returned, at times I’ve been barely even treading water, let’s face it at this point in time I’m a small fish in a humongous pond. So why me? Why choose me of all the superstars here to put across their message. Sure at one point in 6CW I was the biggest name here, the poster boy probably at the same time these guys were even relevant. That’s the past though, attacking guys like Dicey, Adamson even Gazzy makes sense and would be sure to get a point across and make people sit up and pay attention, I hardly even make a ripple. If these guys want a fight though and want to bring me into a feud about the past, there heading in the right direction just be careful boys not sure you’ll like what you dig up, I’ve been looking for that spark to re-ignite my career, I thought I was going to reinvent myself with Mike but that’s all but gone, so now I need a new purpose, you don’t want to be the reason I wake up to fight every day, you’ve left the door ajar if I wanted I could boot the door down and your teeth along with it. So you better have me some damn good explanation for what happened this past week.

Steel steps to the centre of the ring looking up the ramp, and starts shouting at the top of his voice, holding his injured ribs again.

GS: Where are my answers, WHERE ARE MY ANSWERS! GET OUT HERE COWARDS.

Steel crumbles to one knee shaking with fury, a member of medical climbs in the ring to check on him but Steel ushers him away, before slowly gaining his feet.

The crowd watch on as Steel remain in the ring waiting

“They Say” by Scars on Broadway hits and the atmosphere immediately sours as Cassius Zhi casually makes his way out onto the stage with a green tea in one hand and a microphone in the other.

Harold Lloyd : Oh boy… It looks like Geoff Steel is going to get his answers right now!

The fans boo and jeer Cassius as Steel watches him expectantly, still heavily favouring his ribs. Zhi takes a slow, deliberate sip of tea before continuing to make his way down the ramp in no great hurry. He stops halfway towards the ring and looks out into the middle distance of the crowd, slowly looking around at a non-specific tier of fans, laughing dismissively. Cassius diverts his attention to Geoff Steel in the ring and takes another procrastinating sip of tea before his music cuts causing the tension in the arena to heighten.

Suddenly Zhi puts down his tea beside him then picks up the pace towards the ring apron. He hurriedly flings up the apron and pulls out a steel chair from under the ring.

Harold Lloyd : Oh god no… Geoff Steel can barely stand up straight… what is this?

Steel pushes the medic away and readies himself as Cassius drops his shoulders into a predatory stance, carelessly wielding the steel chair at his side, knees bended ready to pounce into the ring.  

Harold Lloyd : Someone get out there and stop what’s about to happen now goddamnit! Get out here and stop this animal NOW!

As the fans reach fever pitch, Zhi cockily stands upright and takes a step back laughing patronisingly at Steel, before unfolding the chair and placing it down in front of him. The fans boo again as Cassius takes a few steps back up the ramp to retrieve his green tea, then returns to sit on the chair outside the ring that Steel still occupies having dropped his fighting stance, clearly frustrated.

Cassius : You guys really are pathetic aren’t you?

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 6CW! 6CW! 6CW!

Cassius snorts away the chant derisively and continues

Cassius : Whilst Dicey Reilly sobs away backstage, here we have Geoff Steel, barely able to stand upon his own two feet, begging to know why me… why me…. why…… me?

Zhi sneers at Geoff Steel with disgust

Cassius : The fact that you are out here even asking that question is the very reason why you no longer make waves around here, Geoff Steel. You are in the FIGHT business, Steel… so you had better be ready for a FIGHT every damn time you step foot in that ring, or you should just ask your little assistant there to help you out of it for good!

Fans : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STEEEEEEEEL! STEEEEEEL! STEEEEEEEEL!

Cassius : Chant for him all you want, 6CW… but here stands no hero! For most men would relish the opportunity to be in my presence… to have earned the attention of the greatest existential threat to the status quo of this stagnated organisation… but not Geoff Steel.

You see, Geoff Steel here, would rather sit back and earn his healthy wage living on easy street whilst Mike Hill drags his ass to some kind of glory!

Zhi takes an angry swig of tea as the crowd hurl more abuse at him

Cassius : So answer me this, Geoff Steel. Who’s really the coward?

Cassius shakes his head in mock disbelief

Cassius : Why choose me?

WHY CHOOSE ME?

Cassius takes in some tea and rolls it around his mouth as he stands back up, leaning towards the bottom ropes challengingly as he gulps it down.

Cassius : Because WE are a god damn disease running through the veins of this company, Steel. And disease… is non-discriminatory!

Cassius stares malevolently up into the eyes of Geoff Steel

Cassius : Though the weakest are usually the first to succumb to disease, Geoff Steel.

The weakest like the drunk, Dicey Reilly… the out of his depth actor, Anthony Grace… and just like you!

That, Geoff Steel, is why!

Steel snarls at Zhi clenching the fist down at his side and puffing out his chest

GS: Questioning my fight suggests to me just how little homework you did before confronting me this past week, all my life I’ve had to fight to get where I am, if I didn’t have fight I wouldn’t be in this very ring right now demanding answers, I’m even having to fight on the inside right this moment to stop me wrapping that chair you’re sat on around that thick skull of yours. What I have though is respect for my colleagues, I don’t go around blindsiding people and then lauding it over them stating that they should have been ready for anything that’s some royal bullsh1t Zhi. You want a fight, heck ill fight all of you at once if I have too, all I ask for is a heads up on when this fight is going down so I can be expecting it, even if it does involve me getting my ass kicked again.

The fans in the arena cheer loudly as steel takes a step closer to Zhi

GS: I’ve faced countless men in the past Zhi like you and countless more like your friends in the back too afraid to come out here and face me, none of you are special, your just children throwing a tantrum to gain attention because it’s been a few years and people have moved on with their life’s brandishing you and that set of thugs obsolete. Well done Zhi I think you’ve got the attention you wanted but now we get to fight back and show everybody just why they were right to forget about you and that poorly run, talent lacking excuse of a company that employed you all.

Steel stares at Zhi on the outside of the ring and walks to the ropes in front of him

GS: Why don’t you climb your ass up here and we can both do what we are paid to do, I listened to your answer and I am more than satisfied that from this point on we are at war you made that quite clear. I don’t need Mike to fight my battles, you can have that turncoat I’m sure he will do a great job of cheering you on from the side-lines and not getting his hands dirty, just remember when he takes all the glory for himself that’s just Mike being Mike he really is that damn arrogant. Your so called virus hasn’t taken me out just yet, nor does it appeared to have wiped the fight out of anyone else, I’ve had worse colds than this, my prediction, it won’t be long before this whole place is immune to you, just a bug in the system that went around and then disappeared without a trace.

Steel starts to laugh but it turns into more of a cough and he holds his ribs once more

GS: I don’t think you realise Zhi just how much we care about this company and its reputation, I’ve lost track of how many times there has been a wolf at the door trying to blow this house down, and every time they’ve not even had enough puff to rattle the china. Sooner or later you’ll run out of steam and be sent packing like the rest before you and this company will go on and continue to grow, then each time you come back it will be harder and harder to break down till eventually we just stop caring about you, you’re no longer a threat. What will you do then Zhi? Sip that tea of yours at conventions charging kids money for autographs and pictures, telling stories of the time 6CW gave you the worst beating of your god damn life, how it took years of your career and left you a penniless. That’s what’s going to happen Zhi because over my dead body will any of you ruin this company.

Steel turns his back on Zhi and walks to the centre of the ring before facing him again

GS: Now I’m prepared to fight Zhi, bring on the worst you have

Just as Zhi is about to speak “Born to Fight” hits and the crowd go wild as Dicey walks out on stage still wearing the clothes he fought in at Anarchy, Dicey ignores the fans cheers as he charges straight down to the ring and motions for Zhi to come in and join him and Steel

HA: Dicey looks pumped and must be reeling after what happened to Gazzy at the hands of Faith and Crime Lord

Dicey: Sorry to interrupt this natter but I have something to say

Crowd: DICEY

Steel motions for Dicey to carry on

Dicey: You talk a big game Zhi but I am still waiting for you to man up and pop some balls out of your Action man mid-section and face me like a man

Crowd: DICEYS GONNA KILL YOU

Dicey: I am not ashamed to say I cried after Anarchy, I stood there helpless as a good friend of not only me but of everyone here in 6CW was beaten and put into hospital by two cowardly f**k heads, I was shocked that you came down here alone in the first place as we saw last week your little f**k buddy Marshall was tagging on behind you like a love sick schoolgirl as usual, where is he now?? Huh Zhi, did he get the night off for being a good little lacky or are him Crime Lord and Faith still high fiving each other for taking out an outnumbered man in your own backyard, really brave of them

Crowd: F**K WF

Dicey: The fans are singing my song Zhi, you aren’t wanted and neither are the rest of the fuggly bunch, I warned them all this was gonna happen and they all ignored me and put it down as a drunks ramblings, you may be a flood or a disease but I AM THE MOTHER F**KING SH*T STORM and I have had ENOUGH!!!!

Dicey stares down at Zhi who is still swirling his tea in amusement

*Robin Reborn walks through the corridors of the arena with a camera man almost sprinting backwards to keep him in frame the whole shot. Reborn smiles down the lens as the shot bursts into life, and the crowd's cheers can be heard backstage as he comes up on the big screen.

RR: So, this is Leeds, huh?

*A huge "YORKSHIRE, YORKSHIRE, YORKSHIRE" chant goes up

RR: No wonder GazzyD took the night off, eh? I heard Mancs ain't too popular round these parts...

*Reborn chuckles as the fans mix between boos for a Manchester lad and a pop at the mention of Gazzy.

RR: Aight, I know the score. Champ walks in the building and the cameras follow. So whaddup 6CW?! Make some noise for your muthaf***in 6 C W champion!!

*As Reborn continues to walk through the corridors, the crowd pop for his easy bait

RR: That's right, I'm in the building. No fear, no spandex, no bull***t. Two shows in a row that Fredo Corleone wannabe has got in the way. Fool ain't know whats coming now. He had his fun and games with Little Wood and Emmy, but now he swimming deep. Forget your superhero s***, forget Batman and forget My Chemical Romance, or whatever nickname Viper has now.

*Reborn stops, the cameraman unaware and pacing backwards still before rushing back in for the close shot. Robin stares directly down the lens

RR: The Sopranos, the Corleones, your Italian-American passion play don't mean s*** to me. No red roses, no horse heads and no offers nobody cant refuse. You step into the ring with me tonight, The Godfather Waltz plays and you even look at me the wrong way...well...Vincent Costello sleeps with the fishes.

*Reborn slaps the camera down and as it comes back up he is walking away, the scene fading.

*The three men in the ring turn to face the ramp as “Ain’t no stopping me” blast out around the arena. The crowd erupt into a chorus of furious boos as Cameron Faith swagger out onto the stage in Hoodie, Skinny Jeans and the large Faith, Champ Chains and a 6CW snapback with the CW crossed out and WF penned over it. He stops soaking in the atmosphere before walking towards the ring*

HA: Faith has quickly became one of the most hated men in 6CW after the cowardly attack on Gazzy D.

HE: Even I’m struggling to justify Crime lord and Faiths actions last week

HA: What, mark the calendar!!

HE: What, Gazzy D in 6CW legend, he deserves to be treated with respect, not attacked by a pair of cowards.

*Faith reaches the ring steps, climbs half way up ring steps, stops glances at Cassius before turning his attention to Dicey and Steel. He pauses, before stepping off the steps and making his way round the ring to the announce table. He grabs a microphone from Harold Lloyd as he leans against the table facing the ring.*

HA: No problem Cameron, Thanks from asking.

CF: You know it’s rude to talk about folks behind their back Dicey, yeah. I would of thought a man with your principals would know better, or are you just generally a sanctimonious p***k. Or is it just Jealousy? Because last week I actually put the man holding my career back on the shelf, something you’ve spent the last 3 months trying and failing miserably to do.

HA: That was clearly different

*Faith turns leaning over the table going face to face with Harold Lloyd*

CF: IS IT DIFFERENT HAROLD, IS IT REALLY THAT DIFFERENT?

*Faith pushes the commentator in the face leaving him in shocj, before turning back to the men in the ring, as the crowd start to boo*

CF: DON’T BOO ME. I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT. NO SCRATCH THAT, I COMMAND YOUR RESPECT!

CF: Hypocrites, every god damn single one of you.

*The booing dies down only to be replaced with a Faith Sucks chants clearly irritating Faith*

CF: I am god damn wrestling royalty and its about time You, Gazzy, Adamson and anyone who thinks about getting in my way start to realise that. Its about time that you realise that i joined this company for one reason and it wasnt to p*** around with the UK Championship

So you say f*** WF, I say f*** you and your sh*tstorm. No ones stopping me from getting where i need to be.

*The crowd continue to abse Faith while chanting Diceys name*

*We go backstage to the locker room area, where O'Callaghan is sat in front of his locker, with earphones on in a world of his own listening to music. Tim Allen approaches him to have an interview*

Allen: "O'Callaghan, may I have a moment of your time please?"

*O'Callaghan removes his earphones, looks up at Allen with disdain and says*

O'Callaghan: "No you cannot. What you are going to do is write whatever crappy questions you are going to ask me on a piece of paper, hand them to me, leave this locker room, and I will read out the questions and answers to this camera because nobody wishes to either see or hear you, comprende amigo?"

*Allen a little flustered turns to the production team and scrambles to get a paper and pen, whilst O'Callaghan packs away his music, humming "Blue" by Eiffel 65 in the process, and settles himself down. Allen manages to find some paper, and writes down some questions, handing them to the UK Champion, then exits the locker room*

O'Callaghan: "Right hello 6CW universe, this is going to be short and sweet because quite frankly I have better things to be doing with my time than speaking and justifying myself to you idiots....so here goes his first question is, "How are you feeling after your loss last week to Liam Wood?"

*O'Callaghan composes himself for a moment, then answers the Q*

O'Callaghan: "Just fabulous, I'm so happy I lost yet again to Liam Wood...jesus its a good job I made him leave cos I would have had to kick him out asking a stupid question like that...lets see what else he's got..."

*O'Callaghan scours the paper Allen has written on, before shaking his head scrunching it up and lobbing, just missing the bin the other side of the room...*

O'Callaghan: "Nothing worthwhile in there....so listen up. I'm mad. Mad at myself for losing last week. Mad at Liam Wood for being a nonce. Mad at the fact I've beaten Cameron Faith twice, and he seems to have got the move up the card not me! So lets do a little maths here...

O'Callaghan being mad + O'Callaghan losing last week = a bad night in store for James McManus on Monday night.

Yep that seems about right. I'm not going to go on some long monologue here folks, it's pretty simple really. The only "change" that's coming for you James McManus is that after Monday night you'll be cr*pping in diapers for the rest of your life, because I am going to snap you in half and reduce you to a flaming hot mess of a man in the middle of that ring. Oh and if you're queer little friend Fanatic fancies a piece of this action, then he can also join you in the hospital room on Monday night. You're in for a world of pain my friend."

*O'Callaghan grabs his bag, stands and shouts "get out my way" to the camera crew as he hastily exits the locker room and the video heads to ringside...*

*The 6CW world are greeted to the Direct arena, Leeds, as the camera zooms around the buoyant arena, filled to the rafters of 6CW fans young and old in their droves, amped up and ready for the show to kick off. The tension in the air is palpable and the excitement ever building as Intensely, "TimeHop baby" screams from the sound-system as the crowd burst into wild cheering mixed with very vocal booing and taunts. the voices of the Lloyd brothers can then be heard on the commentary table as the camera swivels to the titantron and the top of the ramp.*


HE: Here is brother... Aaron Heath, a man who will know doubt be in buyoant mood tonight. Two weeks may have past since He became the new International champion, but Heath put his body on the line against Crime Lord and came out on top. Unfortunately, he has the rematch tonight and it's up very soon!

HA: He will take it in his stride... I may not admire his arrogance but I admire his tenacity and never say die attitude. To claim the International championship from Crime Lord or any title from Crime Lord takes some monumental talent and skill.

HE: Here he is!

*The crowd's frantic reaction to Heath etches up further and the arena is shaking to it's very core as a Smug and buoyant looking Aaron Heath strides from behind the curtain and onto the ramp. Heath's blue eyes gaze around the arena almost in a trance as the fans continue to direct cheers and boo's. The camera approaches Heath revealing on his right shoulder, the International championship, glistening in the lights. Heath is wearing a black vest with the traditional snarling Honeybadger on it and a pair of black wrestling shorts and boots. Heath stands for a moment, looking at the Ring in the distance before smiling broadly before continuing to trudge down the ramp. As Heath reaches the bottom of the ramp, his eyes are look around in delight as the fans continue to chant rampantly at Heath who continues to nonchalantly ignore them as he finally slithers into the ring. Heath grabs a microphone which has been laid on the mat for him and then approaches the ring ropes and leans on them, his head bowed. The camera then gets closer as the music finally ends and the fans reactions become more loud and vibrant, a cacophony of noise as Heath slowly raises his head, his eyes now filled with pride and self importance, his face seemingly filled with a glowing arrogance as the fans continue to needle him. Heath cricks his neck as his arms still rest on the ropes as his gaze now belongs to the audience as he slowly raises the microphone to his lips to begin to speak, adjusting the international championship on his shoulder.*

Heath: Now, if you people hadn't noticed and all you guys way out there in the back haven't noticed, that I like to talk about myself...

*Heath cracks a smile as the fans boo loudly and some wolf whistles in attendance. Glancing at his new gold, Heath slaps it a couple of times before laughing out loudly before readjusting himself and talking to the 6CW world.*

Heath: I'd like a moment to talk about all of my accomplishments in the past year, see, my past year in 6CW Has been unique in the fact, that nobody can touch me in this ring. I have beaten legends of this business and in the wrestling world in general, I have gone toe to toe with some of the best wrestlers that 6CW can offer and despite that, I have come out smelling of roses each time, with my hand raised and their body lying back first on this very mat that your international champion stands on.

Heath: But bringing you all closer to the appropriate time, last week, I defeated a man who has high regard in this ring and throughout the wrestling world as a legend and as a wrestler, that man of course is Crime Lord. Now the former international champion Crime Lord may I add. In light of that, I would like to say that being your new International champion, I'm going to be the most dominant and I Guarantee right now, the longest reigning International champion in 6CW television history.

*Heath removes the International championship from his shoulder and raises it proudly over his head as the crowd begin to get toxic as Heath smirks, his smile beaming from ear to ear. Heath then lowers the championship before placing it over his broad shoulder once more. He then goes to speak.*

Heath: Now tonight, like any giving champion, I fully accept my obligation to give Crime Lord his rematch right here tonight, which is going to happen in a mere matter of minutes may I hasten to add. But when I beat Crime Lord, for the second time in just a month, I won't be just the International champion, but what I will be doing is doing you all a favour. I will be removing another piece of garbage from my house. My house which I offer to the 6CW world every two weeks, it's got to look nice hasn't it? Crime Lord is that decaying piece of furniture that is beginning to smell and which needs tossing into the dump, and that is what I'm doing tonight.

Heath: My accomplishments, they are endless and I do it for the benefit of you people, whether you hate me or love me. You all need to take a look at this greatness. You all need to drink in this greatness, I'm the God damn fricking International champion baby! I could go on and on and on, but tonight it's not just about Aaron Heath... tonight is about a new era. Tonight is the evolution of this new era.Tonight is about the evolution of a man who has grown in the wrestling industry so greatly in the past year that nobody would have believed it last year... apart from one. Me.

Heath: Tonight, this new era continues to evolve into something you people couldn't possibly imagine and by doing so, goes onto defeat Crime Lord. Crime Lord will find out tonight, that their is no stopping this new evolution and era. And you people will all realise that just like in the age of the dinosaurs, the stone men and the apes, their is simply no stopping evolution. Only this time, their is nothing stopping Aaron Heath.

*The fans continue to boo as Heath shakes his head disappointingly before smiling once more and raising the microphone to his lips.*

Heath: Now before all you people start to get all heated under the collars, or Crime Lord gets heated or grilled by my words, I think you all need to relax and take it easy. Now granted, As soon as Crime Lord began on the scene here in 6CW, he has had plenty of luck from the start. He would never had the opportunity to hold on this championship if Aaron Heath wasn't on the scene for a start. Nor would he have had the notoriety he has enjoyed here on 6CW If Aaron Heath and Crime Lord hadn't crossed paths sooner.

Heath: But you guys all know about luck as does Crime Lord... Luck always runs out. Crime Lord and you people all have to accept that their is nothing on god's great planet that can stop the plan of evolution and the passing into a new era, nor the man spearheading the evolution, Aaron Heath. Crime Lord is going to have to swallow a big nasty pill right here when I see this but... Crime Lord is sure as hell no match for the international champion, Aaron Heath.

Heath: I know if Crime Lord was out here right now, he sure would be tetchy on edge, the big bad man would have to adopt his usual primal instincts and act like a Gorilla. But just like Harambe, the stronger force always finds a way. But I Guess that's the problem with your heroes, that I have had to put down over the past few years. You give them an inch and they take a mile, time and time again. Quite frankly, If Crime Lord pleaded with me to give him a rematch I wouldn't, because I wouldn't wan't to soil the international championships name further, but it's an obligation... I must fulfil.

Heath: Tonight, It may not be on my own terms, but tonight, I'm going to deal with Crime Lord. This evolution is going to be a slow, process but this evolution is going to be the beginning of something beautiful. Whether you people love it or you hate it, this new era and evolution, it begins with Aaron Heath... and it ends with Aaron Heath.

*Timehop baby strikes over the soundsystem as Heath raises the international championship belt aloft as the crowd descend into pandemonium. Heath smiles as he tosses the microphone to the floor and makes his way from the ring to the ramp. The scene then slowly fades away as Heath confidently strides to the curtain as the show goes to a quick commercial break.*

The scene opens with TA standing by in the interview area.

TA: Welcome back everyone, I'd like to welcome my guests at this time, the reigning 6CW Tag Team Champions, Perfect Execution.

Both men step into shot as Timothy Allen prepares to ask another question.

TA: Everyone knows last week that both of you saw what Logan Kincade and Blue Dragon did to Perez and Hurst last week. What are your thoughts on that match and have you got anything in particular to say to that duo?

PJ: Yes we do, listen up Logan and Blue Dragon, you're trying to send a message out to us but let me say this, you can send all the messages you want, but they mean nothing unless you have these.

Both men tap their titles on their shoulders.

LH: Yeah that's right Jack, Perfect Execution are the pinnacle of perfect tag team wrestling in this division, in fact in any division across the world. We're the best, and there's a reason why we're the best.

PJ: That's right Lex, as for Perez and Hurst this week coming up, if you thought last week was bad, just wait and see what we have in store for you again. Logan Kincade and Blue Dragon, I hope you two are watching, because you're going to see what real tag team wrestling is, when Perfect Execution stroll into town just like we always do and put on the show of your lives, just like we always do. We're Perfect and you can't beat Perfection.

Both men stand stall with the hands on their titles as they screen fades out.