6CW Anarchy - Tuesday 24th July, 2018

As Wood continues to mock the fans, “Power” blasts out of the speakers and makes the audience turn their attention to the stage. Anthony Grace soon appears in an all white suit, dark shades and his 6CW World Title around his waist.

He strides down the ring, shaking his head at the rubbish in his way. Once there, he climbs into the ring and stops at the other turnbuckle opposite Wood. He reaches for his gold microphone as the music stops.

AG: Ah Liam, still on the quest for cheap heat in the hope it will make you seem more profitable than the other guys in 6CW? How is that working for you right now?

He adjusts his Rolex and stares over his sunglasses.

AG: You see, I should feel aggrieved at these “rising to the top” and “quest for the gold” monologues.  I am not going to stand here and say that you are the best, simply because you have already repeated it and that the notion is misguided. Please don’t take offence at that because I am clearly stating a fact everyone can see…….I am World Champion and you are not.

Grace casually kicks some rubbish across the ring and carefully makes his way towards Wood. He picks up a can and stares at it.

AG: Something that can be so easily discarded you would think would have no value. But just because someone feels an item is not needed, doesn’t mean it can’t be worth something……

He chucks the can over his shoulder and stares at Wood.

AG: I have looked down at you from the heady height I sit within this company and thought that you are simply not worth my time. I mean 6CW will always have Liam Wood in one form or another. But your track record speaks volumes when it comes to someone like me assessing value. Liam Wood speaks big yet again. Liam Wood promises big yet again. Liam Wood fails to make any sort of impact…. yet again.

Grace takes a big sigh and removes his sunglasses. He stares up to the ceiling and swears under his breath before turning back to Wood.

AG: But the situation I find myself in means that your net worth has suddenly grown. You have gone from being part of the furniture to an integral piece of equipment. I need to use all the resources available to me to ensure 6CW succeeds.

Wood goes to speak but Grace cuts in.

AG: Just spare me the put downs and grievances ok. What you need to understand is this is a business, and within all businesses deals sometimes need to be made. You can sit there and tell all the people staring at us that you don’t need them……which is true. But now you have a pair of eyes looking at you that you certainly do need whether you like it or not.

Grace paces the ring.

AG: I am not going to suggest this isn’t of mutual benefit and yes, as much as it is hard to swallow, I do need your assistance.

He turns around to Wood and points at him.

AG: But the way you accept that…….and you will accept it……. will determine just how appreciative I will be in the future in your little quest to the top.

Grace adjusts the 6CW World Heavyweight title around his waist.

AG: In as much the same way as O’Callaghan has embraced this opportunity, I suggest you do the same. There is power in numbers and power in unity. Power that should be embraced. Am I going to say that the power is spread evenly amongst the group…….no I am not. But the question you need to ask yourself, and to be honest with your answer, is do I have the power that can make my strong words a realisation?

Grace stares at Wood and holds it. Wood seems to be in thought and Grace presses his advantage.

AG: If you want to be part of the Power Trip……now is the best time to hop on board. These chances are fleeting and ones that appear to you so infrequently lately. Now is a real chance to be a part of a dominant group.

Grace waits.

Marty Helms is in the back, fresh for TV and ready to be interviewed by Charlotte Grey.

Before she can speak, Helms cuts her off

MH: What do you want me to say tonight, woman? I’m not dumb, any blather about tonight’s match really doesn’t matter. You know why? Cos you all wanna know what I’m gonna do about Mike Hill.

He looks at the interviewer

MH: Tell me I’m wrong...

She stands, waits calmly, and then speaks

CG: Actually, this match tonight is still big news. This company is back on its feet to provide competitive wrestling. If Cameron Faith beats you, the Scotsman either gets a title shot or gets a reward down the line. So, I want to know how you think you can stop Cameron Faith this evening

Helms is a little taken aback, not hugely obvious, but clearly put in his place a little. He shakes it off and is then angered by it.

MH: That’s a lot of self importance you’ve got there, missy. All that arrogance didn’t help that little brain - you seem to think I care what you think. You’re wrong. So I’m going to deliver my warning to the next bitch thing, Mike Hill. A veteran so confused, whose taken so many headshots, that he just keeps repeating his own f***ing name.

He looks at Charlotte but she knows better than to interrupt

MH: Dementia is horrid, it really is. That he doesn’t understand that he isn’t meant to piss himself - some Eastern European is cleaning up his yellow syrup all around this arena whilst the s***-for-brains fans are spraying Brexit Means Brexit on the back of the backs of their big fat wives.

My plan is to smash his head in so hard that he wakes up a nine year old. Maybe he’ll sit in the front row and ask Gazzy D to sign his training bra. He’s got the b*tch-tits after all.

Helms laughs to himself and Charlotte asks a question

CG: What about Faith?

Marty scoffs

MH: Who cares? He’s f***ing Scottish.

Helms laughs loudly as he walks off.

As Lion leaves Alex Walker's office Uryu is leaning up against a wall opposite it as he goes to approach Lion.

UI: Hey, Sorry if I went a bit overboard last week in that speech I made. Max has a rare reaction with me in that he can get under my skin but fire me up at the same time. The more he keeps on trying to antagonise me the more trouble he is digging himself into if I get my hands on him.

Uryu pauses and ponders for a moment.

UI: I do want to give you an option though Lion regarding this partnership of ours. If you honestly feel that I dragged you into a personal battle against Max and The Territorial Arsewipes against your wishes then feel free to leave right now. It's not my place to drag you into a fight you do not want to be a part of and this fight will not end for a long time. Might even break the record rivalry that is Cornette v Russo the way that we keep going.

Uryu chuckles as Lion shakes his head.

UI: If you want to stay in this fight and head in a different direction later all I ask is that you tell me to my face.

Grace shouts into his microphone.

AG: Oh no no no, you don't leave this ring after that little speech! You face up to the things that you have said!

Grace walks over and blocks Woods path.

AG: All that has done is shown everyone how delusional you are. Not a few moments ago you were telling this crowd how much you don't need them. Then when they seem to be on your side against me, your little pecker gets hard and you play to them like the bitch you are!

Grace jabs his finger in Woods face.

AG: And that's your problem....You have spent the last few wasted years going from one Liam Wood version to another. Wood the fan favourite loser. Wood the moody and depressing loner. Wood the jumper of any band wagon that takes a slight fancy to him!

Grace kicks Woods microphone away and continues to berate him.

AG: You are doing this for you are you Liam? You are being this shape shifting pile of ooze for our viewing pleasure? Moving from one side to the other and keeping us on our toes? Ooooooo what type of Liam Wood will you be tonight eh? What new beginnings and old promises will you churn out this time?

Grace gets right up to Woods face.

AG: It's pathetic.

He shakes his head.

AG: You think it is so easy taking this belt from me right? You think you can just click your fingers and suddenly you will become World Champion? What planet are you living on Wood!? What evidence do you have that you could ever become 6CW World Champion?!

Grace points at the fans.

AG: They don't cheer you. They don't boo you. They only slightly tolerate you! You don't need them? Fine....then don't act like they have your back. You want to be 6CW's answer to The Crow? Then you go right ahead. You do whatever you feel Liam Wood needs to do.....

Grace pushes his head towards Wood.

AG: Meanwhile the rest of us will continue putting on a show, being 6CW World Champion......and going on a Power Trip.

Grace points to Woods mic.

AG: You go pick it up and bitch some more. Just make sure you choose wisely what side you are on. If you choose the side of Liam Wood, then realise nobody in the goddamn world wants to hear about that!

Grace points to his belt as "Power" plays. He eyeballs Wood before exiting the ring and walking down the aisle. He unstraps his belt when he reaches the stage and lifts it in the air. He then mockingly gives it a kiss before exiting behind the curtain.

Perfect Jack and Clarke James are backstage in their locker room moments after the match against the TA at Anarchy.

CJ: Well then, we've been done again by Adamson and his chumps.

PJ: Yup, by god I'm disappointed. We had them right where we wanted and for the life of me I have no idea why Urya Ishida came out.

CJ: Nor do I, the match should be struck off the record and we should be granted another rematch, with no Adamson at ringside for them.

PJ: We should be granted another rematch, but we won't, I hate to sound all woe is me, but I really do think there is an agenda within the management here, to stop us taking back what is rightfully ours. Just because we hit record sales merchandise wise, you would think that the powers that be so to speak, would try and protect us and make sure that we are well looked after.

CJ: I agree, but as we all know and there's plenty of evidence out there to lend strength to our argument, 6CW management never ever do the smart thing. Never.

PJ: Ever.

CJ: That's right. Speaking of choices made by this current management, it looks like we'll have to defend our UK and International championships.

PJ: Yeah I suppose we had to defend them sometime. Did they announce who would be challenging us for them?

CJ: Now that I think of it, no they didn't.

PJ: They didn't? That's odd.

CJ: Wait....you don't think.

PJ: I don't think what...

CJ: That they could put us in a match against each other do you?

PJ: They could do.

Both men look at each other in the eyes, before turning focus towards the two championships that are hanging up in a nearby cubicle.

The scene opens in a dimly lit room, empty but for the forlorn figure sat upon a wooden stool staring down at the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire within his hands.

"Friendship...friendship Mr Sparkleson is a cancer. It grows, feeds from you, like the raven at its feast, it pecks away at you bit by bit. Friendship is the sensation you feel as the barbed wire tears into your flesh, it makes you scream, it makes you cry...hehehe."

Engel lifts the baseball bat up towards his face with one hand and with the other he caresses the barbed wire, as if stroking the hair of a loved one. A sick smile forms as he pushes his face against it.

"Reborn, Jones,  Hero...they all came with friendship in there hearts. With a promise of hope...of glory...and now...LOOK AT ME hehehe Look...at...me..."

Engel stares vacantly into the camera. The barbed wire still stuck within his flesh, blood dripping down through the thick clumps of dry greasepaint down onto his bare chest.

"I promise you this Mr. Sparkleson. I promise you this and you should heed it well. The end will come, just as it did for Hero, as it did for Reborn, Joshua, Keith Leone...one by one they have all fallen...one by one they have burnt down into the Ashes they once trod upon on the way to the top...my self fulfilling prophecy will come to pass hehehe oh yes and when it does...when that beautiful moment happens upon you and all that you stand for. When your laid up on that gurney, the arena lights your only comfort...I ask you this...fam...whose laughing now?"

"Hehehehehehehehe"

Engel rises from the stool letting go of the baseball bat as he does, it falls to the floor. Engel rushes the camera and screams manically.

"WHOSE LAUGHING NOW...WHOSE LAUGHING NOW...WHOSE...LAUGHING...NOW...HEHEHEHEHE. "