6CW Presents Beachfront Brawl 28th August 2018

Uryu is on the roof, laying on the ground as his feet are trapped beneath a pipe. He looks at his watch and sighs, the cloud ridden sky floats by him as he restarts his sit ups. After about five or six he stays sat up and looks at Lion who is leaning on the door to the arena, keeping it shut.

UI: Are you just going to stand and watch me all the time? I know you want me to be focussed on the right thing and I am. Max is one of those men I cannot beat. I keep falling for his schemes and I know he thrives on that more than Donald Trump loves seeing his own name in reports. In this case he may have won already and that is why I have been up here for hour after hour trying to get him out of my head. Max isn't going away Lion, not from 6CW or my head. He will always be around my life and I am even starting to believe everything that has happened all goes back to him in some way. He likely convinced Marty Helms to interfere in my matches just to set this stupid ball rolling again.

Lion silently walks up and swings his leg at Uryu's head which he barely dodges by laying flat. Uryu glares at Lion as he looks over Uryu, shaking his head in dissappointment.

UI: You want to injure me too? You are not one hundred percent and you try to kick my head off! I said I am focussed and what I am doing is putting everything on the table so I am not carrying it with me. Odds are Max will be ringside and I have to be as close to my best as I can so I can get a chance at one of my goals.

Lion goes to stamp Uryu's head, avoided by him sitting up quickly.

UI: OUR goals then! We get a chance at OUR goals and the first step for the pair of us is in that ring and winning the tag team titles. We have to go in there and prove that our demons are not our masters. We have to go in there and prove that we deserve what we have got. Skill, Will and Thrill. Those three things we must prove what we have. The skill to be competitive and top of our games every single night, the will to succeed and continue on even when my aging and your injured bodies say we cannot go on any more and the thrill we have when we hear the crowd cheering for us, when one cheers for the other and wills them back into the fight. The thrill of our hands raised in victory and tonight we take all three of those things, shove them in our opponents faces and make them understand that once we get started there is absolutely no stopping us.

Lion nods and heads back to lean on the door.

UI: Tonight you showcase that even though you are injured you are twice as dangerous as the day before. You go in the ring and you make Team Adamson look like two antelopes that are running scared. I will go in and prove that time, experience and skill are enemies you do not screw around with! I will prove that age beats arrogance every day of the week.

Uryu unhooks his feet and kips up with a smile as he heads over to Lion.

UI: So, I have a few team name ideas...

Posting this on behalf of XR, who is away on holiday.





The lights go out in the arena when a voice can be heard over the sound system.


Remembering his arrival on Anarchy and the negative, patronising things he had to say about 6CW and it’s content, the fans reaction is less than pleasing on the ear.  A spotlight appears on the stage and a man slowly steps in to the middle of it.  He has his head facing downwards, his hair covering it also as the acoustic intro to Refuse to be Denied by Anthrax begins to play.  His right hand pointing to the sky, Xavier lifts his head upwards  and takes a deep breath.  As the vocals roar he lowers his arm, points at the ring and begins to walk towards it, the spotlight following him.

Harold: Well, everybody meet Xavier Ross.  He arrived in 6CW on the last Anarchy before tonight via a paid advertisement and he had some harsh, some may say deluded, words for the people associated with this company.

Henry:  I think it’s about time somebody speaks their mind, why do you think that’s a bad thing?

Harold: it’s not a bad thing, I just think he could have said what he wanted to in a better way.  It was his first appearance in this company, he’s gonna make a few enemies out of that advert and very little friends.

Henry: Friends?  The only friend you need in this company is a championship around your waist or over your shoulder! A friend is just another person ready to drive a knife in your back to get what they want.

By now, Ross has entered the ring and has been passed a microphone.  The lights do not come on, instead he stands still in the spotlight, listening.  His eyes are closed as he speaks.

Xavier Ross:  So by now, everyone has had plenty of chance to take in and digest on events which have unfolded in recent weeks.

The crowd boo, he smirks and opens his eyes.

Xavier Ross:  I’m not talking about any matches or superstar ”promo’s”, they were about as enthralling as ever… I am talking about the moment you laid eyes on yours truly and had your collective minds blown.  I imagine it was like a sea of overwhelming emotion suddenly washed over you: You were excited at first but the lasting feeling was that of relief.  Tears ran down the cheeks of the children in the audience, grown men and women stood with their mouths open and hearts pounding.  You realised that you have been lied to and the solution to the 6CW was before you on the big screen, but tonight he stands before you, live on Pay Per View.

The crowds displeased reaction to the new man continues to swell.

Xavier Ross:  We have begun an incredible journey together and whilst the end game may seem far in the horizon, the direction of travel is only towards it.  I have gladly accepted the role as official defender of 6CW and together we will become a united force like no other.  You and I… we will rise and we will make this company what it ought to be, not what it currently is.  Who's with me?

Ross puts his right arm in the air with his hand open, turning around slowly to show his solidarity with those in attendance.  The crowd begin to chant ‘bumhole’ at Xavier who doesn’t seem to be put off, he motions with his arms for them to continue and they do, getting slightly louder.

Xavier Ross:  Yes!  Let it out! Let out that emotion that has been bottled up inside for so long now.  Feel that energy leave your body and enter mine.  The spotlight isn’t just for me it is for you too, this spotlight will give you clarity – ignore your surroundings and focus on the relevant, the here and now.  To give me your undivided attention and let me capture your imagination.  You hear my words, now it is up to you to see it with your own eyes and firmly believe that no other individual will look after you like I can.  Step in to the light and walk hand in hand with me, your Beacon of Hope, as I tear this company up one root at a time.

With that, Ross leans forward and places the microphone on the mat.  He raises his right arm in the arm and places his left hand on his heart as he looks in to a sea of black.  Ross moves his left hand away from his chest and turns it so his palm is facing upwards.  He moves his left hand upwards and with that the lights in the arena fade on and the spotlight disappears.  The people in the stadium boo and are none too happy with the way in which they are being spoke to and what is being said to them.  Ross smiles as he waves with his right arm and exits the ring, condescendingly praising those fans on the aisle way as he makes his way to the back.

*The crowd suddenly erupt as “I Fought the law” booms out around the arena. A tired looking Cameron Faith steps through the curtains and heads straight to the ring, barely slapping the fans outreached hands of the fans before sliding into the ring as his orange pyros shot off*

HA: Faith is not looking his self in there, look at those bags under his eyes. He looks thoroughly defeated.

HE: Well when you lose as much as he does are you surprised. The guy is one defeat away from being a celebrity big brother contestant

HA: What you taking Henry!

HE: If Jack Hurst beats Cameron Faith tonight, what’s left for him. Jack Hurst is a cracking fighter but he ain’t exactly at the level Faith pretends to be.

HA: Come on that’s unfair, Faiths just on a run  of bad luck.

HE: No Harold, Bad lucks finding out that I have you for a brother, what Faith suffers from is utter delusion. The guy is no better than a highly paid local talent here purely to put the likes of Jack Hurst through their paces before he moves onto bigger and better things.

HE: Just to make they still have what it takes to compete. Face it the guy is a never was, never has been and never will be and it looks like it’s go ally starting to dawn on him.

*Harold stares at his brother In disbelief as the camera focuses on Faith stood in the ring in his usual attire but with a new diamond horseshoe chain. He raises the microphones, sighs and lowers the microphone, rubs his eyes before raising it again*

CF: I'm stood here In one of the most beautiful cities in the world, Sydney Australia...

*The crowd erupt at the mention of Sydney and Faith waits for them to calm down*

HE: Cheap

CF: As I said i’m stood here In one of the most beautiful cities in the world and to be quite honest I‘m lost for words. I've always prided myself on my ability, i’ve always had the confidence that no matter what in the end I would overcome and succeed.

But recently, It just seems that someone so where is telling me otherwise cause I just can't seem to catch a break. I mean look at me I’m I’m wearing a f***ing horseshoe in the hope it brings me some luck against Jack Hurst.

Jack F***ing Hurst, rumours are this guy couldn’t get a job as a doorman at Weatherspoon’s cause he was too much of a Cat. Yet beggars can't be choosers and sadly that’s how far I’ve fallen, begging Alex Walker for a match and delighted that he actually put me In one.

I’m the man Jack Hurst has to beat to earn a 6CW contract

*Faith looks down at his feet for a few seconds before looking up the ramp*

CF: So Jack, if your back there listening, this is normally were I say good luck and all that, but the truth is I need every last drop of luck going around at the moment and to be frank  I couldn't give a flying f*** if you ever work in this business again.

All I know is that right now I’m on the edge and if I lose, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

*Faith stands In the ring staring at the ramp as the crowd mutedly chant Faiths name*

God Save The Queen plays and out walks Jack Hurst, draped in the flag of St George. He has a mic in his hand.

JH: You should be singing along, she is YOUR Queen too. Independence?

*The national anthem stops

JH: Look at you lot, out here on your own. Making all these mistakes, the butt of so many jokes, a country this big that everyone forgot. New Zealand’s big racist cousin.

*The crowd boo loud

JH: Oh yes, boo me. But you won’t boo this patriotism when you take the Queen’s birthday off, will you? No. You’ll say please and thank you and remember your damn place.

*Hurst turns to Faith

JH: Just like this drunk. He can relate to you. Scottish, thinks he wants independence, still got the Queen on his money. That is if he hasn’t taken it down the chip shop and got it battered with a can of Irn Bru. You might wanna get used to that talk, Cameron. I’m sure the only place that will give you a job is your local Glaswegian artery clogger. Or even worse, ICW. Low-rent Grado, aren’t you?

*Hurst laughs

JH: Poor Cameron, all depressed and down. Could you at least put up a fight? I don’t want to walk into a job here and be too rusty. You even let McManus beat you. What kind of low is that?! Maybe you can stay here with these people, pretend you’re Australian like they do. They can teach you how to reappropriate someone else’s culture, you can play a didgeridoo and sing Land Down Under. You can join Men At Work, straight after I make you a man out of work!

*He cackles into the mic as the fans boo loudly. He takes it in then opens his arms out, looking for Faith to respond

Lion sees Uryu standing but just walks away. Uryu now in tow, he walks through the corridors of the arena without responding to his partner’s need for attention. As he gets to the curtain, his music plays and he turns to face Uryu

“I didn’t agree to this to make a buddy movie. Perfect Jack and Clarke James can do the comedy, I’m a wrestler.”

With that, he moves through the curtain and out to the arena. Uryu stays stood still and watches on a monitor as Lion walks out, salutes the fans and then makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. The cameras switch from the back to out in the arena and with Lion in the ring. He now has a mic in hand

“It is not often that I feel forced to come out here, I do not talk, I am a wrestler. I understand this industry, I understand what we are in, but cutting big, long promos to put myself over is not my way of getting things done in this business. I want to spend my time in the ring kicking people in the face and proving the talent I have for the fans.”

There’s a polite cheer and applause of respect from the fans. Lion raises a hand in thanks and then continues

“But now I’m out here in Sydney, Australia and Uryu Ishida and I have a chance to take the World Tag Team Titles from The TA. There’s a big pressure, but that is why we perform. We should be here to prove our worth, not bumping up our egos.

“So I know you might have loyalty to your man, your representative, the only Aussie in our company. I know Max Adamson means something to you, but we are out here at Beachfront Brawl to beat his boys. That’s that. No games, no chat, competition.”

A “We Want Max!” chant begins and Lion nods respectfully.

“Sure, and I think you know as well as I do that once I bring out Uryu, Max won’t be far behind. So maybe I bait him out a little, because Uryu needs to show his focus.”

He turns to face down the ramp

“Uryu - time to face Max’s public”

As Cerberus sits on his seat, “Power” by Kayne West blares around the stadium. The crowd start booing the arrival of the World Champion and Cerberus starts to smirk.

HE: Anthony Grace won’t take those words lying down

HA: Really? I thought that is what Grace usually does when confronted by Cerberus!

Anthony Grace soon appears in his all white suit and with his World Championship belt over his shoulder. The music stops abruptly as Grace waits on the stage, as far away from Cerberus as possible, with his gold microphone in his hand.

AG: Putting to one side the comical notion of 6CW putting my World Championship match first, I still don’t believe why I am forced to come out here and talk to you. Frankly your inclusion in this match is pathetic and one where the legalities of it bore me…

Grace paces the stage.

AG: You had numerous chances of playing World Champion Cerberus. You had the belt. Lost it. You had the matches. Lost it. Tried to be the most dangerous man in 6CW. Lost that too. Tell me Cerberus, when did you last do anything that could be confused with winning?

He stops.

AG: And these accusations about Charles Kramer looking for the next big thing? Is that an admission that I am indeed a big thing? Because I thought I was simply a poor actor who had brought his way to get Championship gold? With all your failures recently, I don’t understand why you didn’t have that idea yourself……

Grace laughs and clicks his fingers.

AG: Oh, that’s right, you are the big scary monster. Trampling over everyone and everything in 6CW and coming out the other side the most dominant player in this good old game of sports entertainment.

Grace shakes his head.

AG: Believe me I am scared of you. Any intelligent man would be. But everyone, no matter how big, always has a pressure point that you can squeeze. Your pressure point is obvious……an ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Some would even call that stupidity. I would call it complacency.

He turns to Cerberus.

AG: Do you honestly think I have forgotten O’Callaghan’s double-crossing past? Or, for that matter, he has ignored mine? How stupid of you……how complacent…….

He shakes his head again.

AG: That is why your divide and conquer words won’t have any effect. Our history is well documented and yet we have aligned simply because it is in both our interests. You needed to take note of that Cerberus, due to your inability to get the job done. And that is not Anthony Grace fabricating anything that he cannot prove with hard evidence. You know you had chances…….and you blew them……why or why would Beachfront Brawl be any different?

Grace adjusts the belt on his shoulder.

AG: We are both men with tremendous amount of self-confidence and sureness of our abilities. But I do not let that blind me to the fact that sometimes you need something extra that our own bodies cannot surprise. Whether it is Charles Kramer or O’Callaghan, the truth of that matter that mutual strength is better than singular pig headedness.

Grace looks at Cerberus once more.

AG: I have no doubt you will blow it again at Beachfront Brawl. And I have no doubt that I will be victorious. But whereas O’Callaghan may disagree with the latter, he will be 100% behind the former. That’s the power of the collective against the individual.

Grace holds his stare and smiles.

AG: I will you see you on the beach Cerberus……bright and early in the PPV.

Grace winks and drops his microphone to the side.

Uryu slowly heads out to the ring, getting lightly cheered though there are a few die hard Max Adamson fans throwing insults and the odd beachball at him. He heads to the ring looking bemused at Lion before looking at the crowd adresses Lion with the mic lowered.

UI: Look, you are mixing up my intent and focus with my spontanious past. I didn't ask you to try and kick me in the head but we both can learn from each other in certain aspects. You got me focussed and on track and I will thank you for it by kicking the heads off the TA!

Uryu raises the mic as the crowd were getting restless.

UI: Now, Beachfront Beawl. Team Adamson... J Jonah Jackass and Frank the obviously possessed clown. I know Australia has many wonderful exports that it brought the world. Chris Hemsworth, good rugby and cricket teams, Kylie. The list goes on however the TA and Max Adamson are not on that list and that is not your fault. Nothing is ever one hundred percent perfect and those three represent that. They are the current tag team champions and that is not a shock. They are good at what they do, they just can't do it by themselves. They are either so lacking in confidence that they need their hand held by the other or are attached to each other like some human centipede.

Uryu pauses and looks across at Lion before looking up the ramp.

UI: Let me cut to the chase. Max, you may be a part of me but right now you are just a voice in an arena full of cheering fans. Even in what some would consider enemy territory I am not even noticing you. Jackson, Horrigan, When you enter the ring you may not understand what has happened, or why it has happened but when the match ends and the bell rings. You will have both be staring at the new tag team champions!

Uryu stares at the top of the ramp, almost expcting a response.

Remedy by Seether plays and out comes Marty Helms, swinging his TV Title around his head before taking it down to his torso and playing it like a guitar.

HA: And here is the Television Title holder, the man who calls himself the Ratings Draw.

HE: He knows business, Harold. He is bringing in the people to watch him bust up on anyone who stands in his way, Anarchy or pay-per-view.

HA: Bust up?

HE: Bust ass, bust heads together, bust your face up - Helms delivers the fight, that’s what I’m saying.

HA: Well, lately, Helms has been on the backfoot with Mike Hill reminding the world of the sadistic mean streak that has put paid to many of his targets before.

HE: That is certainly true. He may have lost the battle with Geoff Steel last year, but he won the war. Steel can’t lift his hands to fight these days, unfit for 6CW duty, whilst Hill is looking to win another 6CW championship.

Helms has made his way into the ring and grabs a microphone.

MH: Sydney, Australia. A land founded by crooks, criminals and rapists. This is the picture we hold up to Trump fans, this is what happens when the white supremacists win. It’s not just that you’re ugly, uncultured and uneducated. No, it’s that you think you’re important.

The crowd boo his insults of their people

MH: You can’t sandpaper over these cracks, Australia. I cannot believe they made me come here. It does all start to make sense as I look around though. This place is just living in the past, time just forgot to keep moving forward with you lot.

He smiles at the anger in the seats, fans booing still

MH: As I walked around this backwards place, I felt stuck 20, 30, 40 years in the past. And then it hit me - this is why Mike Hill is getting a shot at my title. The only place in the world where he is relevant is this backwards dystopia, stuck living in the past, just like Alex Walker when he booked this match,

But thankfully for this country, I am about to bring you a picture of not just the present, but the future too. I can bring you into 2020, children. Beachfront Brawl is the stage, I am a modern day Shakesperian auteur. For you see, Sydney, this Australian Winter’s Tale is of King Marty the First and how he demolishes the last flickering embers of Mike Hill’s career.

The crowd no longer boo, but listen carefully to Helms speak. He smiles and continues.

MH: But I will make you care about him, for a few mere moments, as he is wrapped in the glow of my relevance and brilliance. As I destroy him, you will worry for the broken man he is made to be. And then when the ref counts that last one, two, three, you shall forget him as instantly as you remembered him. For when beggars die, there are no comets seen.

With a look down the ramp, he finishes

MH: Because no-one f***ing cares about you, you washed-up waste of space.

Engel is sat upon a chair, the camera facing him as he holds a baseball bat in one hand and a roll of barbed wire in the other. He begins to slowly wrap barbed wire around the tip.

"I told him. I don't play well with others, somebody always gets hurt. Yet still he came, still he tried to change who I am. Did you see? Did you see the way I orchestrated the people. The choir still sings for Engel even when it hates him hehehe. STOP FIDGETING! It's Beachfront Brawl, you need a new hair style."

Engel pricks himself on the barbed wire. He tosses the bat across the room and screams in anger. He rises to his feet and stands over the bat.

"SEE? SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO? You idiot...WHY? WHY SO YOU MAKE ME DO THESE THINGS?

Engel picks up the bat and stares at it grimly.

"Am sorry little man. I didn't break you did I?  I need you at your best for your self ie with Bam. You and I are gonna paint a smile across his face so that the world can see. Hehehe. I don't need friends when I have my Mr. Bat...hehehehehe"

Manic laughter continues as the scene fades.

James McManus is shown walking down a corridor. He picks up the pace as he realises the cameras are following him. He takes a left turn and stands outside a room infront of a door. He takes a deep breath before turning to face the camera.

JM- I thought I said I didn't want bothering. This is the biggest match of my career. My big chance to prove to you to prove to all the bigwigs to prove to the fans that I am what I have a always said I am the future of professional wrestling. My chance to not only walk out with one title bit with two.

It seems as though many are ruling me out of this match

Ruling me out of being a champion

And that's the way I like it.

I like being the underdog

The unknown quantity

I like proving people wrong

I've made a career of it

And this match will be no different

This is my time

It's time to wake up 6cw

I will be champion

McManus turns back towards the door and looks over his shoulder

JM- Liam wood,Clarke James, perfect jack,Mr Kenty,Gazzy D its time for you to see to feel and to experience why all those years ago I was chaos' chosen one
Why I ended so many careers
James McManus is back

McManus enters the room and the camera zooms in as the door slams closed showing mcmanus' surname on it