6CW Anarchy Tuesday 9th October 2018

JJ Johnson Returns to 6CW

Match 1
Handicap Match
The TA vs James McManus

Match 2
#1 Contender TV Title
Street Fight
Cameron Faith vs Xavier Ross
On commentary: Marty Helms

Match 3
Engel Harlequin vs Uryu Ishida

Match 4
Liam Wood/Anthony Grace vs GazzyD/O'Callaghan

Main Event
Cerberus vs Clarke James

Current Champions:
6CW - Cerberus
International - Engel Harlequin
UK - Liam Wood
TV - Marty Helms
Tag Team - The TA

"Mr Blue Sky" plays as Uryu walks out slowly with a small bandage on his head, the crowd cheering for him as he walks to the ring and rolls in rather than his usual run. He grabs a mic and coughs heavily, almost doubling over.

UI: I'm alright to be out here so I'm alright to wrestle.

As the crowd continue to cheer Uryu looks up the ramp and shakes his head.

UI: Alex Walker, there's something you need to understand about my generation of wrestlers. We work as long as we can. We work 350 days a year to make sure our families are well looked after. We work 350 days a year to test ourselves against different competitors and to prove to ourselves that we still have what it takes. We work 350 days because fans around the world want to see us compete against the world's absolute best and eventually see us become the best! We work 350 days a year because we want to know if the crowd want to see us and the answer to that question since I have been here has never changed!

Uryu closes his eyes as the crowd chant his name repeatedly with pride.

UI: You think that I will disappoint them by saying at the start of the show "Oh sorry, I can't compete because I'm hurt" Well guess what! I have worked injured, cut, bruised to high heaven and that is never going to change! You try and stop me from doing what I love and you think that's alright? I want you to understand that when these people cheer for me that I will keep going. When they want me to get up and fight then I will do that. When they want my autograph I will give it. When they want me to pose for photos I will gladly do it. You cannot stop them from wanting me out here, doing what I do best and proving that I will still fight for them. Even if I am a 1 legged man in an ass kicking contest I will still kick ass!

Uryu pauses for a few moments as the crowd roar with appreciation.

UI: Now what Lion did was commendable and showed that he understands the fans and myself but he doesn't have to do it again. I know he has drive and passion but I will fight my own battles. There's no sense in him getting re-injured for my sake. I was put in that match and now I have been put in this one...against the man that tried to put me down for good. Our new International Champion. Engel, let me ask you a question. If you think what you did last time was enough, and I still came back to compete... what is it going to take for you to put me down for good? What do you have left in that box of tricks you call an arsenal that is strong enough, more powerful than the assault you gave to me backstage. Do you have anything like that? Because if you don't then you will never keep me down, you will always have me standing in your way and ready to kick your head clean off! I look forward to showing you first hand how dangerous, injured or not, I am.

Uryu smiles as he looks up around at the crowd, enjoying the moment.

Earlier this week flashes across the screen before we fade out when we fade back in James McManus is shown sitting backstage at an independent wrestling show.

He is rocking back and forth before he is seemingly approached

He extends his hand out to greet the person with a hand shake a gesture that the person accepts. We see the man's hand and forearm. Covered in blood.

JM-Just the person I wanted to see. It's been too long. It's time my friend

The camera turns round just as the man leaves. We see his back covered in blood and scaring

McManus looks down at his hand now covered in the man's blood and smiles as the camera once again fades out

Grace stares at Wood and continues his strop. He rolls his eyes and picks up the microphone. He then pauses a while, rolling the mic back and forth in his hands. He then very deliberately chucks it at Woods face, only narrowly missing.

Grace simply then hunches down and sits against the turnbuckle. The crowd continue to jeer as Grace pays no attention to them.

Remedy by Seether kicks out through the speakers, and with it comes a chorus of boos

HA: Oh god, do we really need to add this man to the mix?

HE: Right now, maybe the shock jock himself, the Last Outlaw Marty Helms might get a reaction from Grace

As he walks down the ramp from the entrance, it is clear he is carrying a microphone in one hand and a green sheet of some kind in the other. He rolls into the ring and turns to address the crowd, not looking at Grace

MH: Ladies and gentlemen, I am out here to apologise to you for the ridiculous actions being undertaken by some very immature gentlemen on 6CW.

He pauses

MH: Lets address the elephant in the room here

He pauses again

MH: Me being only on commentary this evening is absolute a reason for you to void your tickets and ask for a refund. That Alex Walker could put on such a blatant show of selfish ignorance is absolute ridiculous. Sure, I’m the TV champion, and the viewers at home are about to witness the first ever interesting match either of those two men will have. However, you lot in the arena won’t have my commentary to save it, you’ll be stuck having to watch Xavier Ross and Cameron Faith trying to fight. They - - -

Finally, Helms turns to look at the unmoved Grace

MH: Oh yeah...

Without a moment’s more hesitation, Helms walks directly over to Grace and covers him completely with the green sheet he carried to the ring with him. He walks quickly back to the centre of the ring

MH: There, sorted. Green screen now, they can fix that in post. It’s not the first time Anthony has up and disappeared because he’s lost a title.

The fans actually clap him, which annoys Helms

MH: Hey! I’m just joshing around, people don’t quit when they lose titles! I’m not here for your entertainment, and I’m certainly not here to let him leech off someone with actual talent with the spoken word. You know why I’m

He unclips the title around his waist and holds it in the air

MH: Do you dribbling cretins know why I’m the champion? Because when the clowns and the bravehearts backstage come knocking at my door, I come out and rip their f***ing heads off! And Alex Walker knows that, which is why Alex Walker is too scared to put me in a match this week, and it’s why Alex Walker isn’t booking me any real opponents for this TV title I hold above me.

He lowers it and clips it back around his waist

MH: Instead I’m cleaning up his messes. Hiring Ross and Faith are two of his own dumb mistakes that I have to save 6CW from.

He puts on a weird voice, seemingly to mock Alex Walker

MH: “Keep the ratings afloat during the special olympics, Marty.”

He then looks at the corner, before speaking as himself again

MH: I’ve even cleared up the little problem Robert Downs was trying to create.

He finally turns to look down the ramp

MH: So lets have a message of hope or the drunken shout of a Glasgow city centre. Come on, boys, make this worth the timeslot. Advertise yourselves. Hell, remind the mouthbreathers watching what your actual names are. I dare you...

He glares down from the ring to the big screen and the entrance, looking for Xavier Ross or Cameron Faith

As helms looks on from the ring, a familiar voice is heard.


The immediate reaction from the crowd is to boo but there is a smattering of cheers amongst them for answering the challenge of Marty Helms.  His name emblazoned on the big screen, Xavier Ross steps out on to the stage clapping his hands slowly and staring directly at helms.  Ross stands at the top of the ramp, still clapping the man staring back at him as he pulls a microphone from his back pocket.  Ross slowly walks down towards the ring, addressing the TV Champion as he does.

Xavier Ross: Bravo, Marty, Bravo.  You’re living up to your reputation, giving everyone here tonight a spectacle in how not to act.

There are a few more cheers as Helms points towards Ross and mouths something unsavoury.

Xavier Ross: Let’s clear something up, the annoyance you feel about not wrestling tonight is matched by my displeasure of having to face Cameron Faith again.  He’s somehow got his way and gets the chance to take on the premier talent in 6CW in…a street fight.

The fans cheer but this time for the mention of Cameron Faith and the street fight, not so much for Xavier.

Xavier Ross: It seems that this company still panders to whiners and is missing a backbone to tell them no, to wait their turn or to make something happen for themselves.  The only upside to beating Faith for the second time in succession is that championship in your hands.

Helms looks down towards his TV Title, his knuckles whiten as his grip on the strap tightens.  Ross is now by the steps at ringside, he continues whilst ascending them.

Xavier Ross: I would be silly to say that this opportunity doesn’t appeal to me.  Once Cameron Faith is dispatched, then it’s just you and i…and whatever that is stood there in the corner.

Ross points towards Grace.

Xavier Ross: But please...with tonight’s match comes a word of advice...perhaps a disclaimer, from myself to you.

Ross enters the ring.

Xavier Ross: You can act like what is standing in front of you doesn’t make you a little nervous, makes you doubt yourself.  It's ok, I expect you to hide behind a shield of bravado but you can't fool yourself.  I want you to actually feel your emotions, I want you to have a long look in the mirror and have a conversation with your soul.  Listen to what it has to say and then accept that as the real truth, your real belief and it will make what's coming your way far easier to handle.

Xavier stands across from Helms.

Xavier Ross: My message is simple: You either take me seriously or the consequences will be devastating.  Your attitude tonight suggests there needs to be a bit more work on your side but don't worry, you will have a ringside seat tonight and maybe you'll finally understand.  Deep down, it’s there.  There’s a light ready to be switched on but you’re afraid to do it because you know it means one thing…losing who you are.  That championship has made you but once that's gone, what’s left?  You’re afraid to find out but that decisions is no longer in your hands.  When I put Cameron Faith out of his misery and have my arm raised, I become the number one contender to your belt.  Your worst nightmare is going to played out in front of you and you can’t throw a green screen over it, you can’t run nor hide from it.  You will be front and centre, face to face with the man who will bring your world down to it's knees...

Ross pauses and scratches his chin whilst slowly looking around with his eyebrows slightly raised.  He looks back at Helms.

Xavier Ross:  Am I making sense yet?

As Ross finishes talking buffalo soldier hits and the crowd go wild as RASTA makes his return to 6cw. He has a beard and his dreadlocks longer than ever before. His eyes very bloodshot. Its obvious he has had a good night.The camera zooms in as he raises the microphone to his lips
But before he can speak he spots Grace wrapped in the green sheet.  He runs to the back shouting repeatedly

R: ghost mon there is a ghost in the ring mon. I didn't sign up to this

Helms looks down the ramp, back to the ring, down the ramp again and finally, a little bemused, up at Xavier Ross

MH: This is what you bring, Xavier. You’re a joke. What was his message brought to me by? The Milk Council?

Ross looks at him and points at the corner, mouthing “that joke is you”

MH: Don’t look at it, it feeds off the attention.

Helms goes over and organises the sheet so the top has a little point

MH: He'll feel more comfortable now, I’m sure he’s comfortable with a sheet and a pointed hood...probably lucky Rasta left.

The crowd boo Helms, seeing that he has again crossed the line. The TV champion ignores them, unbuckling his TV Championship once again. He walks over to Ross

MH: But lets not ignore what you said, Xavier. Outside all the s***, I could feel you begging for respect. So here

He offers the belt to him

MH: touch it. Go on.

Ross looks down at it, then up to Helms with a look of annoyance and a sneer

MH: Yes, that’s better. Starting to understand now. Starting to see what this is all about. Cos only one man in this ring is a champion, and championships come in very similar ways as respect. You earn them. And I’ve got both from everyone in that locker room, this audience, this industry.

Oh, they might not like me, but this isn’t a popularity contest. They respect me cos they see my damn results. If you want me to worry about you, take you seriously, you’re going to need to do something. The real champions around here, we make good on our words. We have bravado cos we back it up. Marty Helms, Liam Wood, Max Adamson - we talk the talk cos we walk the walk.

He takes his belt away and rests it on his shoulder

MH: Until you can do that, it won’t just be my respect you don’t get near.

The scene opens in the parking lot of the arena, a car engine is heard before a modest Vauxhall Insignia pulls in and parks up. The driver door opens and gazzy emerges from the vehicle and throws his gym bag over his shoulder before making his way in to the arena as Tim Allen comes in to shot

TA: gazzy, you got a moment for a few words?

g: sure thing Tim, but I got a busy night I need to get ready for

TA: So last time out saw you pick up the W against Liam Wood, I tried to catch up with you after that but this rivalry between yourself and Liam just wouldn't allow for it. Now I have you, I was wondering if we can get your thoughts and feelings, it must have been pretty good to pick up the pinfall victory right?

g: You know what Tim, I would usually come out and play to the cameras and say yeah this was a huge win for me, but you know, with everything that Wood has said about me, about my personal life with Christy, then I'm just gonna be honest and say that I couldn't give a damn about pinning him in some throwaway tag team match

TA: Surely though any win is....

g: Tim, no disrespect but you'll never understand. I don't think anybody would. You don't know what it feels like to have once been seen as as one of, if not THE number one guy in this company, and now for somebody like Liam Wood to come out week after week and constantly run his mouth about me. To repeatedly say how he's going to put me out of my misery, about my glory days being behind me like I'm some washed up has-been

TA: gazzy, I totally understand that you don't need to explain

g: No Tim, you don't understand, you see these past weeks there's been multiple times I've stayed awake at night, racking my brain, doubting myself, my ability, actually buying in to what I've heard Liam Wood saying. You don't know how that feels, nobody around here does

Tim Allen goes to ask another question but gazzy immediately talks over him

g: Listen, I know that since 6CW re-opened its doors it's not been ideal for me. Heck, you could probably argue that since I came back from my back injury its been less than perfect but I ain't about to sit back and feel sorry for myself. Like my injury, like the crap with Max, like Joshua and The Forgotten, Like Genesis.....as you can see I've faced a lot of crap in my career and I'm still standing. I ain't no has-been, I'm 35 years old and in better shape than I've ever been. Wood, you want to keep running your mouth, you keep saying that you're going to end my career then step up to the line sunshine, because you can bet your ass that I ain't going anywhere. I'm gonna make you eat your words by pinning you again tonight, and I ain't letting up until that pretty little UK Title you have is around my waist.

Gazzy pauses and takes a moment before turning his attention to the camera

g: I owe it to myself, I owe it to the fans who just want you to shut the hell up, and most importantly of all, I owe it to Christy. Lord knows I've made her life miserable, but God bless her she was willing to give it another go and I'll never take what I've got for granted again. For the first time in a while I can say I believe my demons are behind me and everybody is about to see the return of the real gazzyD, the Human Highlight Reel, The History Maker.....Mr 6CW

gazzy immediately walks away from shot as the camera turns and focuses back on Tim Allen

TA: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME G.....gazzyD there, I think safe to say as fired up as we've seen in sometime. Stay tuned for Anarchy

scene fades

It's not over yet" plays as darkness sweeps over the arena. A spotlight slowly creeps up the ramp to the entranceway before stopping as Engel Harlequin walks into the light cradling the International Championship in one arm and his trademark barbed wire baseball bat in the other. Engel goes to raise the title in the air but quickly thinks against it, pulling it into his cheek screaming "MINE" repeatedly.

HA: Well here he is folks. Your new *ahem* International Champion.

HE: You don't seen very pleased about that. I told you he would do it Harold.

HA: if only you had the courage to stand by your conviction throughout his career. Now Uryu Ushida that is a guy standing by his convictions. He seems unfazed by Engels arrival

Engel reaches the bottom of the ramp and stares at Uryu Ushida who stares back intently. His music stops and the lights raise. Engel slowly walks around the ring his eyes transfixed on Uryu, a sickening smile across his face.

HE: Engel Harlequin clearly has not finished with Uryu. Stupidity to keep asking for more if you ask me.

Engel rolls into the ring. He rests his barbed wire bat on the corner ropes as he puts the International title around his waist and takes a microphone from his jacket pocket. He grabs the baseball bat and swings it from side to side as he walks around the ring. The crowd boo as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

EH: hehehe. You know what I like in a man Uryu? I like them big balls. Not many 6CW superstars have stood in this ring after a previous encounter with me and coke out here and wanted more. Look at the legends that have come and gone because of me...Joshua, Keith Leone...from the sounds of it even Anthony Grace has lost it. You think you are fit enough to lace there boots Uryu? What of the guys that came back for more? Dicey Reilly? Cerberus? Liam Wood? Giants of this business. Who are you Uryu? WHO...ARE...YOU? But...Yet here you stand balls a swinging back and forth like they are ready to take down the Eiffel Tower. Hehehe. I like that Uryu...I ADMIRE that.

Engel nods his head and points at Uryu in appreciation.

EH: Yet, you fail to see the bigger picture here. You see, I am the new champion of the Inter Nations. This match is not happening because you demand it happens. This match is happening because when my lord and saviour Mr Alex Walker came to me and he said Engel, Engel I have a guy in the back that wants a rematch. You see at first I thought it was Grace clamouring for my title. But then he said it's Uryu. And at first I said no. No way Alex. He is done I had my fun, but then I had a chat with my old friend here Mr. Bat and you see Mr Bat tells me he never got his good night kiss. You kept...turning your back to him. And that made Mr. Bat very very sad. Now we don't want Mr. Bat to be sad do we Uryu? So I accepted this match but like hell are you getting near this International title Uryu. It's MINE!

Engel slumps into the corner a wild gaze upon his face.

Uryu looks across at Engel who suddenly grins at him.

UI: Who am I? Well that is a very interesting question you ask because it all depends on who knows me best. You ask Alex Walker and he will say I am a guy who openly disobeys doctors and himself in order to give the people what they want. If you ask Lion he will say that I am a man that he knows and respects, a man who is willing to put himself at a negative if the positive helps his friends. If you ask Max Adamson then he will say that I am a complete joke of a man who can't get over past events and that I'm jealous of his greatness.

Uryu slowly chuckles.

UI: And they are all absolutely correct! Even your view is correct, however twisted it may be. Cerberus, Anthony Grace, Xavier Ross, JJ Johnson, Cassius Zhi, Hobo, Thurman "Sparky" Plugg you can name anyone connected to the wrestling industry who has even heard of my name and their opinions will always be correct. Their opinions are not the ones I hold in the highest regard however. The ones who I hold closest to me are the ones generated by every single person in every single arena I perform in. I listen to them and after every match I am always reminded by their cheers who I am.

The crowd slowly start an "U-RY-U!" chant.

I am their hope, their ideals and dreams, their entertainer and their pride. I come out here regardless of condition and will perform for them. You may call it some sadistic form of puppetry but what I am is their champion! I am there for them and they are there for me, cheering me on and keeping me going. I have been here an awful long time Engel and I know that you may stand as tall as the Eiffel Tower but I am always ready to knock down any obstacle that gets in their...

Uryu points to the fans and spins 360 degrees.

UI:... and my way.

Uryu gets close to Engels face.

Engel takes an uneasy glance at Uryu as he slides past him.

EH: So brave, so gallant. Oh Uryu you are such a big boy hehehe. Did your mum put ginger bread in the cookie cutter that shaped you? I would love a taste hehehehe.

Uryu looks at Engel with disdain. Engel mockingly shakes with fear as he continues.

EH: Oh I get it Uryu, you want your vengeance. You want to prove to all of these lovely people, to yourself, to Alex Walker that you have still got it despite looking like you have just come out of the ICU... (Engel lifts Mr. Bat to his ear) Yes Mr. Bat you did that hehehehe... (lowers the bat) it's SO adorable Uryu but the truth is that as admirably as you stand there you are going to need more than just your big balls and your little kitty cat out there at Anarchy cause you see this Uryu (points at his International Title) This bad boy right here has got my name on it. You know why? Cause I am the best, the toughest, most sadistic unpredictable monster to ever set foot in ANY nation on this goddam planet. I have put down freaks, I have put down monsters and I have ended legends in this company. You see him (raises Mr. Bat) you see the dried on blood all over his face? He is living proof that not only did I survive you once, it's proof that if you come round again I will put you down again and again and again. You might have your friends...the support and love of all these people but Mr. Bat is all I'll ever need.

Engel strides over to Uryu and gets in his face holding the bat close to both faces.

EH: If only Bam had lived to tell the tale we might have been able to have a selfie. Uryu, (Engel taps the side of his head with his finger) you hear that? Right there in your head? It's me Uryu and you can't do a damn thing about it cause wether you like it or not wether you bring along your friend or you fight for these people you haven't got it in you.

UI: You say you survived me? We have never had a one on one match before this week and you think attacking me whilst I was restrained is survival? Do you find me that much of a threat to you? Well if that is the case then it proves something to me. People backstage are noticing what I can do when 100% focused. Yes I had just lost in Australia because of my own distractions but what you did has just drawn my attention all on you, like a piece of iron to a magnet. You could have stayed away and let me wallow in my own despair and sadness and i'm sure you would have enjoyed seeing me crumble but what you did is reinforce me. What you could not factor in is that with every single bat shot you gave me you made me remember every single time I fell down and struggled to get back up. So for that I thank you.

Uryu corners Engel and smiles.

UI: Every single hit is a lesson, every assault an experience and I have taken countless beatings throughout the years and they all made me bent out of shape. They all twisted and turned me into something wild and strange so I took some time away, reforged my purpose and waited. Waited for the right time to return and show these people that what they believe in is not dead. That some old ways like honor and courage can thrive in todays environment. I didn't ask for Alex Walker to make this match between us. Just like I didn't ask him to make last weeks match between me and Mike Hill. Doesn't mean I will not enjoy the challenges he gives me and you are certainly a challenge, that I can happily say. You are International Champion because you defeated one of the craftiest men in 6CW and what this match between us this week allows me to do is stake my claim to an opportunity to take that belt away from you. An opportunity like this is one not to waste and I ask you a question. What will happen if you end up on the mat with me covering you, or you tapping out furiously or even running up the ramp or having to resort to that bat? What will happen when you realize that I am better than you?

*Suddenly The arena erupts in a cacophony of noise as “I Fought the Law” blasts out across the arena and Cameron Faith walks onto the stage, dressed in torn jeans, Timberland Boots, cap on backwards and baseball bat. He walks towards the edge of the ramp and stands surveying the scene, baseball bat across his shoulders.*

HA: Faith, demanded this street Faith, and he looks like He’s ready for a fight

HE: Faiths nothing but a thug, look at him, utterly pathetic.

HA: I would say that the four men in and around this ring have driven him to this, Faith just wants a fair match.

HE: A fair match, Faith has proved time and time again that he just isn't good enough. Ross is just another name to prove this. He doesn’t deserve to be treated this way.

*Faith pulls a microphone out his back pocket and continues to stare at the men stood in the ring before turning his attention to Xavier Ross stood in the ring.*

CF: Look I’m Xavier, I’m gonna make this quick, see I told you I was gonna hunt you, I said that you would beg for this match!

*Faith stops and smirks*

CF: I just didn't know that it would be this quickly!!

See I know you're a proud man Xavier, I know you couldn't bring yourself to go to Walker.

But you claim to be an intelligent guy, you had to know what you what was gonna happen when you jumped me. You knew that it would lead to this match.

Well that’s fine with by me because your about to step into my playground, your about to find out exactly what Cameron Faith brings to 6CW and your about to find out exactly who Cameron Faith is.

*Faith points the bat at Xavier Ross*

CF: Because right now know I don‘t give a f*ck about Helms, Wood, Grace or any off their championships, the only thing I’m interested in is f***ing you up b*tch!!!!

*Faith drops the like, stands staring at Ross before turning to exit the Arena to a huge ovation.*

HA: Looks like Faith is sick of the games, short but not so sweet here

HE: Vulger Harold, just pure Vulger

Helms is looking at his phone during all this, but once he hears an end, looks up at the angry Scotsman, then at Xavier Ross, and finally to the green sheet. He puts his phone into his pocket and begins to talk, staring between the two men in the ring.

MH: Sorry, I hate reruns. Thought I’d check my Twitter instead. I rarely use it, the internet is full of 6CW fans and I hate people who dribble, but The Beacons had been lit.

He settles a stare at Faith

MH: My little challenge there to Xavier, that’s all well and good. He’s new, he’s keen, he’s naive. But you, Faith, you’re nearly as old as Terry Funk. And whilst Xavier has a career ahead of him to try reach my level, it’s been 72 years and you still haven’t got near any sort of excellence. This Anarchy might be the biggest night for your legacy, as a footnote on a wrestling trivia night.

He takes a step back to the rope and leans there, smile on his face, chuckling to himself

MH: Anthony Grace as the compère, a load of fat, ugly virgins in the crowd, interspersed between them the usual odd one who isn’t a virgin, who has touched their own sister while she slept...

He looks into the crowd

MH:...like that guy there...

He points at a guy in an ECW shirt

MH...this Philly local, 20 years old but from the cauldron of Extreme, almost definitely rubs up against women on the train.

The guy applauds as fans boo, really taking Helms’s attention

MH: Oh sure, you loved that. Gonna discuss my ‘heat’ and my ‘persona’ now? Fat piece of s***!

Helms takes more boos and turns back to Faith

MH: You’ll be the answer to a question about who was in the ring as Marty Helms first did commentary on 6CW Anarchy. No one will know the answer, you’ll not be what’s remembered that night, but least you’ll get a name check. And you can continue your little feud, the one where you both amount to nothing and fight over who gets to lose the opening match on a PPV that people purposefully arrive late to.

Helms looks to the two men, who clearly care far more about each other and their upcoming match than they do the incessant noise of an arrogant champion.

MH: But don’t let me get in the way, let’s see if the ratings can handle this being about just the two of you. But...

He steps over to the green sheet in the corner

MH: ...before I go.

He pulls the top of the sheet off to show Anthony Grace once more, and as he does so, the crowd cheer wildly

HA: Wait a second..!

HE: Where’s Anthony?!

Helms looks shocked and flabbergasted, searching around and looking to every corner to see where Grace has gone. An incoming message sound plays very loudly in the arena. Henry Lloyd stands up

HE: I’ve just received an email from

He looks down

HE: The Magician Of 6CW.

Henry is up and speaking into a mic so the arena can hear him.

HA: Who?

HE: And I quote: I have eclipsed all others in 6CW and taken the situation in the ring into my own hands.

You will see Mr Grace again when I choose him to be ready.

Henry stops and looks around.

HE: Thats all it says.

Henry sits down and the crowd seem at first puzzled, then boo. Their attention turns to the ring again, and then down the ramp as Helms has walked away

MH: That was the dumbest s*** I’ve ever heard. You don’t deserve me to be here as you try get out of that hole.

He drops the mic and Remedy by Seether plays as he exits behind the curtain

The scene opens with Perfect Jack leading a camera man quietly down a corridor towards his locker room that he shares with Clarke James. Perfect Jack has a cardboard cut out of Cerberus under his shoulder.

PJ: Shhh, he's in the locker room now. Come on now, quick as you can but keep it quiet.

Perfect Jack approaches the looker room slowly and quietly with the camera man in tow. The door is slightly open but Perfect Jack moves it open a bit further. The camera man pokes the camera in quietly and captures Clarke James standing opposite his locker. The camera man takes a step back and lets Jack step ahead. Perfect Jack puts the cardboard cut out in through the door with the camera man filming right behind him.

Perfect Jack speaks with a silly impression of Cerberus.

PJ: Clarke James you thought you could attack me with your silly friend Perfect Jack now I am here for revenge.....oooooo....wooooo

Clarke James does a double take before he sees Perfect Jack who is laughing heavily.

CJ: Ah man you numpty. What was the point of that.

Perfect Jack walks into the room and stands the cardboard cut out up against the wall.

PJ: For a laugh matey. I know you've been thinking about your match and Cerberus and there's nothing to worry about. After what we did to him two weeks ago he has no chance of defeating you.

CJ: Yeah you're right. What a message we sent to him and the rest of the 6CW world.

PJ: Definitely. We are only a few steps away from becoming the first ever co world champions. Only a pair of our strength and ability could do this.

CJ: Yup yup. I'll tell you what, hand me that cardboard cut out there.

PJ: Here you go.

Jack hands the cut out to Clarke.

CJ: Camera man over here please. I want to send a message to Cerberus.

Clarke James picks up the cut out and rips it in half and throws it on the floor and proceeds to stamp on it a few times.

PJ: Hey that wasn't cheap you know. But i do agree with message.

The camera fades with it focusing on the cut out of Cerberus ripped in half.