6CW Anarchy Results 23rd October

*We cut to the back. Together backstage in a changing room we see Marty Helms, Liam Wood, Max Adamson, Jackson Jackson and Frank Horrigan

MH: Look at this show, gentlemen. They fear us. We are not even under any official banner, we just stood shoulder as champions, and already they are scared.

LW: Walker won’t put us near each other, he knows his power is fleeting and his roster would crumble.

MA: My boys have already devoured the tag team division and taken it hostage, now we stand with the two most dominant singles champs in the game.

JJ: The Elite? Smark darlings. The Bullet Club? Dead. The Shield? A pathetic little forcefield to protect a prized asset. We’re standing in Horsemen territory. Not just star power, but technical brilliance.

FH: And dominance.

LW: They’re stacking the deck against us tonight. Marty here with two matches, you boys with no chance for preparation, and me stuck carrying a group of morons on my back.

MH: But at Born in Fire, we do business. Cos that’s what we do, we do business. It isn’t about the fun and games, making the odd moment count on TV.

MA: He’s right, we’re about titles, pay-per-view and doing it all when the pressure is on.

MH: That is why we are standing out

LW: That is why we recognise game

MA: And that is why they have called us the Beacons of Excellence

*The five men bring their hands into the middle, but rather than joining fists, they all put in a Too Sweet and then laugh as the scene fades.

*A camera flickers into life backstage and Engel is sat in the middle of an empty room, sat on the floor with his legs crossed.

EH: Doctor, doctor, I think I’m Uryu! Well what are the symptoms? I’m bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and it won’t stop hehehehe! Poor Uryu! Poor 6CW! Oh woe is thee hehehee!

*Engel slides both hands through his hair three times, vigorously and wildly

EH: This is the world we live in now, isn’t it? Hmm, yes, hehehe a champion! They said it couldn’t be done, but I have always been the champion. It happened years before and it has been waiting to revive itself. The power it gives me, the chaos it brings, the havoc you shall see brought to us all.

*He opens the palms of his hands out and looks at them

EH: It is at these hands that the destruction began, Uryu can feel it. He sees me. The Xtreme Champion brings him down to his knees and destroys the career he once had hehehe! Oooo I’ve misspoken! Xtreme?! XTREME?! WHO SEES IT XTREME?!

*He clenches his fist and his tone darkens

EH: They will see. They will see.

*The scene fades away on his quiet smile.

*Mike Hill is shown walking into the arena backstage. He is approached by Tim Allen...

TA: Mi...

MH: Absolutely not Tim. Mike Hill is not going to answer your inane questions any longer.

TA: I’m sorry Mike, and please don’t shoot the messenger, but it’s a directive from the board, you need to answer at least a question, it’s a part of your promotional duties.

*Hill rolls his eyes in disgust...

MH: Go ahead then, but only one...and make it quick.

TA: So you close the show tonight Mike with your contract signing with JJ, you must be happy about that?

MH: Why would Mike Hill be happy about that Tim?

TA: Well you wanted this, to be in the spotlight?

MH: You’ve clearly not been listening to a word Mike Hill has said recently Tim. But don’t worry, you’re not alone there as the board clearly thinks this will appease Mike Hill.

Mike Hill should have always been the Main Event, Mike Hill’s body of work is unrivalled compared to anyone on this roster, Mike Hill has achieved more than anyone here could dream of.

Yet it has taken the return of the great JJ Johnson for Mike Hill to be elevated to the position he belongs. And do you really think that Mike Hill would be in that position if he hadn’t taken it upon himself to do something to get noticed?

Does anyone really think this is what the board wanted? They wanted JJ to have a triumph return against some nobody. But now he steps into the ring with the best wrestler in the world and is just two weeks away from being embarrassed on one of the biggest stages of them all.

The corporate darling, the movie star, the cultural phenomenon is about to come crashing back to reality at the hands of the Next Big Thing.

*In a well-lit room, we see a collection of men and women around a large round table. Two of those are recognisable as 6CW stars Perfect Jack and Clarke James. They appear to be mid-meeting, with different merchandise on the table.

CJ: Look, we are big business, so if you are not going to take us seriously, then maybe Toys’r’us isn’t the brand we need. Maybe Mattel over there are really the big players

Exec: Mr James, I am going to explain this again. Toys’r’us don’t make toys. We sell toys. Mattel are the ones you should be interested in, we would then discuss with them. I am not entirely sure why we are here.

PJ: You’re here because my lawyer *he points to a lady on his left* is the best in the business and she got you here

Exec: Yes, I understand that. Except I am not sure why your lawyer is arranging your business meetings. I know Miss Williams, she is an excellent lawyer. But she is also a divorce lawyer

Lawyer: I have told you this before, Jack…

CJ: Silence!

*He slams his hand on the table but no one is impressed

CJ: I demand Stratusfaction! Mattel, do we have a deal?

*A woman across the table straightens up, obviously the presence for Mattel.

Mattel: For what? Mr James, you have just presented us with cardboard cutouts of things you’d like to be made. This

*She picks up a 6CW championship belt torn in half

Mattel: This half and half belt could sell, I guess. But our deal is with the company.

CJ: We are the company, Mrs Toycompanyperson. World Champions run the place

Mattel: You aren’t world champions.

CJ: Yet! We aren’t the world champions of the world yet. But…

Mattel: If the company want these made, they will be made.

PJ: AN OFFER!

CJ: We must discuss this together...alone. Excuse us.

*The pair stand up and then exit the room. Out in the corridor, they talk

PJ: Why does one have a normal name and the other is weird?

CJ: I know! Williams is definitely only a tennis player name, I think she’s a fake. Makes sense, Toys’r’us definitely make toys, that’s why their business is thriving.

PJ: You’re right! So, is it a mask? Or maybe she’s a robot?

CJ: Jack, concentrate. You’ve let the robot distract you. We need to finalise plans for our reign. The world’s first double world champs of the world need to be prepared for this stuff. Sure, the ring is where we fight, but backstage is where the battle lies.

PJ: We demand respect, we’re the world double world champions of the world.

CJ: You missed a world.

PJ: I did?

CJ: World’s first world double world world champions of world the world world.

PJ: Geez, how are we gonna fit that on our belts?

CJ: The belt will fit what I want it to fit when I tell it what I want it to fit.

The camera pans round to show JJ approaching…

JJ: Yo, ain’ this a site y’all. 6-C-Dubs favourite comedy duo! How you doin’, fellas?

JJ reaches out and shakes hand with Perfect Jack and reaches out to Clarke James who awkwardly moves in for a hug…

JJ: Easy, chief. Momma told me ‘bout yo’ type!

James backs off awkwardly and shrugs…

JJ: So this is it fo’ ‘yous? On the brink o’ destiny or suttin’? Y’all ever considered what happens after Born in Fire?

PJ: What do you mean?

JJ: Well, I’m jus’ sayin’ that ain’ nothing gon’ last fo’ever? At some point yous’ ain’ gon’ see eye to eye no more? One of yous is gon’ see themselves as the stand out playa and wan’ be the number one guy roun’ here? I mean, yous two ever sat down and been honest about this?

CJ: Honest about what? We’re a team? We’ve been through all this together. This is about making history, JJ?

JJ: Y’all sayin’ I don’ know about history? Y’all know who I am right? JJ Johnson? I was winning titles before you were just a swimmer in Hero’s sack, Cee-Jay? This ain’ about history. This be about neither o’ yous being able to hit that top rung on your own. Come off it, playa? Son, you got the worst record in the history o’ world title fights. You always come up short.

CJ: Whoa, hang on man…

JJ: Look, I ain’ tryna cause trouble fo’ nobody. All I’m sayin is yous gotta work out what y’all gonna do if and when this goes wrong. Whatever happens, yous sure as hell have made people laugh along the way. Y’all keep it tight now…

JJ chuckles to himself and walks off as Clarke James turns and looks at Perfect Jack.

*Uryu is backstage in the doctor’s office. He sits on, but behind him stands Alex Walker. They look to their side to see the Doctor working. Uryu turns to Walker

UI: A female doctor? Not sure how that can work, think of the traditions! The Doctor should be a man, always has been, always will be. What next, a Scottish James Bond?!

*Walker looks confused at Uryu

AW: Are you reading that off your phone?

*Uryu looks up

UI: Oh, sorry, been on the Daily Mail website. Bit bored.

*The doctor turns and the pair are ready for the results

Dr: Well, Mr Ishida, the news is interesting. Technically, I can clear you

*Uryu smiles

Dr: However...I must warn you about the damage you are doing to yourself. Well, that he is doing to you. You can wrestle, Uryu, but these brawls, the weapons, they are going to do irreversible damage. Concussions aren’t something you can just keep repeating, and I can see the danger coming your way. I ask that you rest.

AW: Uryu, I can stop you, but I am not minded to force you this time. With clearance, I am letting you decide as you desired. You wanted the control. But take these warnings into account, think about whether Engel is worth your career.

*Uryu is quiet, thinking, but unabashed

UI: Stepping aside, backing down, letting Engel do this unanswered; what career would I have if I was that man?

*Walker nods, respecting the decision, but still wearied by it

AW: We’ll be in continued discussions, Uryu. I am worried, that slip of the tongue he made...he is not the Xtreme champion, there is no Xtreme division in 6CW, but whether he knows or cares is another matter

*With a silence between them, the scene fades.

*O’Callaghan is seen backstage and for the first time in a while, there are a smattering of cheers when he is shown on the big screen.

O’C: Look who we have here then…

*The cameras pan to where O’Callaghan is looking: there stands Charles Kramer, still radiantly smug, emanating arrogance as ever.

O’C: And all alone too, no Anthony, no security, no legal team.

CK: What are you implying, Irishman?

*O’Callaghan smiles

O’C: Well, I’m looking to solve some problems, you see. Evidence is piling up, you know the drill. Persecution has had to hand over all it’s stuff from discovery, yada yada yada.

CK: Watch a lot of crime shows?

O’C: Fiction is all well and good, but I’m starting to tire of it. I have found myself in a world where repercussions are far more limited.

*Kramer’s back straightens, a little fear showing

CK: What do you mean? If you attack me, I’ll make your life hell!

O’C: Oh see, the thing is, you’re in a 6CW arena and you’ve had to sign a 6CW contract to be here regularly, to go ringside. There’s insurance, of course. And you wouldn’t want to miss out on that money, so I know you’ve signed it. Which gives me the perfect chance to get rid of one problem…

*Kramer backs away and O’Callaghan matches that stride almost immediately, and then grabs Kramer by the throat.

O’C: Be ready, Charles. Be prepared. You’ve stepped into my world now.

CK: We can talk, we can find ways to get you back to where you want to be. I know things.

O’C: You don’t know enough. If you did, you’d know that I want to do this through him, not around him. I want him first. I want him and everything he brings. All his bulls*** games, all his entourage, every card he has to play. I want to beat him with the full deck.

*He lets Kramer go and Grace’s legal eagle slides down the wall and onto the floor

O’C: But once Grace is destroyed, the house of cards will fall. You’ll either crash down from the top, Charles, or be crushed underneath the rest. Whatever happens, I’ll be the one you’ll see as it happens.

*O’Callaghan spits on the floor next to Kramer and walks away.

*Marty Helms is shown storming through the backstage area, he bursts into Alex Walkers office to find the General Manager sat at his desk…

AW: Sure, just barge in, I’m not busy at all….

MH: Oh cut the crap, Alex! Did you see what happened to me out there? Are you pleased with yourself? This whole thing is a god, damn, joke.

AW: You need to calm down.

MH: CALM DOWN?! ARE YOU FRICKING SERIOUS!?

*Helms slams his fist on to Walker’s desk as the General Manager gets to his feet

AW: Do we need to get someone in here to remove you? Cause I sure as hell am not going to have talent coming in here and pushing their weight around.

MH: Oh, you’d know all about pushing your weight around, wouldn’t you? Tell me, Alex. How many other talents have you double booked since you walked into this company again? I’ll tell you, none. But you sure as sh*t manage to stick it to the guys trying their hardest and putting the graft in. Is it because you’re threatened? Is that why you stuck it to Grace, or O’Callaghan? Putting me in a triple threat?

AW: Hold up a minute…. I didn’t stick it to anyone. I’m running a business. I’m putting on a show for the fans. The people that pay the money, they people that pay your damn salary. And you pulled a double shift? Big news. Who cares. What goes around, comes around. You wanna talk the talk, Marty, you can damn sure back it up out there.

MH: I did…

AW: I’m still talking.

*Walker stares a hole through Helms…

AW: Next time you take it upon yourself to burst into my office, I’d think about how you wanna act and what you’re hoping to achieve. Cause if pi**ing off the GM was top of your goals, you nailed it, kid.

As for Born in Fire, you’re damn right you’re in a triple threat, and you can guarantee that match is STILL on. Now get the hell outta my office before I strip you of that damn title and suspend your ass.

*Helms stands, fuming as he eyeballs Walker.

MH: This ain’t over, Walker.

AW: Oh, I believe it is.

*Helms shakes his head and storms out of the office, slamming the door as Walker sits back down at his desk and we head back to ringside

*Cameron Faith stands with Tim Allen

TA: Cameron, a big start to the evening. Yourself and Xavier Ross obviously have a lot of animosity towards our Television Champion.

CF: Aye, fair hate the c***. And Ross.

TA: So there’s no plan here for the two of you to take out a bigger problem?

*Faith goes to speak, but another voice interrupts.

“Oh, there’s no bigger issue in play here than the one who has just walked into your little interview...”

*Xavier Ross walks into the interview

XR: I am the problem for these men, Tim. I am the one Helms has to fear.

CF: Words are easy, pal. Try fighting....how's the jaw?

*Ross smirks and taps his chin, wincing slightly from the bruise left by the earlier superkick. Faith takes steps towards Ross and the pair come face to face.

CF: But am no into it now, pal.

XR: Yes, Cameron. You do have a little sense resting in there...landing that kick when my back is turned is one thing, I'd like to see just how tough you are when we're face to face...

CF: Born in Fire, time to burn...you'll see

XR: Yes, Cameron. I agree. We wait, we settle this at the pay-per-view. And one of us emerges as champion, after we demolish the idiot first. I want this one on one, you and I, and I want this with the title.

CF: Aye. I’ll take him down and then you, lad.

*Faith nods, and walks away, the scene fading as Ross smiles.

*Christy James is walking through the corridors, followed by the cameras. She arrives at the changing room doors, knocks loudly and then goes in without waiting. As she steps in, the light from outside illuminates a patch in the room. There sits Gazzy, staring at bandages he has wrapped around his palms.

CJ: Stop this!

*She flicks the light and Gazzy looks up. His eyes adjust, but he shows no happiness, sadness, anger or any other emotion.

CJ: What does this achieve?

GD: What does what achieve?

CJ: What do you think, Gazzy? Sitting back here alone, spending all this time alone - what does it do?

GD: It brings me to where I need to be, Christy.

CJ: We did this, we did the lonewolf stuff. You tried to hide this all from me, and it nearly killed us. If you hide from me, you hide in the darkness, none of the light can get in.

GD: Christy, I know you are my light. But this one is different. I’m not lost in the shadows like before, I’m walking through them.

*She steps over to him and then sits next to him, resting an arm on his leg.

CJ: It’s where he wants you to be

*He turns to her, looks her in the eye and takes her hands in his

GD: I love you, Christy, but I need to do this alone. Not to protect you, but to protect me. Nothing means more to me than you, but Liam Wood won’t stop in harming you. He lost the one woman who cared for him, and look what happened? He’s gone from Anakin to Vader.

CJ: And what are you? Luke?

*Gazzy smiles, and the smile gets to Christy too.

CJ: I’ve missed that smile

GD: Maybe I am the Luke in this story, Christy. The good guy, full of emotion, full of flaws...maybe destined for my own Skywalker ending.

*The smile fades and the pair meet eyes again.

GD: He will go beyond the limitations of honour and this business. For me, for you, for us...please stay away from Born in Fire.

*Christy just stares but Gazzy intent remains. He locks eyes with her and she nods, sadly, slowly. The scene fades as they hug.

The cameras quickly change and on the run we hear the commotion before we see it as Liam Wood has launched GazzyD against a stack of production cases. He drags Gazzy back up and smashes him through the firedoor and out into the parking lot, security rushing onto the scene to try and prevent it from going any further.

HA: Liam Wood is a damn maniac.....these two men are set for Last Man Standing at Born in Fire.....isn't that enough?

HE: GazzyD pursued this and Wood warned him not to....now he's going to pay, he'll be lucky if he gets to Born in Fire...

Wood picks up a steel girder, blocking off access to the arena, and he hauls it backwards at the security in order to keep them at bay. He then kneels over Gazzy and rains down heavy punches to his head before hauling him up once more...

HA: This side to Liam Wood needs to be kept in line.....he's got evil intentions.....NOT AGAIN!

HE: He's gonna do to Gazzy what he did to Kenty....

Wood pulls Gazzy over to a nearby car and he cracks his head straight into the driver's window, fortunately the glass doesn't budge but leaves a mark from the impact. Wood pulls Gazzy's head up again...

Wood: I told you....I told you and that stupid b1tch what would happen if you crossed me.....

HE: OH MY GOD!

Wood aims Gazzy's head at the window again but this time Gazzy elbows free and slams Wood's head straight through the glass, leaving the UK Champion sprawled there. Gazzy takes a few moments to compose himself as the alarm sounds out...

HA: GazzyD just destroyed Liam Wood's face....he had no other damn choice....do or die....

HE: Wood was going to end Gazzy once and for all....but his plan has backfired....he's a bloody mess!

HA: Now Gazzy looks fired up....this needs to be stopped...

Medics and security are on site, trying to calm the situation, but Gazzy looks furious now as he drags the blood-stained face of Liam Wood from the remains of the window and he hauls him onto the bonnet of the car before climbing after him.

HE: What's he doing.....Gazzy don't do it...

HA: Gazzy's feelings toward Wood are mutual....he wants this ended.....SWEET MOTHER OF GOD....DEEP IMPACT ON THE HOOD OF THE CAR!

The dull thud echoes through the carpark as Gazzy hooks Wood's arms and then destroys him on top of the car with the facebuster. Gazzy just kneels there for a moment and then slides off as security move in...

HE: If this was at Born in Fire then we'd have a new UK Champion, no doubt....Wood is not answering a ten count...

HA: Liam Wood will be lucky if he's properly conscious in the next hour after that...

Security: Mr Walker's orders, Gazzy....we need to escort you from the building....

The security guards motion for the medics to move in and check on Liam Wood as Gazzy allows himself to be directed back into the arena. Wood is a bloody messy, unmoving face-down on the roof of the car, and medics have to be extremely careful as they load him down onto a stretcher...

HA: Liam Wood is battered here....just two weeks from Born in Fire....you have to imagine what state he's going to be in when he arrives to defend the UK Championship!

HE: Can he defend after that? GazzyD has brutalised him here....

HA: Gazzy had no other choice, if he hadn't reacted then Wood was going to do the same to him if not worse....

HE: These two men and this whole situation is out of control....

HA: And now you can see why I said this main event was a bad idea...

HE: The main event hasn't even started....what the hell is going to happen with the six guys left?

HA: Was scheduled for an eight man tag match but folks we are down to six.....quick commercial break and we'll be back....

*In the back, Uryu is in the Doctor’s office once again. Walker is there with him, concerned, as Uryu is flat out on the bed. He is covered in open wounds, blood and is the bandages and other coverings are all showing blood seeping through. He tries to sit up, but he drops back down halfway.

AW: Doctor, what can you tell me?

Dr: Nothing life threatening, Alex. But he needs a month off, at the least. I told you both earlier, he cannot handle this kind of brutality in his current state. I often wonder how these men get up the next week to wrestle after these brutal matches, but these constant attacks on Uryu have taken that resolve and split it in half.

UI: I’m fine

*Walker looks at Uryu, his voice weak and pained.

AW: Uryu, you can’t even sit up. This isn’t sustainable.

UI: I don’t care…

*Walker looks away from him and back to the doctor.

Dr: Alex, send him home. Don’t let him back for a long time. I’ve seen your schedule, he could make Day of Reckoning.

AW: He won’t stay out that long, doc. But a month’s rest seems the least before I’ll him back to be checked

UI: NO!

*They both turn to see Uryu sitting up, fury in his eyes.

UI: I want Engel.

AW: In time, Uryu

UI: Not in time, Alex! Two weeks. Born in Fire, if ever there was a more suitable name.

Dr: I can’t sign off on that, not with good conscience.

AW: And if the doc won’t, then legally I am in no position.

*Uryu stands now, somehow, shuffling up, clearly in agony.

AW: Please sit, Uryu.

UI: Born in Fire, Alex. Versus Engel. International Title. I’ve earned it, he’s earned his fate of defeat to me.

AW: I can’t sanction that, Uryu.

UI: Then make it unsanctioned. Put it on the card, Alex. I don’t need your word to fight him, but I do need a ring. Check with the madman himself, I dare say he’ll accept. Tell him to put his title on the line, you can accept it afterwards or not. That’s up to you, but this isn’t 6CW’s issue, this is his and mine.

*Walker looks Uryu in the eye, they hold eye contact for a few seconds before Walker nods and shakes his hand

AW: I do this out of respect for you, Uryu. But this is the only time, because you deserve to beat him, and he does not deserve to get away with this. It’s on the card, I will leave it up to him to put his title on the line and accept your challenge formally.

*Uryu nods and then lies back down, the doctor going over to finish caring for him and Walker walking away to prepare for the contract signing.