6wE - The Return! Sunday 13th January

We cut to room lit up in a red light. The camera spans round as the figure of the fanatic is shown. He bends down and stares into the lens of the camera. His face paint smudged. He licks his lips as he starts to speak.

F-Prophets of rage called upon him. Arms open and fists clenched. He embraced there word. Spoken with such force and clarity as if it was a fist to the jaw. His path was chosen as if it was written in his own blood. The rapture awaits.

Fanatic walks along a wall wrapped in barbed wire running his hand a long it.

F- 6we what you don't realise is we are a different breed.
You think over super kick we think tyre iron over head.
To choke someone out you think sleeper hold or kokina clutch we think duck tape and a plastic bag.
I'm the fall out siren for those that can not hear.
Im the warning sign for those that can not see.
I am the fanatic
The anti hero of professional wrestling
I am the last second on that ticking time bomb
I am fear
I am in the ultra violent tournament
The clock is ticking for each and every opponent
I am the dark destroyer
And Its time to rise.

The fanatic continues to run his hand along the barbed wire until he gets to his old eliminator mask. He pulls on the mask and stares into the camera as we fade to darkness and the sound of a music box plays.