6CW Proving Grounds- Monday 25th November (Iron Man Week 4)

*Miss Jessica will address the landscape of 6CW following last week’s events

Bout 1
Iron Man Quarter Final
Marty Helms vs Vincent Costello

Bout 2
Iron Man Quarter Final
Liam Wood vs O’Callaghan

Bout 3
Angelo Trust/James McManus/Jimmy Phillips vs Dante Phoenix/Karl Kramer/Scott Harris

Bout 4
Iron Man Quarter Final
Engel Harlequin vs Jackson Jackson

Main Event
Iron Man Quarter Final
Cerberus vs Damion Onyx

Plus:
*An update on the condition of Uryu Ishida and Cillian Frost
*Hero’s future will be resolved

*Angelo Trust is sat down backstage in rather resplendent setting, a warm room, plants, art and general finery surrounding them.

Across from him sits Christy James

CJ: Angelo, thank you for coming to talk to us. This has been a very tumultuous time for you, with rumours and stories around your conduct and friendships with controversial figures becoming louder and louder.

AT: It has been...a stressful time. I nearly refused this interview, such were the problems surrounding all of this. Maybe it would have been better to do that, to keep my counsel, but the public also need to see wrestling royalty, us in the 6CW family, as open and transparent figures.

CJ: That’s all very well, but some might say you are only here now because you have been caught and caught up in all this. I - -

AT: Christy, I reject claims of wrongdoing in this case.

CJ: In which? Let’s start with your controversial win last week against Dante Phoenix. Did you intend to go low and take advantage of the referee’s obstructed view?

*He breathes in deeply

AT: Honestly, no. I regret that my conduct has come into question with this and I regret that this has clouded my first win in 6CW. If I am guilty of anything, I was possibly being too loyal to our wrestling principles here. I was so concerned with striking cleanly that I have hit him too firmly. In a way, the shock of my precise strike may have caused the reverberation that gives the impression of a lower strike, but that makes us both just victims of circumstance.

CJ: So you stand by this being not only a mistake, but not even an incident?

AT: As a man of my stature, I must honestly explain my actions. But I don’t have to accept blame that is not mine to take.

CJ: There is also controversy around your relationship with one man: Jackson Jackson. Why have you decided to talk about this now?

AT: Because there is no good time to talk about Mr Jackson and all things associated. And actually it's a very good opportunity and I'm delighted to be able to see you today.

CJ: Now because you were perceived by the public as the training prince of 6CW, due to those Twitter interactions, was that something you shared?

AT: Well, I think that's also a bit of a stretch. I don't know why I've collected that title because I don't… I never have really trained. I was unsigned for quite a long time but then after I got signed I was very happy and I've never really felt the need to go and train and certainly going to Jackson’s was not about training, absolutely not.

CJ: So when those Twitter comments about a training trip were discussed recently, you didn’t train with him?

AT: On that particular day that we now understand is the date which is the 10th of November, I was at home, I was watching Matilda and I'd taken my dog to a Pizza Express in Woking for a party at I suppose sort of 4:00 or 5:00 in the afternoon. And then because my Mum was away, we have a simple rule in the family that when one is away the other one is there. I was on terminal leave at the time from the wrestling academy so therefore I was at home.

CJ: Why would you remember that so specifically? Why would you remember a Pizza Express birthday and being at home?

AT: Because going to Pizza Express in Woking is an unusual thing for me to do, a very unusual thing for me to do. I've never been… I've only been to Woking a couple of times and I remember it weirdly distinctly. As soon as somebody reminded me of it, I went, "Oh yes, I remember that." But I have no recollection of ever meeting or being in the company or the presence.

CJ: So you're absolutely sure that you were at home on the 10th November?

AT: Yeah.

CJ: Witnesses were very specific about that night, they described training with you.

AT: No.

CJ: And you profusely sweating and that they went on to have bath possibly.

AT: There's a slight problem with the sweating because I have a peculiar medical condition which is that I don't sweat or I didn't sweat at the time and that was… was it… yes, I didn't sweat at the time because I had suffered what I would describe as an overdose of adrenalin in Mexico when I was suplexed and I simply… it was almost impossible for me to sweat. And it's only because I have done a number of things in the recent past that I am starting to be able to do that again. So I'm afraid to say that there's a medical condition that says that I didn't do it so therefore…

CJ: They provided a photo of the two of you, Jackson and yourself, together.

AT: Yes, yes.

CJ: Your arm was around his waist.

AT: Yes

CJ: You've seen the photo.

AT: I've seen the photograph.

CJ: How do you explain that?

AT: I can't because I don't… I have no… again I have absolutely no memory of that photograph ever being taken.

CJ: Do you recognise yourself in the photo?

AT: Yes, it's pretty difficult not to recognise yourself.

CJ: Your friends suggested that the photo is fake.

AT: I think it's… from the investigations that we've done, you can't prove whether or not that photograph is faked or not because it is a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. So it's very difficult to be able to prove it but I don't remember that photograph ever being taken.

CJ: But it's possible that it was you with your arm around his waist?

*Trust stands up

AT: I do appreciate your time, Christy, but this is now an attack on me after my win last week and now a refusal to listen to my answers here. I bid you good day.

CJ: But...

AT: Good day!

*He storms away and the scene fades

Backstage at the Emirates Arena, Travis Sharp is standing by...

TS: ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time, Vincent Costello...

The crowd pop as the shot expands to reveal Costello, looking agitated, angry and impatient.

TS: Vincent, after the events of last weeks proving grounds you seem to have a lot of balls in the air, plates to spin if you will?! Firstly there’s Hero, a man who attacked you two weeks ago with a steel chair during your match with Jimmy Philips and speaking of the Talent... you were viciously brutalised by him just this past week with a baseball bat to your spine. Then there’s your storied past with nemesis Liam Wood, who’s match you previously interrupted and now you have a huge quarter final match up in the iron man tournament, with past champion and in many peoples opinion the favourite for this competition Marty Helms and that’s not even mentioning his alliance with James McManus who could very well play a factor in that match!!!! My god Vincent, you certainly know how to find trouble?! The odds are quite frankly against you!

VC: Are you finished Travis? I think you better sit down, maybe find a oxygen tank, take a Valium or if that all fails, just shut your damn mouth, because I have something to say...

Let me break it down for you real simple, I’ve spent my entire career with the deck stacked against me, with the odds against me, with threats beating down the door, baying for my blood. And I’ll let you into a little secret, that’s exactly how I like it, that’s how I want it... you see, when you think you have the better of Costellos Law, when you think you’ve stacked the deck so high that the mere thought of me scaling those insurmountable odds seems so far fetched... that’s when I’m at my most dangerous, that’s when I’m at my most prolific and that’s when those that threaten me should not be the most confident, they should be scared. Because if you know your history, if you’ve done your homework, you’ll know that the odds mean jack to me and they never have.

So, where to start with the long list of people on my s£it list... let’s begin with the least relevant, the most insignificant... Liam Wood, what’s left to say that hasn’t been said hundreds, thousands of times before, if the punk wants a fight, I’m not hard to find, I’m the guy who can be found in the centre of the ring, boots laced up, fists clenched and an abundance of a$$ whoopings waiting to be handed out.

So that brings me to number three on my sh£t list... Hero, it’s a good thing that he wears those dirty, stinking, crap looking covered trousers, because the next time I see that dried up used to be, I’m gonna punch him so hard in his face that’s he gonna sh£t himself. Stay out of my my way old timer, or the next time you put yourself in my business, I’ll end you.

New in at number two, moving his way swiftly up the charts... it’s the Talent, Jimmy Philips... all this guy has a talent for is pi$$ing me off and by taking a baseball bat to me, he’s just painted a bullseye right between his eyes. Jimmy, I’m not going to be as lenient on you as I am Hero, regardless of whether you find me, or I find you first, your card is marked Philips and one way or another I’m going to make you pay.

And finally, the guy who currently sits right at the top of my focus, right in the crosshairs of Costello’s Law... Marty Helms. We’ve never gone toe to toe before Helms and up to now you’ve never crossed me, but the fact you stand in between me and the 6CW world title means your right where nobody wants to be, a top of my my sh£t list... there’s no doubt you’re a threat, your shear size, your aggression, your attitude, your Costello like will to win by any means necessary, it’s all made you very successfully here in 6CW over the years... but the fact of the matter is you’ve never faced me, you’ve never come up against a force like Costello’s Law. So on November 25th, live, here in the emirates arena Glasgow, live on YouTube, you’re going to find out first hand, for the first time ever what it’s like to sh£t your pants in front of thousands in attends and millions watching at home!!!!

So yes Travis, the deck is well and truly stacked against me, four guys all wanting to get the better of me... but Costello’s Law won’t waiver, it won’t hesitate... so line them all up, drag out all the McManus’s, security, steel chairs, baseball bats, hell... drag the announce team and timekeeper our there too, send in the national guard, but it still won’t be enough to keep me from the world heavyweight championship.

Costello’s Law says... Against All Odds!

Costello, shoves the microphone back into the chest of Travis Sharp as he walks out of the scene.

*The arena is plunged into darkness. After a few moments of silence, a pair of wings appear as silhouettes lit in the middle of the rings. The noise of a creaking door rings out and then heavy footsteps, before a deep voice declares

“LISTEN...TO ME”

*Remedy by Seether begins to play and out walks Marty Helms into the 6CW arena, the wings now on the screen as he walks out onto a low lit stage.

HL: Well, that was a little different

JT: A little eerie, a lot menacing, and the new opening refrain for Marty Helms comes with a new image too.

*Helms is free from his Lights Out t-shirt, instead a black leather jacket, black trousers and a black t-shirt that has “Paragon” written in white letters.

JT: It appears there’s been a change in the thinking for Marty Helms, but he’s still the same old sadistic and egotistical villain if last week’s 6CW is anything to go by

HL: Sadistic? Egotistical? As far as I can see, the man has acted five steps ahead of everyone else’s thinking.

JT: Sure, the alliance with McManus at least shows cunning, but why attack Uryu? Helms was through, the outcome didn’t matter to him at all.

*Helms walks into the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand. He stands between the two wings and a spotlight settles on him, the wings still either side.

HL: What do you know of what this great man is planning?

*Helms raises the microphone

MH: My predecessor as the Best in the World put a twist on the words of a great man this week when he said “just when they think they’ve got the answers, I change...the culture.”

That is what I do in this company: I change the culture. I think about every little detail that I need to think about. McManus wants something I can give him, and Marty Helms finds a willing ally. He worries I see him as a puppet, but I don’t need you even wrapped around my little finger, James. This is a mutually beneficial situation, nothing more, nothing less. Uryu learned that

*The fans boo and a venom fires in Helms’s eyes

MH: I told you to keep my name out of your mouth. You think you can skulk around backstage and mention me? This is what you get. The Angel of Mercy delivered salvation.

*More boos, but Helms is undeterred

MH: Then there’s the drunken boss and his disease riddled mistress. Marty Helms begs no one, but I’m not a stupid man. This business is politics. I won’t be forgotten in their soap opera stories. I can play their game, they just need to worry whether they can play mine.

And the same can be said for Vincent Costello…

*A few cheers go up at the mere mention.

MH: Yea, I remember Costello. A gangster, a wide boy. He used to be vicious, sadistic, a little bit unhinged. It wasn’t sport for him unless someone suffered.

*He smiles

MH: And then something changed. Now Vincent wants you people to like him. You people. You. Little wrestling fans with your signed photos and your old DVDs.

He lost his edge. His intensity. He met Liam Wood and never moved on. It festered, he changed, and now he’s back here as a caricature of himself.

The imitation game is up. I’m back here to reclaim the title I never lost. You’re here to get out of the house. You’ve lost your edge, Vincent, and people like me don’t stand still and wait for you to find it. We take over, we progress. We change the culture.

*He shakes his head

MH: You carry on, Vincent, try to be the kind face of bastardry. And I’ll put people out of their misery. Well done on getting through, but the question is, is to have had and lost better than not having at all?

*With that, Helms begins to step through the ring ropes

The lights in arena dim and the image of red rose that gradually becomes entwined in thorns appears on the big screen. Red strobe lights crack through the darkened arena and the words COSTELLO’S LAW appear on the screen.... ‘Killing in the name of’ by Rage Against the Machine starts to blast out and echo around the stadium, as Vincent Costello struts out onto the stage.

JT: To coin a phrase... business has just picked up!

HL: Costello is so easily provoked, just the mere mention of his name and he rushes out here. Helms is right... Costello used to be a bad a$$, the master of the mind games, now he’s an attention seeker!

Costello is dressed in torn jeans with a Costello’s Law hoodie and denim jacket, he pauses on the stage, microphone in hand as the crowd give him a huge ovation...

VC: Not so fast there Marty, you wait right there!

Quite the philosopher these days aren’t you? But I’m not so sure you fully comprehend half the words that just came of your mouth; culture, caricature, imitation, the angel of mercy, who delivers salvation?????!!!!!

What the hell happened to you? Did you fall asleep watching Cartoons on Netflix and then three hours later when you woke up on the couch all blurry eyed... the TV had auto played into some cultural documentary and you thought to yourself... that sh£t sounds good!

Stick to the small words and pictures that you understand Marty, anything more than a grunt out of you and it just lacks all credibility.

You wanna talk about imitation... well I can tell you’ve seen my old clips, I can tell you remember Costello’s Law, you’re trying so hard to be me... it’s flattering really and who can blame you, even at my lowest, even on my worst day, I could chew up half the locker room and still make it home in time for dinner.

But you know what, maybe you’re right, maybe I have lost my edge, maybe I have lost my intensity and maybe just maybe I am here to get out of the house... but then again, maybe I’m not... maybe I’m just as ferocious and vindictive as I always have been and you know what... that’s what makes me so dangerous right now. You have no idea what your coming up against tonight, the fear of the unknown, that’s what’s gonna burn you up, that’s what’s gonna eat away at you... and when that bell sounds and I can see that doubt, that fear creeping it’s way into your consciousness, that’s when I will know, I’ve already won!

So you can run your mouth about my past, you can run your mouth about how I’m a has been... but the reality you sadly have to face is that you you just won’t know, until it’s too late.

Oh and Marty... the only culture you understand is Culture Club, come to think of it... you and Boy George are quite similar; had some success a while ago, only really had one big hit than you won’t stop going on about and from the looks of you, you share his penchant for substances.

Costello gestures to Helms size and definition.

VC: But in all seriousness, you wanna change the culture of 6CW, of your environment. Well Costello’s law has never been a product of his environment... my environment, is a product of me. And tonight, in that very ring... you step into my environment!!!

Costello lowers the microphone as he stares down Helms from entrance stage.

As Costello stares down Helms from the ring there’s a commotion from the crowd and the cameras zoom into the disturbance to find Hero sat on top the concrete stairwell, a mic at his side, a couple of security guards are futilely gesturing for him to get down but he swings a steel chair nonchalantly in their direction and they decide he’s not worth minimum wage to deal with and back away. He places the chair at his side and grabs the mic

HL: Hero, a former great, a former 8-time World Champion, a former Grand Slam Winner, a Hall of Famer.

JT: Note the use there a lot of the word former, all of Hero’s accolades are but faded memories, half the audience here were still in shorts when he was last relevant.

HL: Hero has a very good way of often making himself relevant, he’s reinvented himself numerous times when required, he may look a state but behind that grizzled face I’m sure that mind is as sharp as any of the younger generation. The eyes may have faded but that Machiavellian brain will be plotting something.

Hero clears his throat into the mic and addresses the masses…

Hero: Erm hi Costello, I thought it best to come outta here as clearly things have got a little out of hand. Like this time a month we’d not really met and then bam it got intense real quick, we exchanged steel chairs, you swiped right, one thing led to another and I’m sat up here with internal bleeding. Now you’re probably wondering why? To be fair when we look at you Costello that’s often the question on our lips, why? Like why didn’t he claim a Darwin award? Why didn’t his parents thrown him in the canal at birth? Why does he think Costello’s Law is a decent catchphrase?

Hero passes the mic back and forth between his hands

Hero: And Christ on a bike you don’t go through the A-Z of wrestling cliches, have you actually heard yourself? That diatribe had me reaching for my 6CW bingocard, deck stacked tick, insurmountable odds tick, this is my ring full house! Although for some bizarre reason you call it your environment like you’re Greta fecking Thunberg? Well How Dare You! How Dare You! See that’s a pop culture reference there Costello, know your audience, telling the crowd someone reminds them of Boy George, think most of the crowd weren’t even born when they were about.

I came back to 6CW and I’d heard you were the master of mind games, that pricked my ears.  I’ve been many things in this industry but knowing how to press other peoples buttons, you know to the point where they actually believe it’s them that’s come out of it the victor, that it was their decision to act upon, that at every opportunity it was their choice, their freewill, that it was their choice but all they ever were was a pawn in a much bigger game of chess. Now I fully appreciate that right now you’re having to deal with that monosyllabic knuckle-dragging hoodlum over there *points at Helms* so I’ll give you a little benefit of  the doubt, but that’ll be done and dusted soon enough *Hero looks down at the steel chair at his side and picks it up in one hand* Be a terrible shame wouldn’t it Vinnie if something cost you that tournament spot. Be seeing you soon Vincent, very soon.

Hero places the mic down on the stairwell and walks into the back, the chair at his side.

"Into the fire" blazes out of the speakers and there is a rousing reception from the crowd in attendance as Dante Phoenix enters the Proving Grounds. He lowers his hood as his golden pyro erupts around him and then heads across the walkway toward the ring.

JT: Dante Phoenix still chasing that elusive first victory here in 6CW...

JR: Not for want of trying....the young Canadian's performances have wowed the crowds here but the stats don't lie...

HE: Exactly, he's a loser...he may have been some big shot in crappy indies around the world but this is 6CW and he is finding out, first hand, that he doesn't measure up...

JT: I think you're being incredibly harsh....he was the victim of a terrible assault by Engel Harlequin before his first match, he went to a time limit draw with O'Callaghan the following week, and last week....well let's be honest...

HE: Don't you dare say it...

JT: Angelo Trust kicked him in the damn nuts....we all saw it...

HE: You saw what you wanted to see because of your agenda....because of the witchhunt against Trust...

JR: Oh, brother....

(Phoenix hops over the top rope into the ring and takes a microphone from the Michael Bird. He bows graciously at the reception he has received from the crowd before he begins to speak)

Dante: You know, for a guy without a win in this company, I'm not entirely sure I deserve that kind of recognition...

(More cheers ring out)

Dante: But I sure as hell appreciate that, I really do....because I'm standing here before you all, proud to be representing 6CW, and although I'm down on my luck I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I haven't even begun to scratch beneath the surface of my capabilities....

When I signed to this company I know a lot of people looked me up....watched a lot of footage of what I did in Japan, what I did in Mexico, the great matches I had in the States and back home....I garnered a lot of hype, got a lot of people excited...

But as of yet I haven't produced, I haven't even come close.....and I'm not out here to make excuses, I'm not even going to try because that isn't me....that's not what I do....instead I'm knuckling down, working harder than ever, and I have every confidence that everything is going to click into place and then I'll show the world exactly why they call me the "Divine One"...

HE: Yeah, ok then boomer...

Dante: Which brings me onto this week....Proving Grounds....my hopes of being the first 6CW Champion of the new era might be over but that has not dented my belief that I'll reach that summit one day....and the only way to that is put my results together and allow my performances to do the talking...

Six man tag team action.....yours truly gets to team with the man mountain, himself, Karl Kramer...

(Big cheer goes up)

Dante: And the wrestling wrecking machine....the sharpshooter, Scott Harris...

(Crowd pop)

Dante: Against the team of Jimmy Phillips.....James McManus....and a man I know very well, Angelo Trust...

(Boos ring all around and Dante smiles)

Dante: Now I need to make one thing clear right now....I'm not on a revenge mission here, I'm not even remotely angry with what happened last week between me and Angelo....

I've seen all the media, I've seen his little pi55y reaction to being called out on kicking me in the nuts....but in all honesty I don't really care.....

Do I think he meant it? I don't know....judging by his defensiveness I'd say probably but none of that matters....he got the W and I went home with my tail between my legs....that's all the record books will remember....that's all I remember...

I've said my entire career that you do what you have to in order to win....you go to places that your opponent is not willing.....and I haven't exactly operated within the rules every day of my life....But that being said, I'm not going to just let it go...

Angelo wants the world to get off his back and stop challenging him? Then pick your toys up off the floor, kid, and make them....prove your not a fluke.....put your dummy back in and show us all that you ain't some one hit wonder...

Same goes for Phillips....same goes for McManus....they're running round here hitting people with baseball bats, putting people in the hospital......looks to me like these guys want a fight, like they're itching for a war...

And they're looking in the right damn place.....because I'm not moving a damn inch....I'm standing right here and I'm ready to go...

Only one team can be left standing on Monday night and I'm not losing another damn match.....all six of us may not have the prospect of the world title in our near future but I refuse to be a forgotten man.....I'm making my own destiny....

And I dare anyone to come out here and try to take it away from me...

*A throat clearing cough can be heard through the speakers and out walks Angelo Trust. There are some boos. He shakes his head sadly

AT: You know, with the week I’ve had, I really thought someone like you wouldn’t be out here stoking hatred and create a fake news buzz.

*He walks further down the ramp

AT: Thankfully, Fact Check on Twitter were on hand to tell me about the lies in your manifesto, but I’m hoping this is an innocent mistake.

*He carries on and then stands below him, outside the ring

AT: I hope you don’t mind if I come in there with you, Dante. I know last time didn’t end how you planned...

*Dante quite calmly offers him to step into the ring so Trust accepts the offer. He stands away from his opponent

AT: AT: I often tell people that I shook hands with God once and told him he could’ve done things better. It’s a metaphor for this business, and some of us young guns are coming in here to be the change that was needed.

*He eyes Dante up

AT: I can see you eyeing me up, that’s really passive aggressive. We are both learning here. My thing has been that I’m hitting all the right moves, but not necessarily in the right order. Maybe that’s why that shot to your thigh stung so much you grabbed your groin? It was a frantic match after all!

But after that match, well it’s like I found good and evil making out in the cupboard. I got some glory, but it was ruined by lies and attacks on my character. Then the Jackson Jackson controversy started, as if going to a place he’d once trained meant we were friends.

*He sighs heavily

AT: But even after talking openly about so many things, still I’m the one to blame for your problems. Well, Dante: Let me know when you’re a success and I will follow in your footsteps.

(Dante nods in respect at Kramer's words and pats his huge shoulder. He then turns to Trust and smiles)

Dante: I don't expect you to follow in my footsteps....I really wouldn't want you to....because that would mean you'd have to embrace your true self....and I don't think you're ready for that, I really don't.....the denial oozes from you...

You know, Angelo, I have absolutely no idea if you believe the things that are coming out of your mouth and, to be honest, I don't really care....

I don't care about what happened with Jackson Jackson, I don't care if you have actually convinced yourself that you kicked me anywhere other than the nutsack, I don't care if you actually believe the whole world has a vendetta against you...

All I care about is fighting.....performing....doing what I do best and putting on a show for all of these people...

(The crowd cheer and Dante points to himself, Trust and Kramer)

Dante: We are a new generation for 6CW and I don't expect us all to be the same, how damn vanilla would that be....we have different views, different styles, different ways in which we choose to get the job done....but on Monday night you are once again my opponent and I have no other plans than putting you in your place....

That isn't passive aggressive, there is no alternative agenda, this isn't a revenge mission.....you stand across from me as a foe and whilst I respect any and all of my opponents, nothing is going to stop me from kicking your head right off of your shoulders....

Not because I don't like you....not because of what you did, accident or not.....but quite simply because you are standing in my way of where I want to be and I won't allow anyone to hold me back...

(Kramer can be seen nodding from the corner)

Dante: Monday night I've got a man mountain and a wrestling machine on my side.....you've got two guys with evil intentions but not a shred of integrity between them....I know which side of the line I'd rather be but again that comes down to choice...

And sooner or later you're going to have to choose too....accept who you are, shred the blame game, and own it or continue to live a life of lies and self-manipulation....

*Trust smiles once more and nods to Cannonball before looking at Dante

AT: I must admit, Dante, I expected more. From a man who just wants to fight, you don’t half seem desperate to talk.

*He looks at Cannonball and nods his head at Dante

AT: Hes done talking about the fake news groin shot, Cannonball. He’ll tell you a lot of times too.

*He turns back to Dante

AT: So good a man you are that you can’t accept it as anything but injustice, even when told earnestly otherwise. Why would anyone trust you if you refuse to trust them?

*He looks back to Cannonball

AT: It’ll be your fault somehow, I should expect. He’s had all this time and he can only flatter you rather than accept his own faults. Be very wary...

*Cannonball smiles and pays no heed to Trust, almost as if he’s lost dancing to himself. Trust shakes his head and looks at Dante once more

AT: And this is just cruel. The man doesn’t speak English, so far as I can tell. He’s not going to understand your betrayal, Dante.

I thought we’d gained a bit of respect after we fought so bravely? I thought we’d shared a rivalry in there that would help the loser, in this case you, learn from the victor, which was me.

*He walks over and puts an arm round the shoulder of Kramer.

AT: I’m looking forward to seeing what this guy can do out there, Dante. I just hope you recover your pride in that time and don’t let this visitor to our shores down

*Helms laughs. Loudly. Loudly at Costello on the ramp and the expression on his face as Hero leaves

MH: I’m not sure what’s funnier. His lame little joke or your fascination with him.

No, it’s easy. It’s the thought that either of you think you can find relevancy in the other. That’s the kind of s*** you would find with 6WF creative. Or maybe EWF…

*He laughs again

MH: I hope there weren’t too many syllables in that for the two of you, I’m sure he can hear me from the back. I’m sure you’re just desperate to get out there after him too. But you stand right there and you...listen...to me.

*He paces the ring, eyes never leaving Costello, the anger back

MH: You need to accept that a smarter, bigger, stronger man isn’t all I am. Technically better, wildly more vicious: I am what you wished you were even before the descent to part-timer, let alone what you pretend you could become now.

I am also winning back my title. You can get back to your piss-break feud with Gangrel’s porn-career double and I’ll go back to legitimising this business once more.

You’re in my path and you’re here about two weeks longer than any of your usual returns. It’s time for me to put you out of your misery and feed you to Hero. Least his history is worth this indulgence in his retirement; you’re something the world is eager to forget again.

Johnny Lawless storms out onto the stage microphone in hand staring vividly at Jackson Jackson.

JL: Ah Jackson Jackson, the man whose mother forgot she had named you once so named you again for good measure. You would be correct in your assumptions reading the "tale of the tape" that you are indeed bigger, faster STRONGER than my esteemed client. You are a pure wrestling genetic freak, I also assume you are better at Math than Scott Steiner, but you see, the thing is Mr. Jackson, what you forget to mention in this little comedy skit you have going on, is that you are scared. SCARED because what makes you a winner in this squared circle is not enough for a monster like Engel Harlequin. What you lack in this pursuit of victory is instinct, cold blooded violence, the pleasure of pain, these are the things you need if you are going to beat Engel Harlequin. Its plain as day to see, my client will break you Mr. Jackson, he will do so because I tell him to...

Jackson cockily takes a sip from his vanilla coke and smirks as Lawless shakes his head.

JL: Let me give you some FACTS Mr. Jackson. This is as far as you go here in 6CW, you are second best in this "contest" you will lose these are the facts, and if anything were to happen to you by "accident" so as to stop you competing in this next match...it would be on you and that cocky demeanour you sit there with. You want to talk to me about statistics Jackson, well I have just the one...check those vital stats now because when we are through with you...that will be in the power of the local hospital because we are going to BREAK you mentally and physically. I have had ENOUGH of you upstarts and wannabes trying to make a fool of me and my client, you have seen what he can do in that ring, it's about time you realised that its your time to face the music kid and said your good byes to these people.

Lawless drops the microphone and storms off.

We cut to a nearby hospital as we see Uryu Ishida laying motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling as "Story of my Life" by Michael Halliday plays in the background. A doctor walks in and picks up his chart.

Doc: Mr Ishida...i'm not sure what to say but...how? How are you still in any state to move after all your injuries? Your ribs on the last xray were cracked, bruised sternum, liver, kidneys. Your c4 vertebrae is dangerously cracked and the less said about your right tibia the better. Hell with your head traumas I wonder if you can understand things clearly.

Uryu continues to stare at the ceiling as an IV Bag is hooked up to his arm.

Doc: I'm not sure how long it will take you to recover or even if you will...I suggest you contact your employers.

The doctor leaves as the song finishes, leaving Uryu in the loudest silence, staring at the ceiling.

*The show returns from a commercial break and the worldwide 6CW fans are greeted to the jam packed Emirates arena, filled to the brim with wild 6CW super fans, however the fans are booing very loudly and ferociously. The camera zooms in as the arena goes black with a single beam of light shining down from the rafters, revealing a morose and mardy looking Damion Onyx sat on a chair entirely made out of hemp. Onyx is wearing an Eco-friendly earth coloured vest with leafy green shorts and recycled black sliders with a pair of long white cotton free socks. Onyx scans the arena, his eyes remain fixated on the crowd who are loudly chanting "I'm Vegan by the way" and "We love meat". Onyx scowls with venom before Mike Bird announces Onyx's presence in the ring.*

MB: Ladies and Gentleman, the Eco-warrior and the planets champion, Mr Damion Onyx!

*The crowd boo and groan with bordem and frustration as a bemused Onyx shakes his head. For a few moments, Onyx relaxes in his chair twirling the microphone in his hands before grinding to a slow halt. Onyx then raises the microphone to his lips.*

DO: You know... everyone seems to have underestimated me in this business. My intelligence and craft is unmatched by all. And if I had listened to you people and catered to your views and opinions on me from the start, I wouldn't be where I am now and that is on the edge of greatness.

DO: Back in California, we are told to go for our dreams and ignore the negativity that spews from the mouths of people. If I had subverted who I am and what I stand for, for you people when I arrived in this cold, dark country I wouldn't be three matches away from greatness. And you people can boo me and taunt me but I have let my dreams take control of me, not let you take control of Damion Onyx.

The crowd boo's with contempt and bordem as a "You suck" chant begins to reverberate around the Emirates Arena. Onyx reclines further in his chair, clearly enjoying the vitriol from the audience in attendance.*

DO: In a way I'm glad you people are recycling in a way, I mean sure, you're recycling a wrestling chant that is as old as time itself but sure! but this just reinforces the fact you're all mindless sheep...Your sheep because you follow a narrative you set in your heads and you all fall in line. Sure, its dangerous... a mass opinion leads to a mass narrative being created but what is more dangerous than that? the wisdom and brutality of the planet's champion, Damion Onyx.

DO: Let's be clear... last week, I ended the opportunity of a life time for a experienced, talented veteran in Uryu Ishida. On one night and one match, I took away a chance for one of your heroes to be champion and you mock me? you boo me? you tweet me at 2 in the morning saying "Damion Onyx" you're a bad wrestler! I can go on and on...But you people damage the earth every day of the damn year.

*The crowd boo as Onyx sits back up, almost frothing at the mouth before beginning a rant.*

DO: All you people are doing is destroying the planet every day with your needless greedy consumption, every single day you drink water from PLASTIC water bottles and every single day you eat meat from poor, defenseless animals, slaughtered for YOUR consumption. Each and everyone of you are responsible for the death and destruction of this planet and are responsible for the climate emergency.

DO: If you people want to boo me and say go back to California, you suck, because I ended the chance of a lifetime for one of your heroes, then go ahead. Thats a sin I can live with. But the sins you people commit day in and day out, the atrocities you commit makes my sin look like a blessing. HOW DARE YOU!

DO: Tonight, I face a monster. Tonight I go against Cerberus...

*The crowd provide a mixed reaction to Onyx as he looks slightly sheepish at the prospect.*

DO: Cerberus is a monster... Cerberus has proven that he is one of the finest wrestlers in this business. However, he is a monster but monsters can be stopped in their tracks. Just like the climate change disaster... See, Cerberus is a monster like global warming, But like global warming, it can be prevented from causing more damage and that's where the planet's champion comes into play.

DO: This planet needs a man to stand up for it... it needs a man that is willing to stand up to monsters like Cerberus and Shut him down. As I said last week, you don't have to be the strongest, the quickest or the most dominant. But what you do have to be is the smartest... This planet needs a representative and like global warming, Cerberus can and will be stopped tonight. The planet is relying on me... and I will not fail.

*The crowd boo as Onyx reclines back in his chair, his eyes lit up with confidence as he feels the heat from the crowd. The final shot before a commercial break is Onyx shaking his head at the sight of a fan who is using a plastic container with food in it. The commercial break out of interest was promoting Quorn.*

*Trust claps at Kramer, a genuine and joyful one. He walks over again and puts his arm round him, which Kramer dances out of. Trust tries once more and this time Kramer just steps away

AT: Loyalty, I like it! Very respectful of your teammates and the sanctity of competition. That's smart, brave and wise. We'll talk after.

*He nods to Kramer and walks to, then steps through the ropes. He turns back to look at Dante

AT: We could have been something, you and I. But you ruined it. Now I've got to go backstage and help a friend prepare for their big match. Not a friend, just someone I trained in a similar locality of. With adults.

BYE!

*With that, Car Show plays and Trust walks down the ramp and out

James McManus is shown pulling his case behind him with Jenny Mcmanus walking beside him arm in arm

Suddenly running behind them is Christy James she eventually catches up with the couple

CJ- Any words on your match tonight james?

McManus stares straight through her before speaking

JM- All of my talking will be done in the ring. When I single hardly win the 6 man tag team match and prove to the world that I still have it. That I am not just Helms' Lacky. That I am the future of professional wrestling. And soon I will be world champion

The mcmanus' walk away quickly as the scene fades away