6CWF Presents Proving Grounds - Monday October 9th (Episode 15)

Bout 1
Mike Hill/Rex Adamson vs Cassidy/Jerome Dubois

Bout 2
Cameron Faith vs Clarke James

Bout 3
Engel Harlequin vs O’Callaghan

Bout 4
Eddy Kent vs Geoff Steel

Bout 5
Daniel Reilly vs Dicey Reilly

Bout 6
Anthony Grace/Robin Reborn vs Scott Harris/Tyler Roth

Main Event
Steel Cage
Edward Plague vs Uryu Ishida

Confirmed for Destiny:

Dicey Reilly vs Marty Helms - Street Fight

GazzyD/Uryu Ishida vs Anthony Grace/Robin Reborn

Blue Dragon vs Cameron Faith

We're backstage and Tim Allen is stood, microphone in hand.

TA: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time accompanied by Oliver Keane, the 6CWF European Champion, Daniel Reilly.

Oliver Keane walks into the shot wincing slightly as he still feels the effect of the injured ribs, followed by Daniel Reilly who has the European Title draped over his shoulder.

TA: Daniel, congratulations on your win last week against Liam Wood, albeit with some assistance from Engel, do you have any comment?

Reilly stares daggers at Tim Allen before Oliver Keane steps forward and pulls Tim's microphone towards him.

OK: Tim, Tim, Tim. Do you really think that the result would of been any different had Engel Harlequin had or not had interfered in the match last week? Of course it wouldn't of been! You are looking at the man who has redisocvered his best form in your 6CWF European Champion. This is a man who came in and took loss after loss before he looked himself in the mirror and do you know what changed, Tim?

TA: Erm.. he started talking in third person again?

Reilly shoots Tim a stern look and goes to slap Tim but Keane grabs Reilly's hand and ushers him back.

OK: No Tim, Daniel Reilly cut all the deadweight that was weighing him down. He got rid of Drake and Keeley, he got rid of the fans, he turned to old Oliver Keane and in return, he also got rid of his losing ways. Now the man you see stood beside me is not just your 6CWF European Champion but also a future three time World Champion! He has captured Gold, he has stomped out the rise of Cody Walker, and he has smacked the evil out of Liam Wood, and that just leads us onto his next move when he takes on Dicey Reilly and..

Reilly snatches the microphone out of Tim's hand and pauses for a moment before raising the mic to his mouth.

DR: Daniel Reilly vs Dicey Reilly in 2023? Hell, the King remembers back in 2009 when Dicey and the King would clash and fight every night, every week, every month and what a time it was! In fact, when the King heard Dicey was coming back he was thrilled, excited even! But then it happened and Dicey is just.. well Dicey is still just Dicey. Dicey isn't the Dicey of 2009, he's older, he's more beat up, he's been through a hundred wars and more!

But some things do stay the same. You see, Dicey still likes to drink, he will still fight anything that move, and for reasons unknown to the King, he is still carrying around that damn piece of wood! Dicey, as the Champ has said, he was looking forward to your return, but all the King can see is a washed up old man getting his ass beat from pillar to post. Whilst you've grown old ungraciously, Daniel Reilly has evolved into a new breed and just like the old days, the King is still wearing gold! The King of the Streets is now the ruler of all of Europe and so you and your Irish people belong to me!

Dicey, the King can not wait to get back in that ring with you and throw it back for one more time. It'll be just like 2009 all over again, with the King whooping your drunk ass!

Just as Daniel Reilly is finished Dicey walks into shot, his face and throat bruised from his latest fight with Marty and smiles as his old foe.

Dicey: Have I wandered into a scene of The Ringer 2, Jeffy likes apples. And this must be the great Brian Cox’s replacement of Uncle Gary and they couldn’t have pick a bigger c**t.

Tim snatches the mic back and gives it to Dicey

Dicey: Thank you young Timothy. This is a blast from the past, my old sparring partner Daniel “The Lesser” Reilly. The man I spent the first two years of my 6CW career fighting. We had some matches didn’t we Danny Boy but this ain’t 2009-2011 and as you have mentioned I ain’t the same Dicey. To be fair I wasn’t after we finished our little relationship. I went on to become a legend in the business, winning titles, becoming a Grand Slam Champ, fighting some of the biggest names in Wrestling and you….well you drifted off into obscurity. You became a name I was called when they mixed us up on pub quizzes but look at you now 6CWF European Champion and hanging out with Mr. I used to own this place, Oliver Keane.

You’ve really set your bar high this time Danny Boy but I can’t scoff there is no gold on my shoulder so one of us are winning. (Daniel Reilly mouth “The King is”). I maybe the same drunk, the same brawler, the same person that walked the halls of 6CW back in the day but I difference now is I have no distractions. No Sally or Diesel or Jack or anyone, and you know what it’s liberating. I can back with a purpose and I am getting the job done bit by bit. I’m not surrounding myself with anyone I can find just so I can sneak a win here or there like the King is. I put myself to work, I even got poor old Marty all worked up enough that he’s agreed to a Street Fight at Destiny, what an idiot. I don’t need anyone to do what I need or gold or to address myself in the third person like some kind of remedial kid. You do you Danny Boy and I will do me but next week at Proving Ground Im going to give you what you truly want. A 2009 a** kicking by Dicey Reilly.

Dicey shoves the mic back into Daniel’s chest

Daniel stares at Dicey before taking the mic and pausing before raising it to his mouth. Daniel’s frown soon turns to a smirk as Keane stands looking from Dicey to Daniel.

DR: Well look what the cat dragged in. You see the King knew you was near here somewhere, he could smell you from a mile off! But the King is going to say something he never thought he would and that is that you are right, Dicey. Some things just never change. You are still the same man cracking the same high school jokes and to be quite frank, you were too old to be telling them jokes back then, never mind 14 years later!

Dicey, don’t be fooled when the King talks his trash because whether the Champ likes it or not, he respects you Dicey, he respects the history between the two, he respects the wars, the countless fights for Championship Gold!

But you have some nerve coming up to the King and saying that he slipped into obscurity. In fact, it’s quite funny that you came back to such a heroes welcome and what exactly have you achieved? How have you paid your loving fans back? You’ve come out week after week and had your ass handed to you and the King is sick of Originals like you coming back here and crapping all over the business that Daniel Reilly built from the ground up!

The King is disappointed in the shell of the man you have become. You used to be great, Dicey. Now the King can’t wait to watch you get your ass kicked once again. The King of the Streets will pay very close attention to your Street Fight, and trust the King when he tells you that you will only make it to that Street Fight if the Champ allows you to survive in our match next week.

The King looks forward to renewing the Reilly vs Reilly feud, Dicey, but don’t you dare for one second think that you have enough skill left to be stood in the ring with the King of all of Europe!

Reilly taps his European Championship as he shoots a trademark smirk in Dicey’s direction.

Dicey scratches his head and rubs his temples

Dicey: Jesus wept my head hurts even listening to that. Maybe all the “beatings” I’m getting week in and week out are getting to me like you said. I always liked you Danny Boy even when we were smacking the sh*t out of each other, a mutual respect you might say but don’t get ahead of yourself here. This fight next week is just a flash in the pan, like two old lovers who met again over Facebook and had a sh*g just for old times’ sake.  Nothing more, this isn’t back in the day so you won’t be using the Dicey name to spring board what you call a career.

Dicey smiles at seeing he has gotten to Daniel

Dicey: I didn’t come back here to bring back the good aul days and shoot the sh*t with you, I came back to restore what was taken from me and to get revenge on a loud mouth piece of dirt that was going around telling everyone how he retired me, how he put me on a dusty aul shelf never to be seen again. I don’t care what you have done since you’ve crawled out from under your rock, I don’t care that you double crossed Drake or that you’ve taken up with this bottom feeder. I really don’t care that you are walking around carrying that title over your shoulder but if you want me to care and to get all up in your business then I will happily give you an attitude adjustment or three just like the old days.  

Oliver Keane and Tim Allen are stood looking at Dicey and then Daniel before Keane steps forward.

OK: Okay gents, I’d say that’s enough, you’ve both had some fun but let’s leave it until next week in the ring shall we?

Daniel Reilly gently pushes Keane aside and stands face to face with Dicey.

DR: You want to talk about how the King used the Dicey name to springboard a career? You would not have had a career after you left had your surname not been Reilly!

Dicey, please don’t think that the King is giddy like some schoolgirl over the thought of getting in that ring with you, in fact if anything it’s a hindrance. The King is a Champion and can not see the benefit of having to step into the ring with old has beens.

You are right though, you have your own things going on, typical Dicey making enemies wherever he goes. Well as it goes, the King has his own business in restoring some pride to this European Championship!

And whilst we’re talking about Championships, it’s a hell of a good job you don’t care about winning them because you’ve never been further away from holding one then you are at this point in your career. The clocks ticking, Dicey, old Bettsy won’t be able to help you when your body finally gives up on you. Now the King is going to go and shower to get your stench off him. Good luck Dicey, you’ll need it.

Bogha don rí!

We are in a room where two high chairs set up as Dubois with Jean Marc Faussier interviewing Dubois for TF1 TV France. Jean Marc make his way on screen in a black suit and white shirt welcoming Dubois who is dressed in a Dior Shirt and Saint Laurent Jeans with his Dior Sneakers.

JMF: Bonsoir Monsieur Dubois, you have made quite the stir ever since your return to the wrestling industry, non more than last Monday Night, not only beating Mike Hill, but also making quiet a headline in getting involved in the 6CW World Heavyweight Title Match between Rex and Uryu.

Dubois smirks and stares back up to Jean Marc.

JD: What just because I wasn't in the USA appearing on the screen of a second rate show doesn't mean I wasn't wrestling Jean Marc. You see this?!

Dubois points off the set as his assistant runs over handing him his GWA World Title.

JD: This means I have been doing what i always do, show exactly why I am le Phenomene Francais and why i have the great country of France behind me. Every where I go, I go with me representing the red white and blue, and I don't mean of this idiotic, second rate, incest inbread people in  the USA but le BLUE BLANC ROUGE de la France mon ami.

JMF: We are lucky to have such a charismatic French men like yourself representing us everywhere that you go, but excuse me for asking Monsieur Dubois. Why did you get involved in 6CW Title picture.

JD: Because you see there are two things to me in my life that mean everything to me La France being number one, and 6CW being number two. So going back to your question and your statement that i have made quiet an impact in the 6CWF, yes you are dam right that i have. Why? Because i have seen a man in the name of JJ Johnson destroying my legacy and everything that I have built. The fact that we have a jobber like Uryu as the 6CW Champion is insult to all champions that came before him like GazzyD, Dicey Reilly, Daniel Reilly, and Perfect Jack. What is even more disgusting is that we have a main event with some randomer who is happy to participate like Rex Adamson even getting the chance to challenge for the title that means everything to me.

You see the situation is you got a little B!tch being Mr. Max Adamson, another washed up failed 6WF Talent who uses his connections and influence to get his little nephew a job and a position he doesn't at all deserve just because he wants his little nephew Rex to get a taste of 6CW Gold, but the fact of the matter of this, is that Jerome Dubois has lived 6CW Gold, and Jerome Dubois will lay the beating of a lifetime on anyone who gets in his way from restore pride and protecting the three letter that mean the world to me 6...C...W....But when it comes to 3 letters it isn't just me who seem to obsess over 3 letters is seems like the whole Adamson family like three letters too! So seeing as the Adamson family like 3 letter names, Dubois thinks it will be great to get everyone down. whether it is Father Jay Adamson, Mother Mia Adamson, let's get oncle Max Adamson, auntie Lea Adamson, don't forget about the counsins Bob and Joe Adamson, oh and you got the grand parents too! Grand Father Lee Adamson with the walking cane and don't forget about Grand Mamie Amy Adamson that dirty slag! Bring the whole family down because Dubois is going to make a statement not just Rex, but to Max sitting in the front row he can see and come to realise that in this world you have levels and Rex, just like Mike Hill doesn't live up to mine...Or where i am at.

JMF: What about your relationship with Cassidy? Can you explain how that came together?

JD: Everything has a time and a place as much as i respect the French Media now is not the place to comment on this so i will respectfully decline. However, i would like to say come October 9th you are going to see a performance from Cassidy that you will never see because he is a man who cares about the same things that i do.

JMF: Monsieur Merci for your time.

JD: The pleasure is of course...Mine...

The scene opens in an empty room with plain white walls. The camera jolts a little and some fumbling can be heard. Engel walks into view from off camera staring into the lens as if to see if its working. He slumps down against the wall mumbling to himself, staring blankly into the camera.

EH: Let's talk a little about truth. Two weeks ago you went out to that ring seeking answers, answers as to why I seemingly targeted you at Beachfront Brawl. I tried to help you Liam, tried to help you see for the first time in your life, and yet here we are.

Engel licks his lips as he picks up a baseball bat, slowly caressing it against his cheek.

EH: Do you think I like what I had to do to you Liam? Do you think I ENJOY doing what I had to do to your beautiful precious little Emmy? You could have stopped this, you could have ended me right there and then two weeks ago at proving grounds. You had me, vulnerable on a silver platter, all you had to do was finish the job. But you see, your problem Liam is your so busy living on past achievements, so busy pretending not to care what those people out there think, you are so wound up in your own sense of self loathing that you forget who you are. You live out so many lies to the people around you when what they actually want, who they actually want is just behind the mask. You think I want to be a hero? In this story there are no Heroes.

Engel smiles manically.

EH: I ask again do you think I enjoy what I do to you and the people you love. The truth is I love it. This game isn't over until I say its over. Wake up, or I will end the dream for you myself.

Engel laughs manically, his movements erratic until the camera clatters to the floor, static across the screen.

EH: I'll see you soon.

The video feed cuts out.

As Edward Plague continues to sing he looks up at the titantron and sees it turn black as he hears metal being hit aganst metal. a light flickers on to show a tired and stressed looking Uryu holding a steel pipe and hitting it against the steel cage that surrounds him. The crowd cheer as he seemingly notices the camera and turns to face it.

UI: Oh, Hello Edward, Sorry but don't expect me to come down there like an idiot and answer your claims. I really don't care what you have to say at the moment because all you want to do is get into my head further than you seemingly are. You can blather on about me being a hollow hero and how I am supposedly doing something I shouldn't. Last week though...you proved you were much more than words and honestly, that does concern me. You aren't a flash in the pan, A guy who won't get his hands dirty. You are legitimate and that...

Uryu sighs and shakes his head.

UI: That...that you still want to prove your point to everyone else in the arena, to the world that won't listen. You want to put the world on notice and well...since I am the man on top of the world...I became your target.

Uryu is struggling to focus as he suddenly hits the cage support with the pipe again as he looks relaxed as he lets the sound reverberate for a few seconds.

UI: Well you are going to understand, once and for all that trying to box me in is one of the biggest errors you can make. Pushing me to limits that you seemingly can't see, mentally, physically. Once we both step in here and that door is locked. One mistake is all it will take for either of us to win. We have no backup, no friends, no followers. Just me...and you. What happens in this will be almost...deserving. All the months you have gone after friends, people I care about...manipulating the situation. I am going to bring it all back on you with a lot of interest. It is why I requested this match, my speciality if you will.

Uryu bashes the cage several times with the pipe as he starts chuckling, a touch manic as he starts pacing.

UI: I thrive with my back against the wall! There is nowhere else to go except straight through the obstacle in my way! I do not plan on going around you Edward. I plan on making sure you are beaten by my hand! Mine alone! I am going to make you are not going to forget this match and you will remember what you lost in it!

Uryu stops pacing as he looks at the camera and smiles, regaining his composure.

UI: Time to pay the piper Plague, Your sun will set in the cage and you will not see it rise again...

Edward chuckles and continues his singing as the crowd cheer and start an "Uryu!" chant.

UI: Oh, finding this funny? Heres a sample of what to expect.

As the video suddenly ends Uryu rolls from under the ring and slides in, about to launch an attack but at the last second Edward spins around and throws a punch that Uryu is paniked into dodging. Edward grins and looks at Uryu who hurridly backs away and looks for a way out, the group surrounding the ring.

Uryu looks around the ring and sees the 'family' backing away but still facing the ring, he looks at the mat as a mic is thrown towards him by Edward. It bounces off him and falls to his feet, yet Uryu doesn't pick it up and just...stares at it for a few seconds, kicking it back towards Edward. Uryu sighs to himself and half heartedly looks around at the crowd as they continue to chant his name, albiet they are quieter than before.

Uryu soon hears a crewperson behind him but...doesnt hear him.

C: Uryu, you want a fresh mic? Uryu?

A few seconds pass as the crewperson grabs Uryus hand and places the mic in it before scurrying back to the timekeepers area.

C: Just be you.

Uryu suddenly looks around, confused...as though he had just beep in a daze and woken up. He sees the mic in his hand and Plague across from him and the crowd seem louder to him now. He lifts the mic to his face and looks around Plague but not directly at him.

UI: There are times in my life where I have had my happily ever after. Project X, Clarissa, Winning the titles I have. Yet I know from experience that happily ever after never lasts as long as you think it does. Within a month of me feeling contest, Project X threw me out, Clarissa ended up turning on me and I ended up losing the titles after lackluster runs on my part. Happily ever after would be nice but I can't force it. I have to let it come to me at its own pace. I can't force happily ever after on anyone else, no-one can no matter how hard they try. All I can do is be the best I can.

Uryu smiles warmly as he stares at Plague.

UI: I do not make the best moves in life at times, What I attempted a few minutes ago is proof enough of that. Yet I know for a fact that if I took my happily ever after that it would result in unimaginable pain for so many others. That it would twist me into something I have hated...that very few people have seen. Oh I have my demons inside me Plague, just like everyone else has. Yet you...you badly want to meet them don't you? You want to see what the looking glass shows when I stare at it. You want me to reveal how hollow I am to the world. I am not a perfect hero but I am their hero...

Uryu points to the crowd as they cheer.

UI: Being their hero they can understand that when pushed so far, sometimes the hero needs to vent their frustration, their anger and their sorrow onto someone. In this case though, I can let a good amount of it out and unleash it onto the sycophantic psuedo monster staring at me. And all he can do is reap what he has sown, Breaking into my head, making me doubt my friends, the crowd...myself.

Uryu starts walking closer to Plague, a grin plastered on his face.

He can't run away...he cannot hide, all he can do is take every last blow I am going to give to him as I throw him into every side of the steel cage and beat him within an inch of his life. Be careful what you wish for Plague...

Uryu stops inches from his face.

UI: Because in the cage...you will see what looks back at me...and how hard I work to contain it.

[Our scene opens up back from a commercial break on Paramount plus onto 6CWF proving grounds live from the copperbox arena in London, United Kingdom. The fans are crammed in to the brink within the copperbox arena all buoyant and jubilant for the events that are about to go down tonight on proving grounds. Succession then reverberates throughout the copperbox, causing the fans to stand to their feet and begin a round of ferocious boos and taunts as two figures slowly trudge out from gorilla and through the curtain to the ramp. A venomous green coloured G is fixed onto the titantron as the two broad figures stand on the ramp. The cameraman moves up the ramp towards the figures revealing them to be Michael Sweetwater and 6WF world heavyweight champion, Eddy Kent. Sweetwater is wearing a smart pair of black trousers and a casual white shirt, unbuttoned at the top with a slight grimace, he looks in pain. Sweetwater also has a bloodshot eye and a bruise from a Harris codebreaker from last week. Kent is wearing a pair of green nike trainers, black under armour tracksuit bottoms and a black t-shirt with Proving grounds Papa etched onto it in venomous green. A few seconds pass as Kent looks out to the baying for blood crowd with a sinister smile. Kent then slowly removes the 6WF world championship from his shoulder and slowly raises it with one arm, high into the sky and looks at it almost possessed as the crowd ratchet up their disapproval. Sweetwater slowly pats Kent on the left shoulder and turns back to go back to gorilla, clutching his lower back around the lumbar region as Kent strides down the ramp and ascends the steel steps and passes through the ring ropes. Motioning for a microphone, Kent recieves one from the timekeeper and nods in approval. Kent stands in the ring and onces again raises the 6WF world heavyweight championship over him for more ferocious booing from the 6WF universe in the Copperbox arena. The fans are in no mood to listen to Kent as they start a loud and proud "Needs more Harris" and "We want Harris" chant as Kent lowers his title and sneers. Succession peters out and Kent scratches his neck and looks down at the mat for a few seconds. Exhaling and rolling his shoulders and neck, Kent looks back out towards the sea of fans and shakes the microphone in his hand as the 6WF title is now resting on his shoulder. Kent raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak in the centre of the ring.]

Kent: As your 6WF world heavyweight champion, your number one and your 6CWF Daddy, I think it would be remiss of me not to start of with a frank apology on behalf of all 6WF staff for the actions of two men. They are Clarke James and Scott Harris. I want to apologise to you all for their actions. These aren't the actions of rational men... these are the actions of animals. The pain and hurt they inflicted on two icons of this business, Alex Walker and Micahel Sweetwater should never of happened. And for that I want to apologise to you all for having to witness such mindless violence...

[The crowd are having none of it and are chanting the names of Clarke James and Scott Harris. Kent scrunches his face up and a vein in his forehead begins to bulge as he is becoming increasingly angry at the disrespect. The crowd then begin another chant of needs more Harris as Kent raises his voice to try and get over what he is saying throughout the nuclear heat.]

Kent: Look at you all, how dare you. How dare you all... you're all excited and happy that two men who have paved the way for countless men and women in this business are in agony. Alex spent a week in hospital, the doctors said he was lucky not to sustain internal injuries. This is a man who is at the forefront of the wrestling business and you disrespect him like that. It is a tragedy. Michael, is lucky he doesn't need spinal surgery after Harris applied a dangerous sharpshooter. Michael is also lucky that he still has his sight after another dangerous wrestling manouvre as the codebreaker... it's sickening.

Kent: But, while you all chant and cheer at these disgusting actions, the decent people. The real fans of our business and all of Genesis's believers inundate this business with love and affection. The real fans have sent letters, emails and tweets of support to both Alex Walker and Michael Sweetwater. These are the people who value and appreciate this business. Not animals like all of you in this arena who have no respect nor class, you should be ashamed. And the sad thing is they can't reply to them all like true 6CWF superstars should because they're in that much pain.

[Kent stands tall and proud in the ring and shrugs his shoulders and exhales as the crowd continue booing and chanting for James and Harris loudly. Kent raises the microphone back to his lips.]

Kent: The truth is that what is to come for you both, Scott and Clarke, the truth is that it all could of been avoided. You are going to see how hard it is to reply to tweets when your fingers are broken. You are going to see how hard it is to read letters and emails when your eyes are so swollen and red that you can't make out the faintest symbol. You are going to see how hard it is to talk to your fans or your loved ones on the phone when your jaw is broken. As a public statement to my 6CWF world, it's worth saying that Clarke James and Scott Harris will see what happens when you cross my Genesis. When you cross daddy you pay the price.

Kent: James and Harris have this warped sense of wanting to be the heroes. Whether it is being a hero to  underground fans who want to see this great company on it's knees or trying to be a hero in the respect of stopping my Genesis, you will pay the price. You cross my path, you cross Genesis's path and the inevitability of my greatest of all time era and trying to take my 6WF world heavyweight championship... I will crush you. Which brings me on to The Sharpshooter... Scott Harris.

[The crowd go wild once again as Needs more harris pours over the arena relentlessly with fans on their feet. Kent evily grins and then snorts as he looks at his world championship and then raising the microphone back to his lips.]

Kent: Scott, Destiny is coming and you better believe our destinies are once again on a one way collision course. It will all come to a breaking point where our destinies are intwined once again. But Scott, everyone knows which of our destiny's are true. And your destiny to become a champion Scott, is doomed. Destiny, it's going to be you and me Scott.. I have no doubt in my mind it will be one for the ages, like our previous battles. Submission matches, single matches, fighting in the elimination chamber... But these people and you Scott, know what happened in these encounters.

Kent: What troubles me, Scott, is that I heard you want to up the ante. One on one of course for the thing everybody in this business aims for, the 6CWF world heavyweight championship to be theirs. But I hear this time you want it to be different. There will be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide if you get your wish in this instance. There will just be me and you, on one of the biggest stages with the lights shinining bright in the main event, where you believe you were born to be in.

Kent: This match you have been talking about which seperates the men from the boys, Scott. This match will allow us and all of my 6CWF world to see who the greatest in this business is, in this very ring. You want to go the one place that nobody in this business would ever dream of going, bar me. That all those guys in the back would be terrified of trying to even compete in this match. Scott, of course I'm talking about an Ironman match... sixty minutes was it, you wanted? do you know what that means, Scott?

Kent: Sixty minutes, Scott. You want to find out who the man is? you want to find out who the greatest in this era of 6CWF is? can you go the distance, Scott? sixty minutes where the one with the most falls will be rightly called the greatest and of course, the 6WF world heavyweight champion. But Scott, you gotta think about what you want. I mean really think. Have a deep look inside that Sharpshooter heart of yours, ignore the Needs more Harris chants. You got to ask, Scott, Can you hang with the greatest? can you hang with my Genesis? can you step into this ring and go one hour with a man in his god mode era?

Kent: Can you go the distance with Daddy, Scott? can you Scott, put it all on the line and hope to god your lungs dont explode before the end. Can you accept the fact that his dream of yours will end in a nightmare. Can you accept that at Destiny, you will see that it is my destiny to be the greatest as you lie on your back on this mat, gasping for air and clearing your eyes of sweat after sixty minutes of getting destroyed by the best in this business. You will look into my eyes and you will know without a shadow of a doubt that you cannot be ever on my level because I have no equal.

Kent: Scott, at Destiny you will find out why I am the 6CWF world heavyweight champion, why I am Number one in this business, why I am the Daddy of this company, nothing goes past me without my say so. And Scott, you will finally realise that I am simply levels above Scott Harris.

[A pumped up Kent slams the microphone to the mat as Succession reverberates over the copperbox arena as the crowd are angrily booing and chanting Harris's name much to Kent's dissapproval. With a small manical chuckle, Kent hoists his championship over him as the crowd continue to reign taunts and chants in both equal measure. The camera zooms in on an aggressive and pumped up Kent as the show slowly fades away to a commercial break focusing on Robin Reborn tv shows and TeamZoomZoom podcast.]

The scene opens with Anthony Grace lying in his bed, again looking like he enjoyed the night before far too much. He is clutching what looks like a replica if the world title belt and is snoring loudly.

As the camera zooms in we can see Grace's phone vibrating on the bedside table beside him. The camera zooms in slowly as the phone clicks and is then audible.

"You have one new message. Sent today at 11.23pm"

There is a pause before Charles Kramers voice comes on"

"It is clear my boy that you don't want to speak to me. So let me lay it on the table for you. The chances of you returning to the level of stardom you crave will not be found in a bottle of cheap champagne. Like the confidence you give off, it is poor imitation of the real thing. You find yourself not only being bullied by 6CWF, influenced by Reborn and seemingly on a hellish partnership with Plague.....you also seem to be on a quest to destroy the only relationship of merit you have right now."

He pauses and coughs violently before continuing.

"Let be clear....my energy levels are low but not as low as the tedious delirium I have in being the only person who knows the facade you are putting on. Whatever path you are treading right now certainly won't have me on it at the end of your journey. So as a final request, I ask you to deviate from the path you are now on."

Another violent cough follows.

"If my deteriorating health becomes the catalyst for change, then let the this saga end. If you choose to ignore it, then I wish you well heading towards your early grave and I shall see you shortly."

Another pause.

"Anthony. Its time. Don't squander yours."

The phone clicks as Grace continues to sleep.

"End of message."