6CWF Presents "Road to Royalty" - Wednesday 9th October 2024 (Episode 42)

Live from the Ziggo Dome, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Start time : 6pm
Official theme songs: "All of the lights" by Rihanna/Kanye West

Bout 1
Angus Plague/Daniel Reilly vs Dicey Reilly/GazzyD

Road to Royalty Competitors:
Acer
Chris Patricks
Geoff Steel
Logan Kincade
Mike Masters
Perfect Jack
Scott Harris
Uryu Ishida

1st Round
Logan Kincade vs Uryu Ishida
Geoff Steel vs Mike Masters
Chris Patricks vs Perfect Jack
Acer vs Scott Harris

Semi-Finals
??? vs ???
??? vs ???

Final
??? vs ???

Main Event
6CWF Tag Team Championships
Genesis (c) vs The Brothers of Seduction

Chris Patricks walks into the hotel bar in the Hilton near the Ziggo Dome, Amsterdam. He sits at the bar and orders a lite beers. He just takes his first sip and hears a familiar voice behind him.

???: A lit beer why am I not surprised. How’s things Plastic Paddy

Chris turns to see a smiling Dicey just about to take the seat next to him.

Chris: I didn’t ask for you to join me

Dicey orders a whiskey and gingerly sits next to Chris with his leg stretched out

Dicey: I wasn’t asking

Dicey necks the whiskey and orders another

Dicey: I don’t see a line of people wanting to sit next to you these days so I thought I’d see how you are doing

Chris scoffs in a dismissive manner

Chris: I haven’t got time for your old wise man act Dice, I have a lot on my mind at the minute

Dicey necks his whiskey again and orders another

Dicey: Don’t we all lad, so what’s eating you up other than the pillow sniffer stipping you on your Born in Fire, Main Event

Chris takes a deep drink and faces Dicey

Chris: Isn’t that enough? I have given my all these past months and for what? To be forgotten, to be a filler, to be nothing to nobody that matters? How do you do it Dice, how do you go out there every week and put yourself through all that (Chris motions to Diceys knee) and get nothing in return? They took your belt and played off your injury like it was nothing but you still turn up with a smile and a twinkle in your eye…..how do you take it all?

Dicey looks at his whiskey, drains it and looks at Chris’ tortured face

Dicey: Because I don’t do it for them or anyone. The fans are great and all but if I dropped dead tomorrow they would cheer for someone else in no time. There was a time I did it for someone…for Sally but you can’t rely one people only yourself. I have been at the top of this business and the very bottom, I have fought everyone and anyone but the hardest person to fight is yourself.

You have a good family behind you Chris, a wife and kids that adore you. You can do it all for them but they will never understand what this business is like. You came back to help a friend, even if it was Max Adamson. He’s F**ked off and left you in the sh*t, all done up and nowhere to go. It’s all up to you now lad, you can walk around like a jilted prom date or you can just say f**k it and do what needs to be done to get what you want. Just stop walking around like a moany little bit*h.

Dicey swings off the chair and rubs his knee and puts his hand on Chris’ shoulder

Dicey: F**k Max, F**k Genesis, F**k Uryu but I really think you need to f**k that wife of yours soon, just to take the edge off

Dicey limps off laughing leaving Chris smiling to himself. He takes the phone out of his pocket and dials a number

Chris: Hey sweetheart….how about a few days in Amsterdam…..I’ll book your tickets

[Fade in.. the camera pulls back until the shot comes into frame; a dark blue backdrop with Angus Plague standing center screen. Dressed in a pair of black combat boots, black cutoff jean shorts and a black hoodie with a band name in an unreadable font. His head hangs, his long black hair covering his face. He begins to chuckle quietly.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  Bear witness as I come to crush the dreams of lesser men. Steady your nerves as the incoming storm builds to a fever pitch.. what you've seen so far is only a fraction of the horrors I plan to unleash on this place..

[He throws his head back clearing his face, revealing the pure malice in his eyes.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  I AM THE MONSTER THAT CREEPS IN THE NIGHT! !

[He lets out a breathy laugh, then cuts it short.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  In the little time I've been here I've laid waste to any who dare be brave enough to step in my path. There are those who question my motives and wonder about the alliances I've built... all will be revealed in due time..

[He takes his hands from his hoodie pocket and begins to wring them.]

ANGUS PLAGUE: And come Road to Royalty, Dicey and Gazzy will be faced with a monumental task, an impossible one. They could never imagine the things we're planning to do to them.. the pain we plan to cause..

[He breaks into a shrill bark.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  .. THE SUFFERING THEY SHALL ENDURE! ! .. oh no, they could never fathom the depths we will go to ensure the outcome we desire. I give you fair warning now; your end is imminent and it will not be over quickly.

[He runs his hands through his hair, pulling it back tightly before letting it fall.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  They say the Revolution will not be televised.. but it will. The Revolution will be the iron glove that grasps at the throats of those who dare wish to oppose us..

[A throaty laugh escapes him before he stops dead, his chest rising and falling, his breathing clearly audible.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:  THE REVOLUTION CANNOT BE STOPPED! !

[His dead eyes pierce the camera, a slow smile forming at the corners of his mouth. He breaks into a maniacal laughter as the camera slowly pulls back before fading to black. End transmission.]

Acer sits in a dimly lit changing room, unwrapping his hands slowly after an intense heavy bag session. His eyes are dark, his face set in stone, but beneath the surface, there’s a storm brewing. The weight of rage, betrayal, and frustration clings to him like the sweat on his skin. He pulls off the last wrap from his fist, leans forward, and with a growl, tosses it aside.

For a moment, there’s silence—only the sound of his breathing fills the room. Then, without looking at the camera, he speaks, his voice low, simmering with emotion.

“You know, I made a mistake tonight. I logged into social media. Stupid, right? Scrolling through the endless opinions, seeing the keyboard warriors take their shots. And what did I find? Character assassination after character assassination.”

His head lifts now, eyes sharp, like a predator locked onto its prey.

“‘Oh my God, Acer interfered in JJ’s match!’ ‘How could he do that?’ Where was this outrage, huh? Where was this outcry when JJ interfered in my match and robbed me of my victory over The Saint? Where was the anger then? Where were the tweets then? Or is it only a crime when Acer decides to take control of his own destiny?”

He stands up, cracking his neck, his body taut with barely contained energy.

“And speaking of Saint… I told you I didn’t want to fight. I didn’t. But when we did, I came at you with the dial turned way down. And guess what? Even with me holding back, I kicked your arse so hard your little friend had to come and bail you out. Pray, Saint—pray—that we don’t do this again, because next time, there won’t be any mercy. Next time, I won’t turn down the dial. And when that happens… there’s not going to be anyone to save you. Not JJ, not Brandi, not the Lord above.”

The intensity in his eyes flares for a moment, but he catches himself, pulling back, letting his voice drop into a cold, controlled calm.

“But back to the cesspit that is social media. I keep seeing the same question over and over—‘why?’ Not why I cost JJ at Beachfront Brawl… no, I’m not ready to give that away yet. The question that keeps swirling around is, ‘Why did Acer cost JJ the 6CW Championship?’”

He smirks, shaking his head slightly.

“You all really want to know? You think you deserve answers after the way you’ve spun this narrative? Fine, I’ll tell you. But understand this—it’s not about giving you what you want. It’s about making sure the truth, my truth, gets heard. No more lies. No more spin. Just the cold, hard reality you’ve all been ignoring.”

Acer’s eyes darken as he steps closer to the camera, his voice taking on an edge of bitterness.

“Reason number one? Eye-for-an-eye. It’s simple. You all saw it—my match against Saint. Last Man Standing, I’m moments away from one of the biggest wins of my career, and who shows up? JJ, pyro and all. Not only did I not get the opportunity to finish the match, he had the nerve to have me thrown out of the building like I was some common criminal. Me! The man whose victory was stolen, and I’m the one who gets punished. So yeah, I took my shot at Beachfront Brawl. He screwed me, I screwed him. It’s that simple.”

Acer’s voice softens, but not with kindness—there’s pain buried deep beneath the words, a wound that refuses to heal.

“But you know what really gets me? JJ runs out to save Saint, but where was he when I needed saving? When Clarke James was tearing my eye out of my skull, when my career, my life, was hanging by a thread… did I get a hero running down the ramp to save me? Did JJ care then?”

A cold laugh escapes him as he shakes his head, disgusted.

“And reason number two? Corruption. And no, I’m not talking about whatever lies you’re all spinning about me like I’m some twisted Gollum crawling around the arena. I’m talking about the real corruption. The strings that get pulled backstage, silently, making sure the ‘chosen few’ get what they want. Monday night was a perfect example. Every stipulation designed to tear people apart, but oh—Scott Harris, the 6CWF Golden Boy, gets a submission match, his speciality. And then the Championship match? ‘Randomly’ selected challenger? Oh, surprise, surprise—it’s the owner of the company. While the rest of us are out here clawing, scratching, bleeding for a shot, JJ was about to waltz to the front of the queue for a title he did not deserve. Did you all seriously think I was going to let that happen?”

Acer steps back, running a hand through his hair, his voice lowering but losing none of its power.

“There it is. The truth. So, yeah, I cost JJ the 6CW Championship. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

He leans down, picking something out of his bag. The camera catches a brief glimpse of rough, hessian fabric—the same fabric seen the week before. He begins swirling it slowly around his finger just out of sight of the camera, his gaze turning icy as he looks into the camera.

“Which brings me to next week. Scott Harris. The company’s golden boy with his little catchphrase, the man who’s been spoon-fed opportunity after opportunity and has done nothing with them. Twice, Harris, you’ve failed to win the EWF Championship. At Beachfront Brawl, you tapped out, and yet here you are, getting title shots while I—the one who didn’t get pinned or submitted—get nothing.”

Acer’s voice takes on a sinister edge as he stares into the camera, his fingers still toying with the hessian.

“You claim you break bones, Scott, but the only thing you’ve broken in your entire career is your face. And trust me—I’ll break it again next week. I’ve become quite the expert on masks recently, and after I’m done smashing yours into pieces, I’ll happily send you some contacts who’ll do you a sweet deal on repairs.”

The camera zooms in on Acer’s cold, unblinking stare as he steps forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.

“Next week, you stand in my way again. Next week, your face gets bashed in… again.”

The camera lingers on Acer’s icy glare as the screen fades to black.

We are backstage and Oliver Keane stands in front of the camera, suited up.

OK: Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you, the EWF Champion, Daniel Reilly!

Boos can be heard from the fans as Daniel Reilly walks into shot and stands beside Keane. He has the EWF Championship hung over his shoulder and is wearing a black 'Revolution' t-shirt.

DR: If you would all indulge the King for just a few moments, the King has some things he needs to get off his chest!

Well last week was something wasn't it? This so called punishment for the King turned into nothing more then further proof of what this Company is going to lose when the King walks out them doors in just one months time! Daniel Reilly showed exactly why he stands before you as a World Champion when he took on and defeated some of the biggest names this business has to offer! But better then that, good old Geoffrey got proved to be the liar that he is once more when for the fifth time in a row, he fell to the feet of the King in another feeble attempt to try and prise the King's gold from him! Maybe that is the lesson you needed to learn to stay in your lane and finally understand that you will be nothing more then Xtreme, Geoff!

Reilly smiles to himself before once again looking up at the camera.

DR: But last week was bigger then the King successfully retaining his EWF Championship! Last week saw the rebirth of the greatest group this Company has ever produced. Forget your Genesis's, forget your Authority, forget your Dominion, last week a Revolution was started once again as the King reunited with your European Champion, Perfect Jack! But the King and Perfect Jack are not alone. You see, not only does Oliver Keane stand alongside the King and Perfect Jack but the impressive monster of destruction, Angus Plague, stands side by side as the newest member of this great and historic group as Revolution prepares to take over this entire business!

You see, this is not just a group of men thrown together for the fun of it. Daniel Reilly and Oliver Keane have proved in the last two years what they are capable of doing as the King has not only broken the record for the longest European Championship reign of all time, but captured a third World Championship. Then you add to that the King's old protegee, a former World Champion, the current European Champion and the man who pushed Dicey Reilly beyond his limits, a man who has destroyed every man put in front of him these last few months in Perfect Jack. And then finally, you sprinkle in a monster, a man who in just two matches has proved that he may just be the future of this business, a man who you look at and wonder how the hell you are going to stop such a force. You add Angus Plague and you get a Revolution stronger then there has ever been before!

Dicey, you should of stayed retired, you think having GazzyD by your side will help you? A man who is haunted by men in cloaks? That is your great back up? Although you do have good old Geoff Steel! The man who has fell to the King at every hurdle, a man who talks a very big game but just can't walk that same line when the action begins.

Dicey, Gazzy, the Revolution has begun once again and the King can not wait for you both to personally witness it!

[The 6CWF universe is greeted to a ever darkening Amsterdam skyline, the winds of autumn picking up as threatening dark clouds are beginning to engulf the city as the sun is slowly dipping into the horizion. A few rumbles of thunder can be heard as the camera zooms in on a stone sign which reads "Royal Tropical Institute" as spits of rain fall onto the weathered stone as the thunder becomes louder. The scene changes to inside the institute to a decked enormous conference room within the institute. A large wooden table is placed in the middle of the room, bottled waters and glass cups are also dotted around the table and the floor is solid marble with solid black chairs around the table. A Plasma TV is latched onto the wall where a poisonious G is being proudly presented on the screen. There are also a few Kentia houseplants in each corner of the room and a large steel clock on the wall can be heard ticking in the background. The camera reveals the Genesis cohort and it's hall of fame legacy members either milling around or talking to each casually. The camera shows Frosted Dice and man mountain, Lukas Takeo taking in the atmosphere and catching up, all three men wearing casual clothes and unbuttoned white shirts. Miss Jessica is sat next to Ralph Santos, her poison colour green high heels crossed and wearing a gucci green jumpsuit. She is looking at her phone inbetween pretending to listen to Santos and tweeting more venom, Santos is dressed to impress as usual in a three piece black suit and poison green tie. The camera swivels around and reveals a jovially looking, Michael Sweetwater and what appears to be a 6CWF talent from the snake pit. Sweetwater is wearing his usual Under armour Genesis clothing while the 6CWF talent is dressed casually in nike workout gear. Sweetwater is eating something from the buffet cart to the side as the talent begins to speak with excitement to him.]

???: When is he going to be here? I cannot wait to meet him. He has been my idol in professional wrestling from when I remember! did Miss Jessica get my email? did she pass it onto him. I'm just so..

[Sweetwater cuts him off ofter licking his fingers and putting down another pepperoni doughball as the talent looks at him with clear excitement. Sweetwater puts a hand on the talent's shoulder.]

Sweetwater: Bro... Finn, bro, don't worry, have you tried these dough balls? amazing. And don't worry bro, she got your email and he will be here. He's just taking care of official business. Rex is on official business also, you will meet him at some point bro. But bro, tonight, you got to relax. That's it. Your time will come trust me bro, He will...

???: What does it mean to be apart of Genesis?

[Sweetwater nearly chokes and quickly grabs young, starstruck Finn away from the buffet cart to the large wooden table to sit down promptly as the room is drained of noise as the Genesis cohort puts down what they are doing and quickly sit at the table. Jessica puts her heels down from the table quickly as the camera reveals the muscular, narcissistic and egomanical 6WF world heavyweight champion, Eddy Kent standing by the entrance as the door shuts loudly behind him. Kent is wearing his usual Genesis official under armour tracksuit bottoms, poison green Nike trainers and his official "The Inevitable one" 6CWF merchandise T-Shirt, the poison green lettering against the black fabric. Kent looks around the Genesis cohort, fairly aloof and clicks his tongue as he walks to the main table and his seat at the head of it. Kent trudges past his comrades, with little acknowledgement as the cohort either look down or try not to make eye contact, Jessica looks around with a sadistic smile and raises her eyebrows at a slightly tense looking Finn. Kent gets to his chair and places both of his hands on it and looks around at his family. His ice cold blue eyes stare daggers around as Genesis look slightly nervous. Kent exhales and looks upwards and then a nefarious, sinister smirk crosses his face as he lowers it to address the Genesis family.]

Kent: Nobody? well, let me start... what it means to be apart of Genesis? Genesis is the hall of fame. Genesis is the ideology that there is nobody and I mean nobody better than us. And Genesis is single handidly taking this company to levels that will never, ever... I mean ever be seen again. And that's down to each and everyone of us. Of course, under my leadership, Genesis has changed the game. And I see all of you this evening, you have played your part somehow, along the way. But how about a thank you? a thank you to me. Because without me you all wouldn't be hall of famers because of Genesis.

Kent: I need to get off my chest... Because I dont get thanks from the likes of Brandi Johnson, her husband, his corportate buddies and from the likes of Max Adamson, Liam Wood. I've made them all relevant! I don't get thanks from the business I have taken to new levels and that you all have revolutionised under my guidance. I want a thank you. I want a thank you from all of of you because I've made many of you relevant again. Hell, I want to say that it is because of me, Max Adamson is in the hall of fame! imagine what I could do for all of you in the coming months, years.... it will far surpass anything. And I mean anything you have ever dreamed.

Kent: I have made so many of you untouchable! so feared! so respected and so worthy of all being here in this company. Because of me. But, I want you to show me your thanks, later... but for now... Genesis has issues. Not with each other oh no. But with those arsonists who wish to burn down our house. The house we have all built and the house, under my guidance we will defend and preserve. And take to new levels that have never, ever been seen before. We know the arsonists and their names by now... but they are relics. Time is against them and they know it...

Kent: These....relics. These arsonists are linked and forever enshrined to a long dead era. Let me be real for a second... if I could teleport back to the 6CW and 6CWF eras in 2012 to 2014 in my current state, and Genesis's current level, 6WF and 6CW world still be breathing as two seperate entitys. Everyone would be winning, because of Genesis and me. It hurts me to see these... these arsonists, these rebels try and topple what we have created and continue to build. And for what? cheap laughs, cheap humour, cheap wrestling... oh no my friends, we aren't going back to those dark days.

Kent: You could say  the arsonists.. they torment me, they torment me because they think I'm weak.. they think Genesis is weak. Sneering at our Genesis and my greatness but not for much longer. Because if it wasn't for me, nobody would be talking about those who wish to destroy what we are have built. nobody would care about the arsonists and their mob mentality against Genesis. I mean, just look at Max Adamson... Max is riding the coattails of my success and popularity...and the popularity of Genesis. Max is riding on the back of his nephew, my son, Genesis deputy leader, Rex Adamson, who I think is a better natural athelete than Max Adamson ever was. Put it this way, if Rex was here back in the day, Genesis would have started its evolution many, many years ago.

[Kent breathes deeply, anger building in his eyes as he speaks openly to his Genesis family. The Genesis cohort look at each other, slightly nervous at the unhinged and egomanical Kent who is continung his rallying cry and vile tirade. Kent looks around with a vacant and intimidating demeanour as he licks his lips, tightens his grip on the chair and continues to speak.]

Kent: The arsonists have had their time... The inmates no longer run the asylum. And why is that? because of all us today. We keep 6CWF on the front pages... we keep 6CWF trending on X, Instagram, Snapchat and Facebook. Miss Jessica keeps us on top on Spotifty and TikTok! It's all down to us, not the arsonists who so wish to destroy us. I'm on my way to being the greatest of all time. Nobody, nobody can do the things I can do! We, keep food on the table for the rest and even the arsonists, why? because that's who we are. We are Genesis.

Kent: But as we know, all to well is that we always have the ones who want to try and oppose us... try and stop us. And they never will! because we are the sworn defenders of this company. whether they like it or not. They can laugh, sneer, spread misinformation but in the cold light of day, they accept us. They accept us as the gods that we are and that we are truly evolving professional wrestling. The world is different and it's changed and will continue to change... Genesis needs to be prepared. And we will be, I assure and promise you all.

Kent: They can try and humiliate us, spread lies, try and break us... but they won't. But what I will not stand for is to be humiliated. Which is why, I wan't you all to be high alert at Proving Grounds. The deputy leader, my son, Rex Adamson and I cannot be humilated by two arsonists who need to learn their place. And learn their place they will. We will send a message, like we have done before... we've buried people for trying to play their games. We've sent those who oppose us to the hospital and we will continue to do so. Hell, I've retired people for trying to play silly games with me and our Genesis!

[Kent cricks his neck once again and looks around the table, he looks at a now timid and slightly intimidated, 6CWF young talent known as Finn. Kent sadistically chuckles and points at Finn, inviting him to stand where he is. Finn points at himself and a broad grin crosses his face. Finn quickly jumps up to stand next to his idol and looks at him. Kent raises his eyebrows and sees the "property of 6CWF snakepit" on Finns shirt. Kent closes his eyes and breathes outloudly before patting and holding finns shoulder before speaking once again.]

Kent: Tonight this is all about Genesis. And this young, talent standing next to me is the future. Finn... I hear you emailed Miss Jessica after seeing her tweet? smart lad. Now tell me Finn, you said you're ready to be apart of my Genesis and that I am your hero? I appreciate your honesty and I also appreciate where you have come from. The snakepit is alive and strong... but do you remember when I said I wanted thanks, Finn? Finn, you're going to get all the thanks right here and right now.

[Finn looks around confused and chuckles nervously as Kent looks at him aloof with his ice cold blue eyes.]

Finn: I mean... Eddy, we should be thanking you not me.

Kent: Oh we are going to thank me, Finn. You see, as a snakepit alumni I remember what it was like... do they still do the sharktank? Well, it turns out Genesis is going to thank me by putting you through our sharktank. The next few months and years you see, Genesis is going to need to be ruthless... Genesis is going to show cruelty to the arsonists who wish to destroy us. So Genesis is going to thank me by showing they are ready to get serious. So Genesis... are you going to get serious and thank me for what's happened and what is to come?

[Micheal Sweetwater stands up and makes his way to a now nervous and scared Finn, and punches him directly in the stomach, dropping the boy lad to his knees, coughing and spluttering. Sweetwater snarls, whispering into Finn's ear as finn cradles his stomach.]

Sweetwater: I told you bro... you're going to be our first test. Be honoured!

[Sweetwater delivers a cowardly slap to Finn's face as Frosted Dice, Lucas Takeo and even miss Jessica stride forward to a lonely and upset Finn who is dragged to his feet by Sweetwater. Jessica starts by lowblowing Finn with her heels as Finn lets out a howl and whimpers on the floor as Jessica snarls viciously as Lucas Takeo and frosted Dice wait to get their licks in on a terrified Finn. The scene ends with Finn's howls and whimpers of mercy as the group begin the sharktank on a defencless Finn, The camera locks onto a egomanical and evil, vindictive Eddy Kent who slightly grins watching the sharktank on Finn, he truly seems to be lost in his ego as the scene slowly fades away with Finn howling for help and into a TeamZoomZoom commercial.]

Last Resort begins to play as the whole arena goes wild with a great ovation for the Xtreme Champion Geoff Steel.

RJ: Daniel Reilly once more got the best of Geoff Steel this past week, as the Steel once again found himself outnumbered.

JT: With Revolution in the picture the task of beating Reilly isn’t one that I envy, Oliver Keane is banned from ringside but in the shape of Perfect Jack and Angus Plague, Reilly has found himself two more than adequate replacements.

Steel now steps out from behind the curtain, the Xtreme title sat on his shoulder, he gives a quick wave to the fans before striding purposefully towards the ring, he is handed a microphone at ringside before climbing the apron and stepping through the ropes.

Steel makes his way to the centre of the ring, then has a moment to himself looking around the arena as he waits for his music to fade.

GS: No more excuses, last week I had another chance to unburden myself of a very unwanted record against Daniel Reilly and once more victory slipped from my grasp. Well less slipped more was forceable taken from me this time not by Reilly himself but his new found ally in Angus Plague. I could stand here complain about a number of aspects of the match, you have to question how a draw supposedly made completely at random ends up with me pitted against three men who have conspired to work so closely together for their benefit or rather Reilly’s benefit, next time there’s a draw I’ll have to make sure I’m there to watch, as it very much seems like foul play.
Equally though I had my opportunities to win that match but failed to take any of them I lacked the ruthless streak I’ve displayed when defending the Xtreme championship and that’s on me for not ending the threat early, giving it time to develop and then allowing them to finally play their hand.

RJ: What a have it was as well, Revolution are a real wildcard who knows just what they could achieve together in 6CWF.

JT: If history is anything to go by it will be whatever prize they set their eyes on.

GS: I can’t stop what’s already happened, what I can do is put myself firmly in the way of Revolution gaining any foothold or traction, not allowing them to have everything their own way, it’s a concern enough Genesis are still haunting this place we don’t need another faction believing they can walk through the roster with similar goals. I ask myself what exactly Jack and Angus have to gain from what could turn out to be a short term joining of minds, Reilly himself has set the clock ticking, this new team up already has an expiration date if as promised come November he exits the building, how does this benefit them, they make enough enemies between now and then they’ll quickly end up lacking any advantage.

RJ: Reilly has several offers on the table, as far as we are aware he has yet to sign any deal.

JT: It’s a smart play pitting all suitors against each other, nobody can deny that.

GS: I’d rather not let November be the key date in the downfall of Revolution, personally I’d much prefer for that date to be brought forward and have a hand of my own in their comeuppance. I’ve never been one to want to rely on others to help get the job done, it’s seems clear though I can’t take them on by myself and hope to achieve my goal, I’m going to need people with a similar mindset by my side, be that Dicey, Gazzy or any man willing to fight. We take that fight to them every week without let up, that starts next week at Road to Royalty with Reilly and Angus being defeated in tag competition, followed by myself stopping Jack from claiming that crown by doing whatever is necessary to reach our end goal, all means are warranted.

RJ: That sounds ominous.

Last Resort then plays once more as Steel drops the mic and makes his way to the back focussed on the task at hand.

Cameras are backstage as they we've their way through doorways and down a corridor. The cameraman clearly running to catch up with someone as we see the a huge figure from behind walking his way down a hallway, he gets to a door and beats on it as the camera catches up we see that it's Blue Dragon..


BD:
Andrews! ANDREWS!! You piece of sh*t!! Where are you? WHERE ARE YOU!!??


He bangs on the door once more before he lifts a boot and kicks the door off it's hinges, the cameraman visibly jumps back as Dragon steps through the doorway..


BD:
Ah.. there you are dad, how's business...


The camera rounds the corner just in time to see Dragon lean down and scoop Damien Andrews out of his seat and lift him up against the wall. Andrews looks afraid, he's stammering and sputtering his words. He's talking quietly at first until he notices the camera..


DA:
B B Blue Dragon.. it's good to see you. I didn't hear you at the door I was just, I was working away here trying to get everything set for next week. But by.. by all means .. let yourself in...


Andrews smiles at Dragon who looks disgusted at him..


BD:
I don't have time for your sh*t Andrews, infact f*CK that, I have the time, just not the patience. I'm here to talk about Logan, about what you've done to him.. you've pushed and pushed until there's nothing left but the hatred, the anger, the demon. You've stripped away everything that I have helped him build. And all for what? What's the big picture here 'Dad' because I don't see what you have to gain from this.. I don't get it..


DA:
You don't get it? Son, there's nothing to get. You think you helped him find his lost humanity? You really think that you could do what years and years worth of criminal phycologists, what an army of therapists and doctors could never do? Blue, did you really think that a few years of 'Brotherly Love' was going to fix what was broken in Logan Kincade?


Dragon lowers his head and drops Andrews to the ground, Andrews lands shakily on his feet and he looks at Dragon with a sick smile on his face..


DA:
Did you think you had your brother back?


BD: Yes...... 
I did, I thought he was better, I thought he knew who he was...


DA:
That's the problem here Blue, he does.. he always has. That demon you see in him, that dark side that people talk about, that's him.. that's the real Logan Kincade, that's my son, he's free...


Blue Dragons head tilts to the side, he looks at Damien with an angry look, he takes a step back and he grabs a hand full of papers from the desk and starts to ball them up in his fist...


BD:
So what your saying, is that the 'human' side of Logan, is from his mum?


DA:
That weakness isn't from me, I...


BD:
I'm assuming his mum was like mine? Quiet, subservient, a walkover for a man like you?


DA:
In a way, his mother didn't have the staying power that yours did, she didn't stick with me till her end, not like yours. Such a shame to see what became of your mother....


Andrews looks at Dragon who is still looking down. He wont look Andrews in the eyes. Damien smiles as he speaks, talking about Blue Dragons mother makes him feel strong, controling even as his posture seems to change..


BD:
She had staying power alright, no matter what you did to her, she always did what she knew was right, and she died for that... So imagine that staying power, imagine that resolved, that determination, and mix it with the Darkness that you put into Logan... Imagine the monster 
that would create...


Andrews' expression changes, he looks uneasy now as Dragon rounds on him and he looks into his eyes, a cold and hard glare...


BD:
You want to set your demon loose on me? You want to set Logan Kincade free? Be careful what you ask for old man!!!


Andrews shakes his head and he looks back at Dragon..


DA:
You know, for all your poetic words, for all you claim to know me and Logan, I really don't think you know anything... I have no plans, I have to grand scheme, Blue Dragon let me tell you this once and for all, I'm not 'sending' Logan after anyone, I'm simply trying to make the best of what I have, and right now I have a World Champion and I have a Monster, and there's only one way this is going. I just need to make sure that whatever happens is what's best for business...


BD:
Best for business, best for you. You see that's the thing about you Andrews, you've got an answer for everything, you always have the right words to say to get you out of whatever sh*t you talk yourself into, well on This occasion, what you just said has one big flaw, and I'm here to make sure that you choke on your own words...


Dragon suddenly lurches forwards and grabs Andrews by the hair, he takes the balled up paper and he shoves in into the mouth of his father. As Andrews gags on the papers Blue Dragon leans in and whispers in his ear


BD: 
You don't have a Champion and a Monster... 

This isn't a battle of demon and man...

Everything you create is f*cked up and evil...

That includes Logan..

And it includes me....

You've seen Logan's dark side, but mine?

You've seen nothing yet...

But soon, you'll see the real me!!!


The camera cuts out and we can hear Dragon laughing...


Haha hahahaha haaaahahaaa Ha Ha HAHAHAAAAA HAAAAAH HAAAAHHHH AHHHHHH!!!!!

We open on the Ziggo Dome roof, the scene is a familiar one to the fans who expect to see Uryu Ishida any moment, a door bursts open as if kicked from the other side, their excitement is cut short when the hulking frame of Logan Kincade walks through it.

Logan is wandering around menacingly looking for something or someone.

LK: Not here...shame.

Logan is walking slowly around the roof, he gets to the edge facing into the arena floor and sees the ring is under construction.

He stares wide eyed for a few seconds contemplating the damage that is destined to happen inside them ropes.

He begins to mutter to himself.

LK: Violence...for violence sake... No, there's always a reason, all is designed.

Logan feels the wind blowing him from behind almost throwing him off the roof, he leans into the gust and moves from the edge.

LK: Ohhhhh... Junior, senior, how you both have me living rent free in your heads, funny isn't it, you both know what's best for me and yet... nether of you really know me at all.

You're so quick to tell each other what I am, who I am... I am vengeance, I am the red right hand!! I am.... I am the end of all things? No, I am the birth of something....better.. Nothing can stop that now.

Logan takes out a knife from his pocket, he glares at his reflection in the blade before he grips his hand around it and pulls the knife out cutting the flesh.

Blood begins to pour out from the gash in his hand as he walks to the wall opposite the door of the roof and scrawls something on it in blood before heading towards the door

LK: Uryu, it's almost unfair how fate keeps putting you in danger, but it's better this way, a mercy, put you out of your misery... After all, why else do you keep coming to the rooves of tall buildings....if not to end it all...

Logan walks out the door showing the writing on the wall which reads URYU with a strike through it.

Perfect Jack who has the 6CWF European championship wrapped around his waist, is frantically pacing backstage with the alone where he stumbles upon Daniel Reilly and Oliver Keane who have just finished an interview and are preparing to leave. Daniel notices Jack's presence and both stare at each other intensely. Oliver Keene is visibly nervous when all of a sudden Perfect Jack launches himself towards Daniel Reilly. Daniel takes a step back before being shocked by Perfect Jack embracing him tightly. Oliver Keene is still visibily nervous but begins to relax.

Perfect Jack takes a deep breath and exhales as he smells Daniel's hair. Perfect Jack takes a step back.

PJ: You smell....magnificent Daniel, just as I imagined this reunion would be. It is good to be together again. Revolution back together. New member, Angus Plague. Greatest group ever. We're going to destroy everyone in 6CWF, starting with GazzyD, Geoff Steel and most importantly, Dicey Reilly. I want to watch the hope in their eyes fade away as I squeeze the spirit out of them. I want to crush them physically and mentally. It would give me great pleasure to do so.

Daniel nods in agreement.

Perfect Jack begins to leave but turns around and looks at Oliver Keane.

PJ: You didn't think I forgot you did I Mr. Keane.

Perfect Jack turns around and embraces Oliver Keane tightly who turns his face away in nervousness. Perfect Jack's hug gets tighter as he whispers into Oliver's Keane.

PJ: HUG ME BACK.

Oliver slowly brings his arms up and hugs Jack back.

Perfect Jack takes a step back before pacing off in another direction. Daniel Reilly calms Oliver Keane down who starts straightening his suit up again.