6CWF Presents "Survival" Halloween Special - Thursday 31st October (Episode 44)

Boos reign down in the O2 Arena as 'Broken Dreams' hits and out come Daniel Reilly and Oliver Keane. Reilly strolls to the forefront and raises the EWF Championship up high as he smirks whilst looking out to the fans. Reilly and Keane begin the slow walk to the ring as Reilly stares towards the ring whilst Keane takes the chance to trashtalk the fans as he passes them. Reilly rolls into the ring as Keane hurries to the other side of the ring to grab a microphone before climbing into the ring himself and handing it to Reilly who waits as his music fades.

DR: Ladies and Gentlemen. London. Please allow the King to get some things off his chest!

Boos from the UK Capital.

DR: Now the time is nearly here. This is the penultimate time you will ever see the King stood in this ring. You see, Daniel Reilly is in a reflective mood, the King is looking at the past and all he has achieved in this business. You already know the story but please allow the King to share with you all again just why he will be the biggest loss this Company has ever seen! Daniel Reilly walked through them doors when it was 6CW, just 17 years old on day number one! The King wrestled the very first show this Company held, in the main event in fact! Daniel Reilly would team with none other then Dicey Reilly to become the first men to win a main event in 6CW history and from there the stock of Daniel Reilly was sky rocketing only one way!

The King went on to win two 6CW Championships! He was a UK Champion, a two time TV Champion! The King main evented Night of Glory and he created a force that still exists to this very day in Revolution! Daniel Reilly came into this as an unknown but despite what you all think of the King, despite how you have felt about him over the many years, the King leaves this business as a legend, as a trend setter, and quite simply as the best to ever do it!

More boos from the fans.

DR: Daniel Reilly has proved time and time again that he will go against any man, will fight in any war and look deep into the eyes of every monster as he leaves this place just the way he came in, at the very top! Now everyone will be asking why the King reformed Revolution when he is walking away but the facts are in plain sight, the King is leaving you all his legacy. You see, you maggots think you don't want Daniel Reilly here but the reality is when the King is gone, you will all begin to understand. Daniel Reilly started Revolution to take over this Company, and in Perfect Jack and Angus Plague, this prophecy will still be intact long after the King is gone!

Daniel Reilly is walking away with the EWF Championship and he is leaving the Kingdom in the capable hands of Perfect Jack and Angus Plague! The King can no longer stand around and allow himself to be disrespected the way he has and so it is Revolution who will remain and cause pain and chaos on those who have wronged the King! The King would say it has been a pleasure, but the King would be lying. Daniel Reilly walks through them doors in just a couple of weeks as the best in the business and the King can not wait for you all to see where he shows up.

Keane begins to laugh as Reilly smirks at the camera.

“SAWFT” hits the speakers and there is a big response from the 02 crowd. Tony Monk appears on the stage in his three piece suit and hat. He tips the rim to the audience and then makes his way to the ring, rolling his huge frame under the bottom rope. Monk clambers to his feet and accepts a mic from Michael Bird. The music begins to lower as Monk raises the microphone to his lips.

Monk: How you doin’?

*Crowd pop

Crowd: How you doin x10

JT: Despite this guy being an absolute nutcase, these people are taking to him…

RJ: There is something oddly infectious about Don Monk…

Monk: Not for nuthin’, I gotta say that was a hell of a f***ing bump I took last week in Poland…

*The crowd roar again as the big screens show Tony Monk looking for the “Monk Bomb” through a sheet of glass on The Villain but missing, shattering glass all over his body.

Monk: Told everyone you gotta expect Sabu on crack and here I am. Mrs Foley’s baby boy ain’t got sh*t on me…..forget Terry Funk because you’re looking at Tony Monk and I’m the real f***ing hardcore legend.

Heard people saying “Tony”….

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: They said “Tony”…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: You’re a f***ing legend, they said….probably best extreme wrestler to ever lace ‘em…..I said capiche….you’re probably right but I’m no egotist…..I’ll accept top spot..

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Said I’ll accept top spot…but I won’t do the media…I gotta have days off…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Days off….I need at least three to five business days….look at me, got glass in my a55 but a heart made of titanium and you ain’t gonna break me…a man needs to heal…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Said a man needs to heal….so I seen a shaman…..he said “Don Monk”…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: He said “Monkmania”….

Crowd: How you doin’….

Monk: HE SAID BOB MONKHOUSE!

*Crowd pop

Monk: He said you’re a spiritual and physical hero…..no normal human being could have gone through that sheet of glass, got up, partied all night in Krakow….flew back to the States….accepted an award on behalf of Monkin’ Donuts…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: My restaurant….

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Finest food in the New York area…..done all that and then flew back here to the UK…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: London…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Harry Potter World…

Crowd: How you doin….

Monk: Kid with the magic wand…..and I ain’t talking Don Monk style, you feel me? Done all that….been around the world and it ain’t taking 80 f***ing days….so I need a rest….

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: A snooze…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: A siesta….but they rang me up, the powers that be….They said “Big Tone”…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Grandmaster Monk….

Crowd: How you doin’…

*Monk grins

Crowd: BOB MONKHOUSE!

Monk: How you doin’….

*Huge cheers

JT: I feel like I’ve entered the twilight zone…

RJ: The noise is electric in here…

Monk: They said we need you on the card….it’s Survival…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Not that show on the desert island…

Crowd: How you doin’….

Monk: Not the Destiny’s Child track….it’s tag team elimination….

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: You’re on a team…..Diego Romero…

Crowd: How you doin’….

Monk: Mexican kid with the hair…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: Marty Helms…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: He shares the same shrink as my…erm….cousin…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: But they said Uptown Funk this team needs a leader….they need a General…..they need some Monk…I said….

Crowd: HOW YOU DOIN’!

Monk: I did, I said it….I said no problem….leave it with me….I got you….you’re part of the family now, I’ll look out for you….they said you wanna know the opponents…

Crowd: How you doin’…

Monk: I said it don’t matter….they probably a couple of haters…..three chumps looking to get fresh on my patch….I said it could be the those Mutant Turtles…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Donatello…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Rafael…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Michelangelo….

Crowd: How you doin….

Monk: Even Leonardo…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: I said I’ll shred ‘em!

*Crowd pop

Monk: I said they can call me Splinter because I’m the master….bring it on…..then they said Freshers Ball…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Born in Fire…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Ladder match…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Title shot….

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: I said I’m there…..I’ll sponsor the event…..stick a “Monkin Donuts” logo on that briefcase….they said “We can’t”…..I said why not….they said “Complaints”….I said from who?....they said “haters”….I said….

Crowd: How you doin?

Monk: I said say no more….leave it with me….I said snitches get stitches and the b1tches out there looking for riches which is why the f***ing broads cannot get enough of Don Monk….

I told ‘em, I said I’ll do Survival….

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: And I’ll do Born in Fire….

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: But I want a yacht….

*Jeff Thadeus snorts into his mic

Monk: They said “Monk Rocker….I’m not sure we can do that”….I said it’s a deal breaker….so JJ Johnson bought me a boat…

*The big screen now shows JJ and Brandi on a huge boat with Tony Monk crudely photoshopped in as though he’s part of the family

Monk: So now I gotta boat…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: I got a big d1ck….

Crowd: How you doin….

Monk: I’M BOB F***ING MONKHOUSE!

*Crowd pop

Monk: And if any of those weaselly….

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: Not the ginger kid from Harry Potter…

Crowd: How you doin…

Monk: The animal…..like a snake with legs….best way to sum up my opponents next week….they got something to say to me then locate your balls and come out here to get yourself a face full of Monk…

RJ: I have no words…

[Static.. and the camera quickly snaps into focus, bringing our attention to the juggernaut that is Angus Plague. Dressed in a pair of beat up work boots, torn camo shorts and a black leather vest over a denim jacket, he paces in front of a dark navy backdrop, occasionally wringing his taped hands together. He pauses for a moment and runs his fingers through his hair, a slight smile playing on his lips, a slight madness in his eyes..]

AP: And the time is now upon us.. the time of reckoning, the time of retribution. Since my arrival I've proved time and time again that I am the oppressor of men, that I am the tyrant that rules with an iron fist. In such a short time, the destruction I've dealt has been glorious..

[He stops on a dime and turns toward the camera, his eyes black and his voice dripping venom.]

AP: BUT IT HASN'T! BEEN! ENOUGH!

[He begins pacing again, chuckling under his breath.]

AP: No.. it just hasn't been enough. My name is still spoke of as if I'm not the one who is here to bring about the end. So my will shall be done come Survival..

[Another chuckle under his breath.]

AP: And how fitting it is that I've chosen to start my reign of terror on a night called Survival.. how fitting that every man in that ring with me, friend or foe, will be fighting for their very survival. The time is now and I will not be denied my glory, just as the waves crash upon the beach ad infinitum,
I cannot be stopped.

[He breaks into a sharp bark, his voice cracking.]

AP: I _WILL NOT_ BE STOPPED! I _CAN NOT_ BE STOPPED!

[He turns and faces the camera again, breathing heavily and eyes wild.]

AP: The alarm has been sounded and the warning sent; if you're in my path be prepared to be annihilated. The end of all things is coming.. the end of all things is _ME_.

[He throws his head back, getting the hair from his face. He stands still in front of the camera for a moment, his chest rising and falling visibly, his eyes burning holes into the viewer. He remains motionless as the camera slowly fades to black.]

Uryu is seen laying on the roof, staring at the sky as Clarisa walks through the door. She slowly approaches and sits next to him.

C: You requested some interview time?

Uryu nods and stays silent, Clarissa looking at him with concern.

C: Well...with the recent news that Max Adamson...

UI:...I have no idea what he is doing. I was fine and happy with a normal referee, No doubt Chris will say its a conspiricy or that Max will be bias in my favour.

Uryu sits up and looks at Clarissa.

UI: Cards on the table now. I never asked for him to referee and I damn sure don't want to win if I see he had any part in it happening.  As you well know my history with Max goes back decades. All I want him to do is to let the rules slide a little. I want him to let us FIGHT! If I find out he intentionally affected the result I do not care if his ass is retired I am going to get answers from him one way or another!

Uryu stands up looking frustrated.

UI: He knows damn well I want it to be between myself and Chris Patricks. He may have issues with Chris but if he wanted to resolve them he could have done it sooner. Damn it Max, you...

C: Hey look, Max is as frustrated as you are with whats been going on. Just...

Clarissa ponders putting an arm on Uryu's shoulder but decides against it. Uryu then turns to her and sighs.

UI: Yeah...I should relax a little. Max can argue he wants to settle it too but...ugh...doesn't sit right with me. Yet...I gotta accept it. Chris will whine. I've made my point about Max being involved...

C: Speaking of Chris Patricks, Do you have any more words for him?

UI: He says I'm a fake hero. Says he gets to show the real me to everyone...you've known me throughout my career. I have been what folks have seen every single time. I am a guy who looks at respect, honor and kindness and embraces them. Sometimes I embrace them to much and well, make mistakes...trust the wrong people...

Both Uryu and Clarissa look away from each other a little sheepishly, thinking on their past actions.

UI: Yet I never deviate from that. I have been here long enough that I can safely say that I am 6CWF's spirit. I am the guy who will give it his all and look back at what he has done in the ring and smile upon it knowing that I didn't cross certain lines. Everyone has seen what happens when my opponents keep pushing me and pushing me to cross them. To push that envelope of what I believe is right and do things in the ring that I regret. Plague ended up on fire because of it. I injured a man who is my friend. I've seen tag partners injured overseas because of what I did. Theres a list of regretable actions I could call upon but...

Uryu nods to himself and sighs softly.

UI:...Chris, You know all heroes aren't squeaky clean all time time and I know the fans see me as a hero. A guy to look up to. Yet they also understand that sometimes I am dragged over the line and have to do things to survive that I dont neccesarily like doing. You are going to understand Chris that what you did last week...that was the line. So if you insist on dragging me over it then let me warn you that the fans understand the difference between beng dragged over a line...and walking across it willingly like you have done.

Uryu heads towards the door and opens it, Clarissa looking confused as Uryu smiles a little.

UI: Sorry but I need to get some more private training in. I'm sure you understand.

C: S...sure, Thanks for the interview Uryu.

As Clarissa heads through the door she hears Uryu practicing strikes as he kicks pipes.

The show has rolled back into London and Mike Masters is entering the 02 sporting his MVP attire. He looks at the posters on the walls advertising Born in Fire and he sneers in disgust at the lack of his name or picture. Jack Reynolds approaches Masters for the chance of an interview.

MM: Really? This company continues to disrespect me, basically take a dump on my record but expect me to continue my media duties. Take a look at that!

Masters jabs his thumb at the Born in Fire poster

MM: 135 days as the EWF Champion and yet I’m not featured in any of the promotion for Born in Fire? The best wrestler on the roster and I haven’t even filmed anything for the event. Now part of the most must-see tag team in professional wrestling today, and there’s absolutely no mention of it at all.

JR: With all due respect, Mike, you don’t actually have a match

Masters looks angered by Reynolds’ words

MM: And who is to blame for that? Certainly not me, is it? Somehow Scott Harris, Scott Harris! Is facing Perfect Jack for the European Championship. GazzyD hasn’t won a match in singles competition this season and he’s got a world title match? Is that some Steiner Math? More like Steiner Meth.

I’ve said it before about guys like Daniel Reilly and Revolution; they are spot on when it comes to the levels of corruption in 6CWF. I notice JJ Johnson’s true colours and nature are now coming to the surface too because he’s as big a problem as anyone else. All he cares about is money and status. He runs a pro wrestling company but chooses to push his friends and his favourites instead of the actual stars. I don’t know how many times I have to repeat the same cr@p but it is becoming boring.

JR: Can we talk about last week? You and Jimmy Phillips interrupted the title celebration of The Brothers of Seduction. This was clearly an attempt to initiate a shot at the belts but then you suffered defeat at the hands of JJ Johnson & The Saint. Do you think that may have derailed your chances?

MM: If management has anything to do with it. JJ will probably give the shot to himself and Saint, that seems to be the way nowadays. It took me and Jimmy about three seconds to prove that those two pisants Percival and Perez are not on our level. We demolished them and the tag title shot should be a wrap for us but I won’t hold my breath. This company wouldn’t know talent if it burst out of Miss Jessica’s a55cheeks.

Deep down I think they fear that with the gold around our waists we will overshadow all of their special superstars. Mike Masters and Jimmy Phillips, The MVPs, are the money shot for 6CWF but they don’t want the mess all over their faces. It is clear as day.

JR: And if you don’t get the shot, what will the plan be?

MM: Maybe we force their hands. Maybe we walk out on the pathetic contracts they’ve got us on. Maybe we take our brilliance to another fed and finally get the respect we deserve. Any other company in the land would bend over backward for someone like me, maybe it’s time I had a real good look at the contracts coming through my letterbox and take this show on the road to El Dorado. Mike Masters is gold and if 6CWF cannot see it then I’ll find someone who can.

JR: Finally, this week it is “Survival”. You are booked in a huge 12 man elimination contest that includes the tag team champions as well as the Xtreme and European Champions. Some may say, with Born in Fire just around the corner, that this is the perfect platform to showcase..

Masters cuts Reynolds off

MM: I’ve been showcasing my abilities from day one. 11 years in this business and I take no days off. Putting on shows and delivering performance after performance so let’s not pretend that one match next week is suddenly going to make management wake up and realise that they have liquid gold in the palms of their hand.

If this is a question about how I think I might perform in a match with so many high calibre stars then the answer is the same as ever; I steal the show because that’s what I do. You can take it to the bank that given the type of match and the whole gimmick of the show itself that I am going to channel my inner Dolph Ziggler 2014. I’m going bell to bell, coast to coast. More than likely I’ll pin at least one champion if not three or four because I am that damn good.

And management will look at that tape, they will study it real hard, and they’ll doing absolutely nothing with it because history is doomed to repeat itself with imbeciles in charge. I’m done pretending this isn’t a sham. Mike Masters belongs at the top and if 6CWF don’t sort that out soon…

Masters blows a kiss into the camera and waves before walking away

The scene opens with Scott Harris sat in his locker room. His protective mask is on the bench beside him as he sits wearing his training gear. 'The Sharpshooter' is scrolling through his phone when his face screws up at the sight of something. He scrolls up again and re-reads it, this time out loud.

SH: "Harris, whilst not blessed with the greatest mic skills, is considered one of the best technicians in professional wrestling"...

The cheeky bar stewards! I can use words and sentences with best of them!!

During his outburst Jack Reynolds has entered the room.

JR: Hi Scott, everything ok?

SH: Jacky Boy, read this tripe from the Wrestling Insider on Twitter... Not blessed with the greatest mic skills indeed.

Reynolds reads the tweet.

JR: How do you feel about it?

Harris pauses...

SH: I can't find the words right now... What can I do for you?

JR: I just wanted to get your initial reaction to the announcement for your match at Born in Fire, where you'll be challenging Perfect Jack for the European Title.

Harris knowingly smirks at this.

SH: We've been down this road before, haven't we?

JR: How do you mean?

SH: Oh come on, you know. It's always the same isn't it? I manufacture a title opportunity, either you or Clarissa come and ask me about it. We get to the event, I've talked the talk with my "not great mic skills", get to game time, put on another wrestling clinic and then end up getting screwed out of the belt I'm fighting for in some new, creative way. It's like the circle of life isn't it?

There's few certainties in life except, death, taxes and Scott Harris getting screwed when it matters the most.

Harris has worked himself up with the previous rant.

SH: See, lesser men would crumble under my track record, less resilient men would take their ball and skulk off back into the shadows and accept their lot in life.

Not me, Jack. Each time I've been on the end of a questionable decision, I've used it as fuel, as motivation to push myself harder. I won't and can't stop until I get my moment.

I wouldn't say I'm desperate Jack but I'm getting mightily close.

Desperation does funny things to a man. It makes you more erratic, unpredictable, willing to put yourself through whatever is necessary to get the job done.

You might have noticed that I stepped things up a notch with my offence in that main event...

Reynolds nods his head.

JR: Yeah, I was going to ask about that...

SH: As soon as I set my cross hairs on Perfect Jack and that title of his, I knew I needed a point of difference. The handbrake needed to come off.

We're talking about a man who is as good in the ring, if not better, than me and there's not many who can match my IQ bell to bell. Jack is one of those men. He'll know how to operate against me, he'll have me scouted.

Proving Grounds was my way of showing him, Revolution and the 6CWF Locker Room that the more you think you know someone, the more familiar you think you are... The more dangerous that is.

I'm just getting started too. You just wait for Survival.

With that, Harris grabs his bag and his mask and exits the shot as we cut to a commercial for Born in Fire.

The scene opens with drone footage sweeping over a cold London night. The lights of the city glint against the Thames, and the O2 Arena looms below, silent and imposing. The drone closes in on a lone figure standing atop the arena, his back turned to the camera, a hood drawn over his head. Vapour from his breath is visible in the crisp air as he looks out towards Canary Wharf, unmoving, as if the weight of the skyline mirrors the weight of his thoughts. After a moment, he speaks, his voice calm but edged with something dark and steely. It’s unmistakably Acer.

“Last week, Chris Patricks almost got it. Almost. He was this close to understanding the truth.” Acer raises his hand, thumb and forefinger nearly touching. “He said the TAW Championship match was an excuse—an excuse for JJ and his friends to get a shot they don’t deserve. But, as always, the machine spins it. And just like that, the official story shifts to ‘Acer is undeserving of a title shot.’ Another lie for the record books.”

Acer keeps his gaze fixed on the city below, never looking back at the camera, his voice cutting through the night air.

“You don’t need to take my word for it—go check the 6CWF website. Look at the singles Wins/Losses page. JJ is 0 for 3, Saint’s batting 50-50, and me? Six wins out of seven. That’s right—I’m the one with the numbers. But sure, let’s pretend I’m the one who doesn’t belong in the championship conversation. And while we’re on the subject, let’s not forget the Road to Royalty win, where I earned the right to choose which title to go for. But JJ couldn’t let that happen, could he? The owner of the company had to swoop in, rewrite the rules, and twist the story. Again.”

A slight pause as Acer lets the silence settle in, his posture never shifting.

“That’s been the story since day one. 6CWF has controlled the narrative, bending the truth until it suits their agenda. They paint people as villains, make the world believe 6CWF is somehow ‘better off’ without them. Need an example?”

There’s a weight in his tone as he names a familiar figure.

“Clarke James. They’d have you believe Clarke wanted to destroy 6CWF, that he was out to ruin JJ and his pals just because he felt shortchanged. But that’s not the truth, is it? No. The truth is Clarke and JJ were friends—a bond built over a decade. JJ wanted Clarke in 6CWF. He knew he needed someone of Clarke’s calibre on the roster. But Clarke wasn’t biting, not until JJ dangled the ultimate prize: the 6CW Championship, promised to him on day one.”

Acer’s voice hardens, as if the memory of Clarke has reopened unresolved past trauma.

“Except, once the ink was dry, JJ pulled the rug out. Turned his back, twisted the story, and made Clarke out to be a cancer, a self-centred egomaniac. And when Clarke finally pushed back, when he decided he wasn’t going to be JJ’s pawn, JJ turned the entire company against him. The media started calling him a threat, a ticking time bomb, a ‘destroyer’ of 6CWF. But imagine that was you. Imagine the one person you thought you could trust—your so-called brother—stabbed you in the back, undermined you, turned the world against you.”

The wind picks up slightly, catching the hood around his face, but Acer doesn’t react, his voice calm and cold.

“People ask me, ‘Acer, how can you understand Clarke? Didn’t he target you?’ Yeah, he did. Because I cost him the World Championship against Uryu Ishida. Back then, I thought Clarke was the threat. I believed the story, believed the lies, thought I was protecting 6CWF. But in Clarke’s eyes? I was just another of JJ’s pawns, another mouthpiece spreading falsehood. I was just another piece on the board, moved to protect the king—JJ.”

Acer lets his words sink in, the weight of betrayal and his manipulation at the hands of his ‘friends’ thick in the air.

“It’s funny, really. Despite all their power plays, their narratives, their schemes—the tide is turning. Daniel Reilly’s been shouting about corruption since day one. Miss Jessica’s been exposing how the strings are pulled from the shadows. Mike Masters has woken up to JJ’s true nature. And soon? The whole world will see them—the real JJ, the real Saint, laid bare.”

He pauses, letting a beat of silence fill the night before speaking with renewed focus.

“See, JJ and Saint need this match to be about them. Despite the fact that I’m the only one of the three that has the credentials and record to justify a title shot, they want this to be a one-on-one so they can stand tall, inflate their egos, live in their little fantasy where they’re the only ones who matter. So what do they do? They throw me into a six-man tag match with Genesis members locked in a blood feud, a perennial Number 1 contender who won’t lay down , and psychopathic monsters who live for destruction. Think about it—JJ’s not just hoping I won’t make it out of that match 100%, or at all. He’s counting on it. And to make sure, he’s inserted himself as guest referee.”

He allows a low, bitter laugh to escape.

“Clever move, JJ. Anywhere else, it’d be foolproof. But here? London? You’ve made your move in my city, in front of my people. You think that referee shirt gives you control? You’ve just given me 20,000 enforcers—20,000 pairs of eyes that’ll be watching your every move. If you try anything underhanded, you’ll have a riot on your hands.”

Acer’s tone grows colder, sharper.

“But that’s just like you to be underhanded, isn’t it, JJ? Each week, your mask slips a little more, the cracks start to show, and the world gets a peek at the coward hiding beneath. You want control, but this story won’t end the way you want it to.”

Without warning, Acer reaches up, pulling back his hood. The camera captures the back of Acers head, but instead of seeing the back of seeing the back of his neck and scalp, there’s a familiar sight: the rough, twisted hessian mask covers his head. He stands motionless, the mask silhouetted against the night, a haunting symbol of defiance.

“Perspective… it’s a wonderful thing.”

The screen fades to black as the image of Acer, masked and immovable, lingers, leaving his words to echo into the cold East London night.

*The crowd inside the 02 have gathered for the promotional build-up to Survival and Born in Fire. All the stars of 6CWF are expecting at some point to film footage, sign autographs and hype the upcoming events. "Here comes the boom" hits the airwaves out of nowhere and takes the crowd (around 5,000) by surprise. There is an immediate roar of delight but after a few seconds the microphones begin to pick up on some very audible boos from the London crowd. JJ Johnson slowly walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a white, sleeveless, hooded top and black training pants. He pauses for a moment on the stage and then he cups an ear to the audience, a smile appears on his face and he nods his head.

JJ: Ok, ok...I hear ya, I hear ya...this gone be fun!

*JJ starts to make his way toward the ring. He pauses now as a male fan (around 18) is yelling over at him "You suck, JJ" and booing in his direction. Security look to move forward but JJ holds up a hand to prevent them getting involved. Johnson continues to stand in front of the fan with a grin on his face and then winks at him before heading up into the ring. He goes through his usual routine of posing on the turnbuckles as the mixed reaction continues before he clambers down and receives a mic from Michael Bird.

Crowd: Let's go JJ/JJ sucks x20

JJ: London, England...

*Crowd pop

JJ: Here we are....final stop befo Born in Fire...biggest Born in Fire o' all time....tracking to break all records...

*JJ looks around the 02

JJ: And I could stand here and tell you that since May 2023, the day we re-opened those doors, we have smashed all records out of the water...viewing figures, gate receipts, sponsorship deals....every single 6CWF superstar is earning more than ever befo, lucrative contracts coming out they a55es....we are headlining the biggest venues around the globe, phones ringing off the hook asking us to to take our show to the grandest stadiums and arena on the planet...breaking new ground every single time we go live on air....

Not bad from a man that they now referring to as the devil himself...

*JJ grins now as some of the crowd boo and we hear audible "Acer" chants

JJ: Yeah that's the guy....he's the one...he's yo boy right?

*Crowd pop

JJ: Used to be mine too....but now Acer got nothing but bad things to say about JJ Johnson....running his mouth about how JJ is corrupt, JJ is greedy, JJ only out fo' himself....

*JJ raises an eyebrow as he looks around

JJ: Fo' a man who only cares about himself I sure as hell made a hell o' alot of them boys in the back rich as f*** over the last eighteen months...

Including Acer...

Now I know he ran us all a little VT awhile back about how he super successful outside o' all this, boy may as well of flashed us his bank balance....stay humble, playboy...

*The crowd boo this

JJ: Don't hate the playa....y'all really don't wanna start comparing account sizes...

But I digress....see Acer wanted us all to know just how big his package was and that's fair enough, he's done well....but without me, without 6CWF, nobody would give a f***...

*More boos

JJ: Truth hurts like a mother but here we go....but you know I ain't gone stand out here talking to myself, outshining everyone else on this mic like I have for the last seventeen years...

*This draws a mixed review and JJ points to a particular fan

JJ: This homie cheered that because he knows....booed when I put on Acer on blast but cheered cos he knows JJ Johnson the best on the mic, ever....and in most people's eyes the best ever...period...

*Once again a mixed response from the crowd

JJ: Y'all need to get better at this hating lark....if you gone boo me then keep it consistent....see you want to hate because you got yo boy's back...but deep down y'all know....and I'm tired o' pretending otherwise....too many years passed by without the accolades on my part.....but at Born in Fire we gone change that.....it's been eleven years since JJ Johnson was a world champion....put myself out o' the running because of "business"....but now business and personal go hand in hand....there ain't no separation....I want it and because I want it, I'm taking it...nobody gone stop me, nobody can stop me...

So Acer says "perspective is a wonderful thing" so how about he brings his a55 out here and enlightens us all....because storytime with "The Author" JJ Johnson ain't no fun without a subject and I got a whole lot mo' to tell....

The fans murmur amongst themselves, each whispering and wondering if their hometown hero is about to make his entrance to confront JJ. But the hum of anticipation is abruptly shattered by a bloodcurdling scream from one of the female fans near the entrance. The entire crowd turns to see a young woman frantically pointing toward one of the entryways—and then he appears.

Clarke James steps out from the shadows. Clad in all black with a zipped jacket, jeans, and his signature Scarecrow mask, he moves slowly and purposefully through the parted crowd. Fans instinctively recoil as he passes, the atmosphere thick with unease as if they’re in the presence of a ghost. A chill hangs in the air as he ascends to the stage, taking each step with deliberate care.

Ten, maybe fifteen, security guards rush to form a barrier between him and JJ. Standing just behind the wall of guards, Clarke James locks eyes with JJ for a charged moment. Then, slowly, he unzips his jacket to reveal an Acer T-shirt underneath.

The crowd’s stunned silence erupts into cheers as Clarke James pulls off the mask…revealing Acer underneath.

He grabs a microphone, a cold smirk etched on his face.

“Nice to see you don’t scrimp on security these days,” he says, pointing at the guards lined up in front of him. “And I can’t wait to see the headlines from all the JJ-friendly outlets tomorrow, claiming they’re here to protect me from you, and not the other way around.” He motions to the guards. “They have nothing to worry about—I’m not here to throw hands. Not yet. Before I get to you, I want to say a few words to them.” He points to the crowd, and a murmur of anticipation ripples through.

He holds up the Scarecrow mask. “Now, I know what some of you are thinking: ‘Why the mask?’ Not long ago, I called it a symbol of cowardice. But I’ve come to realise it’s so much more than that. This mask,” Acer raises it slightly, letting the audience take it in, “represents moral ambiguity. To some, I’m a hero. To others, a villain. But once you see the world through my eyes, you’ll understand that I’ve been right all along.”

He pauses, the mask still in his hand, allowing the significance to sink in. “It’s a symbol of transformation, of tapping into strength hidden within. Fear, when embraced, can harden your resolve, push you to places you never thought you could reach. Since embracing it, fear has fuelled my path to victory, led me to win the Road to Royalty, and brought me right into World Championship contention.”

Acer’s tone sharpens, his focus turning to JJ. “And finally, this mask represents vulnerability—the fact that most of us hide behind one, don’t we? We all wear masks, every day. Especially you, JJ. Yours just slips a little more with each passing week.”

He steps forward, never breaking eye contact with JJ. “I couldn’t help but notice a couple of things you’ve been saying lately. First, that you’re the ‘best ever.’ And second, that it’s been eleven years since you held a World Championship. So let me ask you—if you’re the best, why the 11-year drought? It’s not like you haven’t had enough chances. You’ve handed yourself plenty of those.”

The crowd murmurs in agreement as Acer continues, his voice laced with contempt. “Let’s start with the Tag Titles. You put yourself and Saint on the easy side of the draw, set yourselves up for a quick path to the championships. But what happened the moment you faced real challengers? Saint was left looking like a human pincushion while you had a close encounter with the announcer’s table. Then, there was that 6CW title shot you gifted yourself under the guise of ‘Unleashed Rules.’ Didn’t win that either, did you?”

Acer’s gaze narrows. “And now, here you are with the TAW Championship belt draped over your shoulder, strutting around as if you’ve won it already. But let’s be honest—the so-called ‘best ever’ hasn’t won a singles match since Night of Glory. And you still think you can take me down? Spoiler alert, JJ: you can’t. Saint can’t. And at Born in Fire, I’m walking out as the TAW Champion. I’ll rip that mask off your face in front of the whole world and show them exactly who you are beneath it.”

Acer lowers the mic, his steely gaze never wavering from JJ as the crowd roars his name in unison.

*JJ looks at the Scarecrow mask in Acer's hands

JJ: Cute trick...

*JJ's smiler is as wide as ever, almost like a politician refusing to be ruffled

JJ: But you know; I do enjoy when people talk about things they don't understand....marching out here and saying it with yo chest...

Why hasn't JJ Johnson held a world title in eleven years? Like I said, this is story time so allow me to turn a few pages fo' you...

See whilst you've been wallowing in insignificance fo' the last fifteen years....JJ Johnson has been building an empire....behind the scenes of these promotions since 2010 I have been putting every drop of blood, sweat and tears into ensuring that we stand up there on the mountain top, the pinnacle of this business....remind me what you've been doing for everyone in this time?

These people, your people, they're here tonight and they're chanting yo name....at Born in Fire I'm damn sure they'll be out en masse once more.....but they're doing it in my house....you're doing it in my house and I'm a little bit tired of the disrespect from people I "allowed" to walk through my front door....you're here because of me and it's about time you stopped getting that twisted...all of these fans are here because JJ Johnson once again strapped this company to his back, breathed life into it's dying lungs....the same way I've been pulling it from the depths of everyone else's f*** ups for nearly two decades...

But you already know that, right? Considering one of those f*** ups was yours...

*There is a mixed response from the crowd

JJ: I've lost count of the amount of times over the years that I've had to step in to save this company because someone else thought they could run it and when they got bored or realised they were incapable....they walked away with their tail between the legs....cue JJ Johnson....rinse and repeat....

Whether on screen or off-screen, JJ Johnson saves the f***ing day.....life imitating art and vice versa....because I'm a real life hero....not a pretend one who swoops in from the rafters and steals championship belts...

*The crowd pop at the mention of Hero

JJ: Not all heroes need to wear capes...sometimes they wear designer f***ing suits, dressed to the nines with the baddest b1tch on they arm...

So why does my world title haul still read three? That was the question right? Because 6CWF needed me to fight and win battle after battle behind the scenes because not one of you sorry, pathetic parasites was willing or able....happy to take the money but never happy to help out....out here running your mouth on JJ Johnson inside a ring, inside a company, that wouldn't exist if I hadn't saved the f***ing day...not once, not twice, probably no less than a dozen....they walk in, sh*t all over the product and walk out....and here I stand, picking up the pieces, building back the foundations....making stars....all the while having to listen to ungrateful pieces of s**t like you....

You can, however, look me in my eyes right here tonight and know one thing....I don't need you to willingly get down on bended knee and thank me....because at Born in Fire, I'm going to make you...

*Acer can't help but smile at JJ's arrogance

JJ: But I'll address some of yo other points....just to ensure everyone gets the full picture and realises what a liability you are...

Firstly; the tag title reign of me and Saint? Easy side of the draw? I didn't realise Perfect Execution, widely regarded as the greatest tag team in 6CWF history, and Edward Plague/GazzyD was considered "easy" but heck this is a man who has won one single's championship in his career...you must be right, my mistake...

Then my 6CW Championship shot at Unleashed? Firstly you questioning the legitimacy of the random drawing is a real slight on our boy Saint...

*Mixed reaction here

JJ: The new Head of Programming....oh yeah I just promoted him, real well deserved...

*There are some audible boos now as Acer rolls his eyes

JJ: Unleashed was his baby and you calling it into question? Poor taste that, playa.....but secondly you are correct I didn't win....and why was that? You know why.....look at you all here proud as punch as though you are the hard done party? Tell these people....tell your people why JJ Johnson isn't the 6CW Champion right now?

No? Silence? I'm sure my boys in the back can help me out...

*JJ points to the screens now as we see Acer taking JJ out with a spear so that Blue Dragon can beat him.

JJ: Man I love having access to fact....see yo jealous a55 is the reason JJ Johnson isn't the 6CW World Champion right now....and in that moment alone, forget Beachfront Brawl, that moment right there defined our path to Born in Fire....because if I win that match, I'm away...I'm moving on.....and you go on to win "Road to Royalty" and you choose the TAW belt....everyone is happy...

But you couldn't have it....twisting and convoluting your narrative to suit this new story that JJ Johnson is holding you back....you cost me....those issues between me and Blue, they were a long time in getting sorted, and I was this close (holds up his finger and thumb) to settling it....you f***ed that up.....

So I decided that it was time to deal with things directly....you earned a shot, ain't no doubt, by winning Road to Royalty....but that video I just played is proof enough that my shot was stolen by you....so, as "The Author" that I am....I wrote a new script...

I wrote the perfect script......TAW Championship, a belt so close to all of our hearts.....JJ Johnson.....Acer.....and The Saint.....you call his "record" into question but do you really want to combine our career records? Because newsflash you'd be lucky to have a match on the card if that was the case...you are sharing the ring with two hall of famers and you should feel privileged...

*Some of the fans chant "A55hole" now and JJ grins

JJ: Like i keep saying, truth hurts...

The thing is....this new "script" I've wrote, it has a tremendous ending....real page-turning stuff....it'll put me on the same level with Nolan and Kubrick and I can't wait for you all to be live for the exclusive reveal....

You say you're going to take my mask off in front of the whole world?

*JJ smiles at this

JJ: I'd say be very, very careful what you wish for.....because if you know what's underneath....and you still believe you can walk out of Born in Fire as a world champion....I'd say you're even more foolish than I ever believed you could be..

Acer smirks, crossing his arms, his tone icy.

“Alright, JJ Tolkien, I’ll indulge in your little fairy tale. But there are a few crucial ‘minor details’ you’re conveniently skipping over. Combined records? They don’t mean a damn thing. What the record should show is that I defeated Saint at Unleashed II. But thanks to you charging out and forcing the referee to call it a ‘no contest,’ it doesn’t. You’re banking on everyone just remembering the result, not the fight. But people saw that match, JJ. They watched as your ‘Preacher Boy’ threw everything he had at me and couldn’t keep up, even when I was barely breaking a sweat, just toying with him. And I told him afterward, next time, he won’t be so lucky. At Born in Fire? He’ll find that out, first-hand.”

Acer’s eyes narrow, his calm demeanour giving way to a simmering edge of anger.

“Then there’s your little comment—I ‘should feel lucky’ to step into the ring with Hall of Famers? Here’s a history lesson: I am the original Hall of Famer. You talk about carrying company after company on your back like it’s some sort of selfless martyrdom, but the truth? Without me, this wrestling scene wouldn’t have made it past 2006. I was the one who held it together while you were taking your first steps in a wrestling ring.”

Suddenly, Acer’s cold demeanour ignites, his voice rising, fury flashing in his eyes.

“You love to remind everyone how you ‘saved’ this business, on-screen and off. But when you broke your neck, who the **** saved you, JJ? Who was the one who was there every single day when you came home when you released from hospital, sleeping upright on your sofa, neck in a brace? Who was it sleeping on an airbed on the floor, night after night, packing cushions around you so you wouldn’t slump over in your sleep? Who was the one standing by your side, every brutal rehab session, every training session, when you weren’t even sure you’d ever make it back to the ring?

I didn’t rebuild you physically—that was the surgeons. But mentally? I was the one who got you through it, I was the one to fix you. So when you stand there and act like you’re the one who ‘carried’ this business on your back while I did nothing? Remember, JJ, that I did nothing because I was carrying YOU on mine!”

The crowd roars as Acer steps forward, his tone fierce and relentless, every word seething with raw intensity and emotion.

“You can’t help yourself, can you? You have to be in control. Controlling the narrative, controlling everyone close to you. I see it now. You didn’t mind me standing there as long as I was that half-step behind you, exactly where you wanted me. But all of this happened because I had the audacity to want to stand beside you as a World Champion. And that scares you, doesn’t it? The idea that by taking that half step forward, I’m no longer under your control, maybe even beyond your reach.” Acer smirks, the fire in his eyes unwavering. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it anymore, JJ. At Born in Fire, I won’t just walk in front of you. I will walk over you. And if it comes to it, I’ll have no problem leaving you with a broken neck again!”

The crowd erupts in a frenzy as Acer lowers the mic, his gaze locked on JJ, unyielding, the energy of the crowd surging, ready to metaphorically blow the roof of the 02 arena.

Exclusive footage is released of The Saint appearing on an unofficial 6CWF podcast. He is sat in the recording studio alongside the host, Jayden Williams and the atmosphere between the two is quite jovial as they are recording.

Jayden: Welcome back to Born in Glory, your favourite unofficial 6CWF podcast with me, Jayden Williams! We're still stupidly excited to be able to welcome the bonafide legend and potential next TAW Champion, The Saint, to this week's pod! Thanks again for giving up the time, Saint.

The Saint is leant back, almost quite arrogantly, in his chair.

The Saint: Not a problem, Jayden, I'm happy to be here.

Jayden: Getting back into it, with Born in Fire in touching distance, you're not on the card for this week's Survival special.

The Saint: Well observed...

Jayden: How does that all work? With a big match coming up for you, do you not want to be in action beforehand to be up to speed when Born in Fire comes around?

The Saint: Look, I'm at the stage of my career where I don't particularly want to be doing this week in, week out. I've nothing to gain from it. Why milk the cash cow dry? Do you know what I mean?

Jayden: Sure...

The Saint: I've been doing this long enough to know what I need to do when it's show time. I'm not getting any younger at the end of the day. Come Born in Fire week, I'll be in top shape. I'll have done my yoga, I'll be stretched out and I'll be ready to do what I've always done: Dominate.

Anyway, I take my role as a 6CWF ambassador very seriously. It means I get to spread the good word to folk like you and your listener.

Jayden raises an eye brow.

Jayden: Listeners...

The Saint: That's what I said.

In fact, I'm really quite proud to announce, and the ink is still drying, that I've been offered the role of Head of Programming. I quite obviously accepted.

Jayden: Ermm... Congratulations?

The Saint looks at the interviewer.

The Saint: What's with the tone?

Jayden is flushed as The Saint leans forward.

Jayden: Well... Wasn't it you that created Unleashed? It was a bit of a bust wasn't it?

The Saint: A bust?! Are you on something?! That was exactly the pioneering product that lead to JJ Johnson and VIP Promotions affording me that great honour.  Believe me, we're only just getting started. Call it what you like but the returns from Unleashed II paid for this designer suit, this Rolex that I'm rocking and if I really wanted to be a pr*ck, I could buy the rights to this here podcast right from under your acne ridden nose...

The Saint leans back again and Jayden quickly moves on.

Jayden: So how's it all going to work out with you and JJ? You're viewed very much as his right hand man. You've got a chequered history but yet seem very much on the same page going into a match where you're against each other at BiF. Talk us through that.

The Saint: What is there to say?!

The Saint looks at the host and there is an uncomfortable silence as Jayden tries to qualify his question.

Jayden: Surely you both want to win that gold?

The Saint: Well no sh*t Sherlock. Of course we both want to win it. JJ and I are a lot of things, we're fathers, we're athletes, businessmen, legends of the game, giants in the pantheon of 6CWF.

But above all that, at the core of it, above everything else... We're winners. We love to win, have to win. We don't know any other way.

Of course we're going to kick ten bells of holy sh*te out of one another at Born in Fire but we're real enough and grown up enough nowadays to shake hands when the dust settles.

I'm not so sure the same can be said for Acer, though...

Jayden: I'm glad you mentioned Acer...

The Saint sniggers almost dismissively.

Jayden: ...He's had an awful lot to say recently. In fact, as we speak, there's been an exchange between him and JJ... Listen to this.

The audio is played of Acer's address and then the following exchange between him and JJ. It finishes and The Saint just shakes his head.

Jayden: Your exclusive reaction? For the listeners, The Saint is shaking his head...

The Saint: I mean he really has become a whiny little pr*ck hasn't he? He's really dying on that hill he's set up camp on.

How on earth he can question the credibility of JJ and I really just shows what a bitter and twisted creature he's become. We've done things that have transcended this business. We've headlined PPV's worldwide... What's he done? Honestly? Won himself a plastic crown... It's not really solid footing to come firing shots at the two men that have always had his back is it?

Jayden: There are pockets of fans online that are starting to suggest that Acer might be right?

The Saint starts to laugh. It's an over the top almost panto laugh that he quickly stops and turns serious.

The Saint: Do you honestly think I give a toss what some sweaty, pasty virgin is posting on social media about me? Do I look in the slightest bit bothered? Whilst they cry about something they will never begin to understand, I'm just doing God's work.

That work is making sure the product we put out there is right and is what the people want.

Acer vs. JJ vs. The Saint is MONEY. People may not like it but frankly, at the end of the day... I don't care. Really, I don't.

JJ Johnson and I are two of the realest f*ckers to walk God's green earth... It's not our problem if people can't understand that.

But Jayden, you, your listeners, those pasty fat men jerking into their sock draw every five minutes, you'll all come to understand our way of thinking... Whether you like it or not.

Interview finished.

With that, The Saint takes his headphones off and chucks then across the desk. He gets up and walks out of the room, leaving a bemused Jayden to finish his recording.

*JJ runs his hand along the scar on his neck, the stark reminder of the injury he suffered at the hands of Lex Hart

JJ: You were there, I remember....I remember each and every time you sat by my side....each and every time you had my back, psyching me up through all the rehab, all the therapy...never even had to ask when Night of Glory came around and you went to war for me and mine.....check the program notes over the last six months because I've acknowledged you and your efforts time and time again...

But it's not enough is it?

It's never enough, never is fo' people like you....

And now I see, I see something that maybe I wanted to hide from...something I didn't want to admit......you used me...

*Acer's eyes rise in astonishment at this

JJ: All those days and nights, the coaching, the rehab.....it must have been hard for you to hide it but the desperation on you reeks to high heaven....I was yo meal ticket, right? Get JJ Johnson fit and healthy again....get JJ believing again...because without JJ there ain't no party....no 6CWF....no money.....sponsorships ain't coming to the table without JJ Johnson....

You needed me but you made it seem like I was dependent on you....because without me, we don't reach the part of the story where you get one more chance to prove that you aren't an abject failure everyone has always believed you to be.....second best to Hero and EZ Money......second best to Saint and Nemesis......and always, always second best to JJ Johnson!

*This draws the biggest boos yet. Acer looks almost hurt by JJ's accusations

JJ: I know it killed you inside that after you went away in 2008 and then returned a year later to see me, the arrogant little rookie, had already surpassed you in every which way....that's why you tried to take me out, cut my legs out from under me before I'd even started....and what happened? I put you in your place.....barely a year in the business and already I beat yo a55....the hall of famer? That's what you were, right? You just reminded us all...I obviously slept through that part of history ....you were the big fish and JJ Johnson beat you down....

I wasn't your protege anymore...I was better than you....and truth be told I would have proven exactly the same thing the moment I walked through those doors in May 2008....because I've always been better....then, now and forever!

*The two rivals glare into each other's eyes for nearly a minute, no words spoken. The intensity is at fever pitch.

JJ: You talk about 2006....you talk about how this place doesn't get started without you....no lies detected from over here, playa...

But here's real talk....because whether it is in business, real life, in this ring, between these ropes or on this microphone....I am the evolution of everything you ever wished to be....for everything good you have ever achieved, I've done it better...because I am better....this isn't opinion, this is straight fact and the numbers back that up...

You were the back water, leisure centre king.....I'm the f***ing emperor.....this is my Rome....I command these legions and you lucky that you get to play a part in my history....don't ever forget that...

And whilst we on the subject.....repeatedly talking about walking through me, over me, whatever you like.....big a55 talk for someone who ain't never done it before? So tell me, Anthony, exactly what makes 2024 different to 2009? Because, like I said, I put you in your place then....and once more you coming for my spot so I'm gone have to put you back where you belong.......beneath me, like destiny intended!

*Acer is angry and the fans are now well entrenched on his side of proceedings. We see some of the supporters exchanging looks in regards to the way in which JJ is talking to his former best friend.

Acer’s eyes flash with a mix of disbelief and anger, but he slowly lifts the microphone, his voice low and steady, yet filled with controlled rage.

“Let me get this straight, JJ—I used you? That’s what you’ve convinced yourself? I put you back together, kept you from breaking, put my own career on hold, and now you’ve twisted that into a desperate little narrative about how you’re my ‘meal ticket’? I was there for you because you were my brother, because I believed in you when nobody else did. When deep down you didn’t believe in yourself. And maybe that’s the real problem. I see now that I invested more in you than you ever could in anyone else.”

The crowd is vocal in support of Acer as he steps closer to the line of security, his eyes locked on JJ, cutting through the accusation with piercing intensity.

“And yeah, you’re right—I went to war for you and yours. Not because I was trying to keep you around for my benefit, but because, at the time, I still thought we were on the same side. I went in there, took the hits, bled for you and this company. But you know what? I never once asked for anything in return. Not a title shot, not a pat on the back. I did it because I cared about you, and I cared about this place.”

Acer pauses, his voice hardening as his gaze sharpens.

“But there it is, isn’t it? That insecurity. You’ve gotta twist everything to make sure you come out on top, right? You say you ‘beat’ me a decade ago, and you know what, you did. But maybe back then, I let you. Maybe I wanted you to think you were the best, because that way, I could keep pushing you to be better. But don’t kid yourself, JJ. That guy from 2009? He’s not standing in front of you anymore. And if you think I’m still going to roll over and let you take that victory lap, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Acer’s voice shifts, going from collected to heated, the frustration he’s held back for years boiling over.

“You want to call yourself the emperor? You think this is your Rome, and I’m here to ‘play a part in your history’? You delusional fool. I was building this empire before you even thought of stepping foot in that ring. You’re standing here talking about ‘evolution,’ but every single ‘next step’ you took was because I paved the way. I sacrificed, I built, and I bled so people like you could even have a career in the first place.”

Acer takes a deep breath, his fury barely restrained, as he steps right up to security line pushing his face between the gap.

“You want to know what makes 2024 different from 2009? I do. Back then, I chose the ‘safe’ path—the one where I kept building wealth, playing it smart for the future. Well, I’ve done that now. I’ve secured enough for generations of my family. And now, there’s only one thing left to pursue—the one dream that’s driven me since I was a kid: becoming World Champion. I wanted to do it with you. But now? I’ll do it against you, in spite of you. Make no mistake: at Born in Fire, it’s not me stepping in the ring against Saint and JJ Johnson. No. It’s Saint and JJ Johnson trapped in the ring with me. You think I’m here to ‘play a part in your history’? At Born In Fire you will come to the rude realisation that you’re in my story, JJ. And this time, there’s only one ending.”

The crowd explodes with cheers as Acer leans in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“At Born in Fire, I’m not just walking through you, JJ. I’m going to run right over you and show the world exactly who I am and who you both are. And once I’m done, all you’ll be is a footnote in my legacy.”

The crowd erupts as Acer fixes his gaze on JJ, his face contorted with fierce intensity, his every muscle taut. If looks could kill, JJ would already be a dead man.

*The crowd's cheers are huge and continuous. JJ smiles and nods his head before throwing his arms up to encourage them to get louder.

JJ: That's your boy....he's speaking from the heart, give him his props....London, stand up....and I'm glad to hear it because we gone revisit this in just a moment.....keep those cheers coming...

*Acer is looking at JJ with complete disdain as the crowd's cheers grow louder and JJ continues as though he is conducting them. He then turns back on Acer and looks him in the eyes...

JJ: Fine speech..

*Some of the "smart" fans cheer this John Cena reference

JJ: Almost had me fo' a moment, some real Oscar-worthy stuff....bravo...

But you know we standing here and we trading barbs....throwing out the insults and read each other stories of times gone by....but we both know why we here...

*JJ turns toward the announce area now

JJ: Allie, honey, if you'd please?

*The timekeeper looks up at JJ and she nods her head before reaching for something. She then heads toward the ring

JJ: Allie Thompson, ladies and gentlemen, the best damn timekeeper in the business......you know her, right? (toward Acer)....yeah you do.....

*Allie Thompson has her head bowed as she climbs into the ring

JJ: Our beautiful, Allie, is a prime example of what happens to anyone who gets in the way of Acer and his quest for a world title....this is your boy, London, so keep making that noise....don't get shy now.....so consumed by his greed that he'd punch a woman in the face to get what he wants...that's your hero....

*Acer's jaw is clenched now as JJ turns his back on him to face Allie. She hands him something now and he smiles at her before she heads back toward the ropes.

JJ: Don't you worry on it one bit, Allie.....6CWF's hero is here to make sure you come to no harm...

Crowd: A55hole x10

JJ: I'm glad to see you keeping that energy....oh I see you, London, don't you worry....now I know what kind of man you like...

*JJ turns now and there is a major reaction from the crowd as he swings the TAW Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Acer's eyes focus on the gold before he stares into JJ's eyes.

JJ: This, this right here is why we are here.....strip it all back....this is it...

*JJ shifts the belt now and he lays it out at the feet of the two men, creating a barrier between them.

JJ: This is what you want.....what you've always wanted.....

And after Night of Glory was said and done you turned to me and Saint and you told us that this was the goal....this was your aim....

And in yo head I'm sure you went through a thousand different scenarios in yo head......Daniel Reilly, Liam Wood, Rex Adamson, Eddy Kent....who would it be? Who would be standing across the ring from you on November 18th? Who would be standing between you and the one prize that has alluded you your entire career?

*JJ pauses for a moment and waits for Acer to look up from the TAW belt

JJ: I'll tell you who you really hoped it wouldn't be?

*JJ grins now but there is a coldness to his smile, a darker look in his eyes

JJ: You think this belt means something to you? I had to walk into the lion's den, alone, and take this out of the hands of the most dominant 6CW superstar at the time, Median...bloody, battered, facing four on one and yet I endured, I fought back, I conquered...yet another prime example of JJ Johnson going to war for his people, for his company.....and you? Too busy walking out after another backstage spat with River Ace....leaving us high and dry because you were too damn egotistical to move forward.....

With this title on the line, a title I had to sacrifice so much for, I am transformed....an altered beast.....of all the possibilities, all the eventualities.....any opponent and any world title combination you could have landed on....this was the one you really didn't want....

Because I see the hunger in your eyes, the passion in your voice, the amazing shape you've worked so hard to get yourself in....I hear the fans on your side and at Born in Fire there'll be 62,000 of them chanting your name....

*JJ steps as close as he can to Acer without stepping over the TAW Title, his voice lowering

JJ: And it'll all be for nothing!

*JJ holds his arms out wide and almost seems to be basking in the crowd's boos. Acer can't help but look down at the TAW belt.

Acer looks down at the TAW belt for a long moment, then raises his gaze back to JJ, his expression a volatile blend of contempt, defiance, and something else—a deep-seated weariness with the narrative JJ is spinning.

“You done, JJ?” Acer’s voice is low, carrying a weight that seems to freeze the entire arena. “You love this, don’t you? Playing the puppet master, holding court, pulling the strings on the crowd like they’re just another act in your ‘JJ Johnson Show.’ You’ve painted yourself as the hero, me as the villain. And I’ll give it to you—you’ve mastered it. You’ve got everyone convinced that no one could ever measure up to JJ Johnson.”

The crowd stirs, but Acer’s eyes drift to Allie, who is still within eyeshot, a mix of regret and concern softening his face.

“Allie, I’ve apologised for what happened, and I’ll keep apologising. It was a terrible accident—one I’d undo in a heartbeat if I could.” He pauses, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. “But that apology is for you, and you alone. Not for him to twist and weaponise.”

Acer shifts his gaze back to JJ, his expression now one of complete disgust.

“The fact that this man would take something that painful, something that has haunted me ever since, and use it as a tool to tear me down…makes me sick. You really think these people buy your twisted version of what happened with Allie? You want them to think that I would stoop so low, that I’d harm someone like her just to get what I want?” He takes a steadying breath, the intensity of his anger tempered by the sheer determination in his eyes. “No, JJ, the only one here who has used people, who has manipulated, twisted, and re-spun history to suit their needs—is you. Allie, Saint, the fans, this entire company—you use everyone to reinforce your legacy, to make sure everyone’s just another character in your story. And now, you’re scrambling to turn my pursuit, my moment, into just another chapter for you.”

He steps forward, coming inches from the security guards as his voice builds to a fierce intensity.

“Fine. Let’s talk about this title.” He gestures down to the TAW belt, his gaze never leaving JJ’s. “You think I’m not ready to bleed for it? For all your talk, JJ, I’m the one who kept the spirit of this title alive. You want to brag about being a champion, but without me, there wouldn’t be a TAW Championship worth holding! You can wax poetic about the glory days, but it’s me who’s stayed hungry, who’s scratched and clawed my way back to this shot. You stand there with that smug grin, acting like this is just another day in your long list of accomplishments. That’s the difference between us. To you, it’s just another title, another trophy. To me, this is everything.”

The crowd roars, rallying behind Acer as he steps even closer, his words steady, his cadence building with each sentence.

“I know what you’re telling yourself—that history is on your side, that you’ll walk into Born in Fire and put me ‘in my place’ just like you did before. But this isn’t 2009, JJ. I’m not the same man I was back then. I’m not here to be the supporting act in your endless tale of self-aggrandisement. I’m here to take what’s mine. And at Born in Fire, when the final bell rings, you’ll finally understand that no amount of power, no amount of control, can stop me from taking that title home.”

Acer’s voice drops, cold and cutting, his tone a razor-edge promise.

“This is my story now, JJ. Throw all the insults you want, polish those tales of your past glories until you believe them yourself. But come Born in Fire, there’ll be no ‘chosen one’ walking out with that belt. Just a man who’s finally ready to claim what he’s earned.”

He takes a step back, looking over the crowd, who are now fully in his corner, their cheers echoing around the arena. Acer raises a hand to quiet them, then locks eyes with JJ one last time.

“Oh, and before I go, a bit of advice…” Acer’s voice is almost a whisper, dripping with venom. “You might want to put this on.” Acer grabs the Scarecrow mask and tosses it at JJ, where it smacks him square in the face. “Because your mask has slipped, JJ. The world can finally see you for what you really are—an insufferable c**t.”

The arena erupts as JJ reacts, lunging forward, fury etched across his face. Acer matches his intensity, lunging back, and the two are instantly separated by security, a storm of bodies trying to hold them apart. The chaos intensifies, the crowd whipped into a frenzy, and, with a final surge of tension, the 6CWF livestream cuts out abruptly, the screen going black, leaving viewers with a single message: “Technical issues.”

[Following the shocking events ending Proving grounds, the 6CWF universe is greeted to further footage of the heinous and deplorable assault on Jackson Jackson. The lobby area is well lit as we can see catering areas, merchandise stands and Born in Fire promotional areas for photoshoots. The camera zooms in on a flickering lightbulb as screams of horror and gasps of "oh my god" can be heard echoing around the lobby area. The camera pans back down as we see staff, technicians and vendors fleeing the scene, their faces, scared, anxious and some as pale as ghosts as the camera shows their drained faces, almost traumatised. The hurried footsteps slowly fade away as an eery silence descends over the lobby as the camera follows the trail of blood on the solid white floor to the motionless and immobile, Jackson Jackson. The camera focuses in on the sledgehammer as blood continues to drip and hit the pool of blood trickling from the side of Jackson Jackson's head. (Think Lucille from the walking dead with Negan S7 episode 1) the camera then pans away from the stationary body of Jackson to the unhinged, egomanical and deplorable 6WF world heavyweight champion, Eddy Kent standing over Jackson. Kent is wearing his usual black under armour tracksuit bottoms, poison green addidas trainers and his 6CWF mechandise top with "The Inevitable one" in the same poison green colouring as the trainers against a black cotton shirt. The flickering lightbulb behind Kent is caught again on Camera as it zooms in on Kent who cricks his neck back, his eyes firmly shut as his breathes are quicker as his chest and shoulders enlarge. Kent re-opens his eyes and a morose and unforgiving look etches over his face as his blue eyes look colder and their are clearly bags underneath his eyes. Suddenly, Kent slowly cricks his neck downwards as Jackson moves slightly, his eyes open slightly as he begins to groan and cough. Jackson splutters some blood onto Kent's trainers as Kent scowls and chuckles sadistically, looking at Jackson and then back to his sledgehammer. Kent crouches down and looks at him with a dark, ominous sick smirk.]

Kent: You know what Jackson... I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now. It's a view of a lifetime... but you do realise this is as much your fault as it's mine? Ever since you've come back to help your old family friends, I've watched you... watched you pour poison into my sons ears. I'm going to make it crystal clear to you, as you lay there... struggling to breathe, blood trickling out of that thick skull of yours... I mean look at you! look at the state of you! what a mess. hahahahha...

[Kent disturbingly chuckles as Jackson groans, his eyes wide staring at Kent as Kent continues to speak]

Kent: There will be no more plotting, planning... from here on out, Jackson. It's all about rehabilition and saving my son. Because if any of you... and I mean any of your little friends in project X or Max or anyone for that matter get in my way... this will be the result. And..

[Jackson splutters blood onto Kent's trainers once again interupting the evil and vile 6WF champion. Kent eyes bulge with rage as he looks down at his sledgehammer again, clutching it ever tighter. Kent sighs and leans back, his eyes shut as we see the lightbulb continue to flicker. Kent's ice cold blue eyes open up once again and looks down at Jackson. Kent snarls and grasps his sledgehammer and raises it up in the air, hovering over Jackson Jackson. With ferocity, Kent slams the hammer down just away from Jackson as it's explodes. Kent then lets out a primal roar as he clasps his hands behind his head.]

Kent: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

[Four figures then slowly and walk onto the scene, these are Genesis members Miss Jessica, Michael Sweetwater, Ralph Santos and making a return, Chris Guerra. Jessica is wearing her usual poison green gucci jumpsuit while Sweetwater and Santos are dressed to impress in three piece suits with poison green ties. Guerra is still wearing his wrestling attire from this evenings match with Thunder. That eery silence forms over the lobby as even Jessica looks slightly shocked and uneasy. Sweetwater then steps forward to the broad figure of Kent who's eyes are firmly shut once more and his hands are rubbing his head before going down to his side. Sweetwater gulps and speaks to his leader, Kent.]

Sweetwater: Hey, boss... we've got Guerra here and he wants his payment for... you know...

[Kent's eyes open and still looks away from his Genesis comrades, in almost a trance. Guerra then pipes up.]

Guerra: That's right, I want what I was promised and I....

[Kent cricks his neck to the side and slowly turns around exhalling as he does. Kent's face is full of aloofness, ill temper and is incredibly sullen as he stares dagger at Guerra. A few uneasy seconds pass before Kent stares at Jessica and nods as she goes onto her Iphone to arrange a transfer. A few seconds pass before we hear another phone chime as Guerra looks at his phone with a smile. Kent raises his eyebrows and purses his lips. Kent then coldly and unforgivingly steps back from the body of Jackson Jackson who is in and out of conciousness and speaks to his Genesis family.]

Kent: Let's get this straight... he attacked us first. Correct? because they will be coming for me... they will be coming for us all. He came into our locker room... he threatened a defenceless women... nearly laying a hand on her. He was out of control and three men couldn't stop him or listen to what they had to say... and that's where I came in. I stopped a situation escalating to a level where a defenceless women was nearly hurt and where three other men were at large risk of assault. That is the truth. Jackson was very angry and believed a lie which was told to him by the Adamson alliance that we were somehow keeping items belonging to Rex. That is the story. That is OUR story. It's their fault...

[The four members of Genesis nod as Jessica grins maliciously as she scrolls to her Instagram app and goes live. She touches up her hair as the other three members of Genesis look at Kent and quickly leave the scene. Jessica talks into her phone as the camera changes to Jessica's instagram live as she welcomes "Genesis patriots" with a sadistic grin, her eyes full of malice as she begins to spout her venom as her bleeched white teeth are on full show.]

Jessica: Good evening 6CWF universe, Genesis patriots and all the other folk inbetween! this is it... this it. We are at war with a pure evil and I have hard irrefutable evidence that the Adamson alliance has sent it's first weapon! but guess what? it has failed miserably! Jackson Jackson barged into a defenceless womens locker room and threatend me over a lie. He then got aggressive... he then got violent towards three other Genesis members and was about to seriosuly harm us. This was untill... this was until the inevitable one... our daddy and the greatest of all time, Eddy Kent, saved me. And saved us from what could have been a horrific situation. And breaking news folks... I have got the greatest of all time with me now, with an important update.

[Jessica swivles her phone around as Kent is now shown on Instagram live. Kent hands are back over his head and then slowly drags them over his face, as he does so, he notices some of Jackson's blood on his hands and stares at for a few moments. He then wipes his tracksuit bottoms and then stares into Jessica's Iphone. Kent looks aloof, morose and cold as he furrows his brow once more and then begins to speak more poison.]

Kent: Tonight... this man, Jackson Jackson... was unhinged and out of control. He threatend an innocent women and threatend three others with violence, both physically and mentally. I couldn't stand for this. So, as the inevitable one does... he never lies. The inevitable one saved the day. Daddy protected his family from a threat known as the Adamson alliance who are poison and who are trying to destroy everything... and I mean everything that I have made perfect in 6CWF. The Adamson alliance has stolen my son and poisoned his mind... and while Rex, I promise you, I will save and rehabilitate you. This act.. this threat that I dealt with, in self-defence for Genesis, came from your other family.

Kent: You still want to do this Rex? You still want to cause this much pain and grief to both of your families? one of which, you know, will open you back with open arms... we will rehabilitate and save you Rex. I will save you, Rex Adamson. Your other family... they don't care about you. Jackson doesn't care about you... Project X doesn't care about you and your uncle... let me tell you this right now, he doesn't care about you either. But guess who still cares about you, Rex? I do. See, they only want to grasp onto you like a parasite or leech... they know how good you are. But I know you better than them. And Rex, this isn't you...The Rex Adamson I know is paitent, wise, strong and can be as good as his daddy. It's in your hands Rex... Genesis will always be apart of you. However hard you try and erase it... Genesis is Rex Adamson and Rex Adamson is Genesis. We made you Rex Adamson. You still want to do this, Rex?

Kent: You're a solider Rex, you're my deputy... you're the deputy of Genesis. Don't do this Rex... don't become a pawn for their games. You're better than this Rex. Your uncle is a liar and his friends are liars... they don't know what's best for you. But Rex, I know what's best for you. Genesis knows what's best for Rex Adamson and this isn't it. All you have to do... is back down and fall in line. And I will rehabilitate you, Rex. Genesis will rehabilitate and save you from the clutches of those who wish to bring this company back into the stone age. And you know as well as I do I cannot let that happen.

Kent: Now, this isn't my first rodeo... Rex knows that I have run this business since it's beginning and have taken it from the dirty, disgusting bingo halls to a multi billion dollar business that we see today. So for Rex to come out and be poisoned by those who wish to destroy my legacy and use my son against me... I find it deeply disturbing and disrespectful to the greatest of all time. Rex knows that I am the inevitable one... Rex knows that i'm the greatest to ever do it and that I truly am the end game boss. It's funny to me that once upon a time Rex recognised this... but the rest of his so called, second family for whatever reason failed to do.

[Kent snarls and pinches his nose and shut his eyes, his rage building up and he breathes out and shakes as Jessica continues to film on her instagram live. We see many reacts ranging from sad to anger and green love hearts etc as Kent goes to speak once more.]

Kent: You think I'm proud of what I had to do this evening? of course not. Let me tell you all a little secret... a couple of weeks ago when Rex's mind was corrupted and poisoned and he gored his leader... I felt it in my soul. As I crashed into that mat, I felt my soul leave my body, I felt the air leave my lungs as I laid there... flat on my back. I have had my son ripped away from Genesis and I...it was the worst night of my life. Professionally and personally... the worst night of my life. I was trying to do you a favour, Rex, I was trying to help you... all I want to do is rehabilitate you and put your name in lights when the time is right. I just wanted to help you. Help you even do something nice for your second family...

Kent: I love you, Rex. I love you more than your other family loves you. I've seen you on day one of this company and I knew you were made for Genesis. You are made to be me son and you are made to be my heir when my time is over. All I wanted to do is raise you up. And all you had to do was leave that other family permanently... turn your back on their poison and be my deputy and then once the time came, become the man I know you are. You have to understand Rex, being the greatest and the 6WF world champion is a birth right to me. I have scratched and crawled my way to the very top, not born into a family of wrestling history... and you have watched me in this ring since you were a child and seen me earn this.

Kent: All I wanted, all I have ever wanted was to see you and I represent Genesis to it's fullest and share the main event with you when you were ready and when I was ready to call it a day. And what did you do? you disrespected me. You embarrased me... you embarrased our whole family. And you broke my heart. Even now, I'm spilling my heart out live on Instagram I bet all you're thinking about Rex is that title. That 6WF world championship. Is that more important than Genesis? is it more important than our friendship? You want your shot? fine. You want it at Born in Fire, fine. But Rex, I'm telling you right now...

Kent: This match has the highest stakes that a born in fire main event as ever had. A main event with more riding on it than any other match in 6CWF history. I've accepted your wishes. You've called your shot... I get it. But Rex, I want you to know the consequences of this. The consequences of this will keep on coming and I want you to be ready... and I hope you're ready. But there is still time... If I was in your shoes, I would stop right now. I'm going to rehabilitate you, Rex Adamson. And I'm going to save you Rex Adamson. Because, I love you Rex. And if it comes down to it, I'm going to save you Rex on the biggest stage of them all.

[Jessica swivels the phone back to her as she begins to sign off her Instagram live as the camera returns back to the usual 6CWF camera. Suddenly we hear commotions from the corridor as stagehands and members of the Adamson entourage are fast approaching the scene. Kent snarls as him and Jessica leave the scene in a hurry before the entourage and stagehands arrive to Jackson. The camera zooms in on Kent peering behind a corner, his ice cold blue eyes locking onto the entourage who look distressed and upset at the state of Jackson. The scene slowly comes to an end as Kent sadistically smirks and steps back into the darkness of the corridor as the exclusive ends and goes to a TeamZoomZoom commercial break.]

For the first time since his latest comeback, Marty Helms is backstage and in front of a camera. We see now, just at first glance, the change in the man who used to consider himself the archetypal villain now wearing a "White Dudes for Harris" tee, his bald head now on show rather than any stetson, and the long flowing black duster jacket is gone. Whilst he is by no means standing around smiling and joking like some, the edge is definitely gone. Gone from his eyes, gone from his face.

Jack Reynolds walks up beside him, a tentative step, he stays a foot or two further from Helms than he may have with others. Helms laughs to himself as he looks at Reynolds.

MH: I'm not gonna hurt you, Reynolds. The hateful b*stard is no more

*Jack straightens up and takes a step closer, lifts his mic and fires away

JR: Marty Helms, back again, will it stick this time?

*Helms gives a rueful smile

MH: Fair play, maybe that step back was a message to me, hey? Fire up from the start! Will it stick? Good question. Before, I'd have told you in no uncertain terms that I was here to make my mark, but I'm back for me, my own mind, and I don't need to put anyone through tables or windows to feel better about myself, Jack. I want to be here, which is a big difference.

JR: How do you mean?

MH: It's simple. Before, it was all feast or famine. And I couldn't run out of targets, my anger was neverending, and there are a lot of stupid people here. But it took over, it consumed me.

*He stops and now asks Jack a question

MH: Do you know Kraven's Last Hunt?

*Jack shakes his head

MH: No? Can you imagine  what happens to a man consumed by the hunt? Consumed by violence? There is no other end but death. I might not have lifted the rifle myself, but my title reign was akin to death by cop. The people in charge, those b*stards

*As he starts to get heated, he takes a step back and stops

MH: No, I'm not doing this now. Tonight is a special night, a survival special, and one thing I have to learn to do is survive. That anger won't help. Next time, when there's no halloween hanging over us, I'll go out to that ring and explain myself. You can even join me, Jack. But not now, now I'm focusing on my first match back.

*He looks away, past Reynolds, thinking of something. It's lost on the interviewer

JR: One last question: you were speaking to someone in those videos we saw, the comeback shots. Who?

*Helms turns his focus back to Reynolds, but gives nothing away

MH: My business is my own, for now, Jack. If I need you to know, if they need you to know, things will become clear. For now, I'm back to wrestle. Not fight. Wrestle. And that's what I'm going to do.

*With that, he ups and walks away, leaving Reynolds to watch him as the scene fades.