6CWF PRESENTS BORN IN FIRE XII - Monday 18th November 2024

Live from: The Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, London, England
Start time: 6:30pm
Official theme song: "Unforgettable" by Godsmack

6CWF PROUDLY PRESENTS THE TWELFTH EDITION OF THE BORN IN FIRE EXTRAVAGANZA

Bout 1
Fresher’s Ball Ladder Match
Angus Plague vs Diego Romero vs Hugo Browning vs Killbane vs Marty Helms vs The Villain vs Tony Monk

Bout 2
6CWF Tag Team Championships
The Brothers of Seduction (c) vs The MVPs

Bout 3
#1 Contender Match
Chris Patricks vs Uryu Ishida
Special Referee: Max Adamson

Bout 4
EWF Global Championship
Daniel Reilly (c) vs Dicey Reilly vs GazzyD vs Geoff Steel

Bout 5
6CWF European Championship
Perfect Jack (c) vs Scott Harris

Bout 6
TAW Heavyweight Championship
Acer vs JJ Johnson vs The Saint
Official theme: "Heavy is the crown" by Linkin Park

Bout 7
"25 years in the making"
Liam Wood vs Thunder
Official theme: "I am machine" by Three Days Grace into "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down

Main Event 1
6CW World Championship
Hardcore Hell
Blue Dragon (c) vs Logan Kincade
Official theme: "State of my head" by Shinedown

Main Event 2
6WF World Heavyweight Championship
Eddy Kent (c) vs Rex Adamson
Official themes: "Take me to church" by Violet Orlandi (Miss Jessica part of the VT) into "My Way" by Limp Bizkit

Smooth by Santana blasts through the speakers as one half of the 6CWF Tag Team champions Brandon Perez makes his way out on to the stage taking the time to pose for the fans in attendance. Perez makes his way down to the ring as quickly as he can but every few steps he notices a women in attendance and hands them a card with his personal number on and gives them a wink...this seems to get varied reactions but Perez seems to think everyone is happy about this.

Perez then makes it to the ring and slides under the bottom rope before climbing the turnbuckle and posing once more, thrusting in time with his theme song to the amusement and enjoyment(?) of the fans. He then drops down and with a mic in hand begins to address the fans.

Perez:
Ladies, theydies and gentlemen...

...the TRUE Daddy of 6CWF is here and he's ready to lay the truth on each and everyone of you!

The fans cheer as Perez continues

Perez:
You see I get that a lot of people look at me and Percy and think we're a joke...I've heard all the things the haters have to say and I'm here to tell you that nothing is going to give me a bigger pleasure than proving you all wrong.

So keep telling me that the Brothers Of Seduction don't deserve to be The Tag Team Champions of the world, so keep calling me a 'comedy wrestler' who will be nothing more than a novelty and keep telling me that I won't achieve what I want and Brandon Perez will show you why I always prove them wrong when it comes to the crunch...

Perez for a second looks more serious than we've seen him and he takes a second to calm down before beginning to list off some achievements in his career before wrestling

Perez
They said I could never host the world's biggest orgy yet with a little planning, a lot of baby oil and security to keep Diddy out I made it in to the Guinness World Record book...

They said I'd never win a Dong Of The Year award and they ended up naming that award after me because I just couldn't STOP winning it!...

They said I'd never have a smash hit movie and then I brought out the horror parody porn "69 Days Later" and it became one of the most streamed adult films of all time!

and now they still say I'm going to fail...so I hope the so called "MVPs" are listening.

Perez pauses one last time

Perez:
Jimmy Phillips and Mike Masters...

...two bullies who need a reality check...Mike, at Survival you spat in my face and I'm here to tell you that Brandon Perez is going to make you sorry you did something so disgusting that should only be done between people who truly love each other.

At Born In Fire I know you'll both be walking in having already won the match in your head but it isn't going to be that easy. You see, you might look at Brandon Perez as if I'm some sort of joke but there's a reason that Percy and I were able to beat Genesis for these titles, there's a reason I have confidence going in to Born In Fire to face the both of you and there's a reason I gave up my career in film to do this...

...it's because I believe in us and I know these fans believe in us to!

Perez lowers the mic and smiles as the fans jump to their feet and cheer for him.

Pyro explodes at the top of the ramp before ‘Broken Dreams’ begins to blast from the sound system and the fans are on their feet to boo the arrival of the EWF Global Champion. Daniel Reilly slowly strolls out wearing a black ‘Revolution’ T-shirt and the EWF Championship hung over his shoulder. Oliver Keane is close behind as he walks out in a dark navy suit. Keane is trash talking the fans as Reilly stands staring out at the fans before both men slowly make their way to the ring. Keane grabs a microphone, which he hands to Reilly, as Reilly slowly walks around the ring, waiting for his music to stop.

DR: Ladies and Gentlemen, for the final time, the King has some things he needs to get off his chest!

More boos from the fans as Keane smiles but Reilly’s expression doesn’t change as he continues to stare out at the booing fans.

DR: In April 2009, Daniel Reilly walked through them doors in the back at just 17 years old and he told you all that he was the next big thing. He told you all that he was the King of the Streets and that he was destined for greatness. Now the clocks have ticked and the King has let 15 and half years go by and now as Daniel Reilly stands before you all one last time, the King can reflect on that 17 year old boys words. You see, the King did everything that he said he was going to do. He became the next big thing, he laid the path for all the men in the back and he created a legacy that will be talked about long after the King is gone!

The King has done it all. He has won three World Titles, he has won multiple other Championships on multiple occasions, he created the most dominant faction of all time in Revolution, he became the longest reigning European Champion in history and he beat every man there was to beat. Simply put, Daniel Reilly walked in as a 17 year old boy and now he walks away as a 33 year old legend of this business!

Keane is applauding as Reilly adjusts the Title on his shoulder.

DR: And you fans can boo all you want but whether you cheered or booed the King over the years, the King at least always got a reaction! The King was always able to draw emotion from every person who ever saw him live. He was able to stand across from some of the best this business has ever produced, and the King has comfortably held his own! The King has put Birmingham on the map and he walks out for the final time proud of what he has been able to achieve!

But the King is here for one final time and so it is only right the King clears up a few things. You see, Daniel Reilly has heard the rumours. He has heard about the contract being down to money but this has never been about money. If the King was showed respect when he walked back through them doors at JJ Johnson’s request, then the King would have honestly done this for free. The King came back to further his legacy and despite the many obstacles that was put in his way, the King was successful in his goals. The King stands before you as a World Champion. But what meaning does that truly have when you look at the Born in Fire card? You see, and the King has said it before, but respect is all the King has ever asked for. But you look at that card and the King defends his World Title in a huge match. A match pitting four 6CW Originals against each other, a match that has never been done before as the King fights Dicey Reilly, Geoff Steel and GazzyD!

Huge cheers from the fans as Reilly mentions them three names.

DR: Now forgive the King for being a bit narcissistic here but that sounds like a match that could main event any show in any Company. And yet the King finds out that the match is the fourth on the card. But that’s not all! Four World Championship matches, two are given Main Event slots and the other is further up the card then a match featuring four Originals? And Jack knows my feelings on both him and the European Championship but the King’s World Championship match is on before the European Title match? Now that is either poor management, or the management really are just f*cking with Daniel Reilly for having the balls to walk away!

Reilly doesn’t look happy as he takes a deep breath before looking back out towards the fans.

DR: But the King will walk out here and do what he always does. He will showcase why he is the best there is and he will walk out of Born in Fire with his EWF Championship firmly still in his hands! You see, there isn’t much the King can say about his opponents that he hasn’t already said. The King has made his thoughts on each men very clear and so Daniel Reilly isn’t going to waste his last moments out here giving anytime to them! If this Company doesn’t feel that the match deserves a Main Event slot, then quite simply, they can promote the match themselves because the King has better use of his time!

Boos from the fans.

DR: Instead the King will thank Perfect Jack for making the King’s last month enjoyable. Jack, the King was there at the start of your journey here and now the King is proud that you are stood by his side at the end of his journey here. You already know just how talented you are and the King knows that the European Championship is in good hands now that you have dethroned Dicey! The King knows you will carry on the Revolution name beyond what you and the King have already created!

Angus Plague, you are next up! Angus, you have World Champion written all over you! The King has never been as impressed then when he stands across from you in this ring and watches as you destroy everyone in your path! The Revolution name is precious to Daniel Reilly, and you are more than willing of having a place within this legendary group! Stick with Jack, and you will reap every reward you set your sights on!

Now before the King leaves, he wants to say a few quick words about Mike Masters. Mike, the King has heard what you have had to say these last few weeks and the King can see that you are just as wasted as Daniel Reilly is. You are better then what you have been made to become and you have the King’s number. Call the King and you and him can create a legacy far bigger then what is being afforded to you here!

But there is one final man the King needs to address.

Reilly turns to Oliver Keane.

DR: Oliver, you have been a good friend to Daniel Reilly for a number of years now. You were the King’s sworn enemy when you walked through the doors all them years ago but very quickly, you became the King’s agent and the King does not believe their has been a greater duo then Daniel Reilly and Oliver Keane! You found the King again when he was down and out. This World Title, the record breaking European Championship reign, that is all down to you and the King will always be grateful for the history you and Daniel Reilly have created together.

The fans boo as Keane bows his head towards Reilly in respect.

DR: And now it is time for the King to fight one last fight! Daniel Reilly walked into this Company as the King of the Streets and now he walks out as the King of all of 6CWF!

The camera rolls, framing RJ seated at a round table with the TAW Championship gleaming at the centre. Facing the camera, RJ introduces the tensions and history between his guests, JJ Johnson and Acer, before officially welcoming viewers to ‘Seconds Out’.

Acer and JJ slowly step into view, taking their places across from each other. JJ scoffs as he sits, while Acer glances over JJ’s shoulder, casually remarking how thoughtful it was for JJ to bring along the “Patron Saint of Third Wheeling” as he spots Saint sitting out of shot in the corner of the room. Acer sits, his eyes locked on his former friend.

RJ starts by noting that Acer had to sign an agreement ensuring he wouldn’t resort to violence during this interview, or he’d forfeit his place in the TAW Championship match at Born in Fire. Acer’s gaze doesn’t falter from JJ, and both remain silent as RJ invites Acer to share his perspective on how things came to this point.

Acer briefly looks at RJ, then refocuses on JJ. After a quiet exhale, he begins, his gaze shifting between the interviewer and his opponent.

“This all started after Night of Glory. Before then, I’d made my peace with never being a World Champion. I was fine with it; maybe even convinced myself I’d never get the opportunity. But that night, in the main event of Night One, something just… clicked. I realised that I wasn’t just keeping up with the best; I was beating some of the best. And it was then I decided to give it one more shot, to finally chase the one prize that’s always eluded me.”

He pauses, glancing at JJ with a glint of defiance.

“After our victory that night, I told JJ and Saint backstage that I wanted to go it alone, to give it one last go at achieving Championship gold. And that’s when things turned sour. Up until then, I’d been comfortable playing one step behind them, being seen as ‘lesser.’ I didn’t even know it, but that’s exactly how they preferred it too. The moment I decided to step out from under their shadows, they perceived me as a threat. Maybe they feared I’d take that extra step and cast them into the shadows for a change.”

He smirks, leaning back slightly.

“Since then, they’ve gone out of their way to undermine me. Take my one-on-one win over Daniel Reilly—a career highlight for anyone, but what do the fans remember? JJ sticking his nose in a match I was already set to win. They threw me a ‘celebration’ when I earned a shot at the EWF Championship, like that was my peak—as if simply getting a title shot was all I could ever hope for. And then they spread these stories that I’d ‘gone mad’ or turned on them. All because I dared to take one step forward, while they wanted me to stay right where I was. But no—I’m not content to live in anyone’s shadow. And because I won’t, their egos have taken a knock. Now, to soothe their bruised pride, they’ve awarded themselves a title shot. Not just any title—the TAW Championship. A championship they both won, yes, but one that wouldn’t even exist today if not for me. Without me, it would’ve vanished in 2007, and neither of them would be able to call themselves TAW Champion.”

He leans forward, voice steady and deliberate.

“When I set my sights on becoming a World Champion, I imagined celebrating in the ring with my best friends, arms around each other. But now, I’ll realise that dream celebrating over the bodies of my former best friends.”

RJ asks JJ for his version of events that have led up to Born In Fire. The silence is deafening as both men stare daggers at each other whist awaiting Johnsons response…

*JJ smiles at RJ and at Acer, although there is something cold about the way he does so. Slowly he begins to take off his sunglasses and he looks over his shoulder at The Saint and winks. Saint grins back.

JJ: My version of events? Unlike my dear friend here I don't need to distort reality....I don't need to paint myself in any kind of role....it's all very well documented, we have the tapes to prove it. See facts don't lie...

He's right...he came to us after Night of Glory and said he wanted to go it alone....now of course me and Saint were a little taken aback, maybe a little disappointed because we had the band back together...we was riding high after taking care of Exodus...but this was our brother and he painted the picture of himself holding world championship gold; I seen that fire in his eyes and I wanted him to accomplish it....I know the feeling, as does Saint...I mean we've felt it nine times between us...

*We see Saint smirk at this comment

JJ: But the rest of his tale is a little upside down and twisted....he talks about this match with Daniel Reilly but reneges on the detail....see I was taking care o' my own business that night and he happened to benefit from that...nothing to do with spotlight stealing...

I mean with all due respect JJ Johnson don't need to steal the spotlight from nobody....I am the spotlight.....I am pro wrestling.....when I walk through the doors or appear on the screens, more viewers tune in, more people walk through the turnstiles....this "jealousy" angle is real off....see even Hulk Hogan ain't got s**t on me.....what eats him up (he points at Acer) is that on the night in question it made him realise that without me, or without Saint....he ain't ever gone reach the top..

*Acer raises an eyebrow at this

JJ: Go ahead, storyteller? Why don't you explain to everyone what happened at Beachfront Brawl? Why don't you tell everyone about the last time you had a world title shot? See JJ Johnson wasn't involved in that.....Saint wasn't involved in that.....remind me of the result again?

*JJ turns to Saint again and Saint ensures that footage plays on the screen

JJ: Oh that's right....Daniel Reilly won....so the man that you could have beaten without my help just a few weeks earlier....but you couldn't get the job done with the lights on bright?

It doesn't really add up does it? I know deep down you know it....I'm just the pawn for your sob story....blame JJ, blame the guy in charge for your own shortcomings....

I've already said that if you need me to be the villain for your story, heck make sure you paint me real bad because I'll give you a villain you'll never forget...but when you look in the mirror and recount all the times you've been a failure....that's on you, not me....not Saint....just you...

And at Born in Fire you will fail again....not just because your facing The Saint...not because your facing the greatest of all time, JJ Johnson.....

*JJ smiles at this, very self-congratulatory

JJ: But because that's your destiny....that's your MO....you're a failure....always have been and always will...

*RJ is looking at Acer, clearly concerned that a violent outburst is imminent

JJ: As for that title not existing without you - that's a fair point, can't argue fact, but this moment in time doesn't exist without JJ Johnson.....the man so evil according to your story but in two weeks at Born in Fire we all get paid because of me....because of my name....because of my legacy....6CWF stands tall because I carried it on my back....I pulled it out the goddamn grave and yet you sit there with the audacity to question my motives?

You really believe I don't deserve a shot at that (he points at the TAW belt)?

*There is a fire in both men's eyes. Acer looks toward the belt but JJ snaps his fingers as Acer's gaze turns back to him

JJ: You look me in my eyes and you tell me I don't deserve it....f*** all your current form bull****...

This is my house.....my rules....and that belt is mine....not just through legal means but through blood, sweat and tears...

I have given everything to this business....everything....and in return I'm taking my shot....that's the price...unfortunately, you're the one who's gonna pay it!

*The intensity is through the roof as RJ turns to Acer and asks him "So how do you respond....does JJ deserve this match?"

The scene opens with a visual of Camden Lock. People are going about their daily business and the camera zooms outwards to reveal Scott Harris, back to camera, staring at it.

He exhales deeply and turns to face the camera, as he starts walking away from it. As he does so, a couple of people walk by and he gives a nod and a wave.

SH: I don't want to say that it all comes down to this... I really don't. But we're starting to get into that territory.

Once upon a time, the only thing synonymous with Scott Harris was the wrestling IQ that men would kill for. I'm not an arrogant guy but back myself enough to know that I can do things in that ring that people will study as part of their training in years to come.

Harris is stopped by a couple of children wanting his autograph, he gladly obliges, signing one of thems 'Needs More Harris' t shirt.

He obliges for a couple of selfies before carrying on his walk.

SH: Then, when I first joined 6CW, those fans, those wonderful, mental, batsh*t insane people that paid their money to come down and watch, started shouting 'Needs More Harris'.

At that, someone drives past and shouts 'Needs More Harris'. Harris gives a wave and smiles.

SH: That followed me everywhere and suddenly, that was another thing synonymous with Scott Harris. Whether it was London, Tokyo, New York, Mexico City... Wherever I went, those three little words sparked a movement. Roofs blown off, decibel limits smashed to pieces all because of 'Needs More Harris'.

Harris is now walking through one of the markets and continues to wave to ongoing people saying hello to him. He stops at a poster for Born in Fire.

SH: 6CWF made it's glorious return. The Phoenix rose from the ashes and ever since the 8th May 2023, we've gone all over the globe electrifying the masses!

I got another chance to do this properly, to do this right. I won't go over the old ground about unfulfilled promise and walking away when things got too much but there's something else now that has become synonymous with Scott Harris...

Harris sees another poster showing 6CWF's champions holding their belts.

SH: No singles title. Ever.

There have been plenty of opportunities. I've probably had more shots than most on this roster...

I've come within seconds of winning world titles, fallen foul of time limit draws. I've been screwed out of it more times than I care to remember too.

Harris reaches the Regent's Canal and stops to stare out over the water.

SH: But it brings a question with it. One that hangs in the air now and gets louder and louder each time I get another opportunity:

"Can Scott Harris get the job done when it matters most?"

You know, it gets to the point where I start asking myself the very same.

Is it bad luck? Is it a mental hurdle that I can't get over?

The truth is that I don't know.

Harris emerges back onto the busy high street and walks amongst the people, who stop to watch their hero walk by.

SH: All I can do is keep working my nuts off, feed off the crowd and hope that one day I get to stand there in the middle of the ring and listen to Mike Bird shouting "And the new", followed by 'The Sharpshooter' Scott Harris!

He reaches a poster containing him and Perfect Jack, an image of the European Title splitting the two men.

SH: So here we are, Born in Fire XII. The next opportunity.

Live from my home town, London! The city I was born in, the city I call home, the city that I love. I always look out on the calendar for these nights, I always look out for whenever we get to come back to London, be that Wembley, the Copper Box or the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium.

I can't wait for 'Figure it Out' to kick in full blast and to listen to the thousands of people in attendance, my people, shout those three little words as loud as they can.

Because I need them now more than ever.

I don't want to even contemplate what comes next if I lose, so I need everyone on my side to help me break through that glass ceiling, so that I can finally call myself the word that I've always yearned for: 'Champion'.

Harris stares at the image long and hard. He takes a deep breath and stops so that he is facing the camera to address his opponent.

SH: So, Perfect Jack...

This is going to be one for the ages, one for the purists. It's rare that a promotion ends up with one person like you and I but here we have two wrestling geniuses, going at it with the 6CWF European Title as the prize.

That's where the compliments end.

You shot yourself in the foot when you ran your mouth off at me a few weeks back. You set these wheels into motion. You could have stayed quiet and carried on being the least interesting member of your new little Revolution.

But you got cocky, opened your mouth and you got my attention; and as soon as I looked you in the eye and then looked down at that there belt of yours, I knew what had to be done - I knew where this was headed.

I've shown over the last few weeks that I'm prepared to go to whatever lengths are necessary to get the job done... The handbrake is officially off and that makes me a very dangerous person to share a ring with...

Harris starts to walk again towards the closest tube station.

SH: I'm under no illusions that you'll do everything you can to keep hold of that belt, Jack. I know you've got your Revolution stablemates in your back pocket if you need them.

My message though, is a simple one.

Bring them along.

Bring Daniel Reilly, bring Oliver Keane, bring Angus Plague if you have to. I will charge head on at them all to get my hands on the thing that continues to allude me.

Rest assured that you're in for the fight of your career at Born in Fire, Jack.

I'm a wrestling machine, I'm 6CWF's best bout magnet. I'm 'The Sharpshooter' Scott Harris and my message to you, to coin a phrase from a certain Second City Saint, is this:

"Beat me if you can, survive if I let you".

Whether it's a knee square in the face, a Shot in the Dark or The Sharpshooter being locked in dead centre of the ring leaving you with nowhere to go, your Born in Fire experience will end in my hometown with 62,000 people screaming the three words I'll continue to be synonymous with for years to come...

Needs.
More.
Harris.

As Harris is saying those words, another person drives past and shouts it out of their window. Harris smirks and then looks to camera to say the last part, before he enters the tube station.

SH: See you at Born in Fire, Jack.

With that, the shot fades out and we got to a promo package for Born in Fire XII.

Acer sits in silence for a moment, letting the tension in the room reach its peak, his unblinking gaze fixed on JJ, steady and intense. After a measured breath, he finally speaks, his voice calm but laced with undisguised contempt.

“Deserve? Sure, JJ. I’m secure enough to admit that if we set aside recent records—records you seem eager to gloss over—both you and Saint have achieved enough over your careers to ‘deserve’ another shot. But let’s be clear: there’s a world of difference between deserved and earned. You didn’t earn this title shot. I earned it, the hard way. I fought my way through Road to Royalty, endured every battle, every obstacle, while you simply wielded the ‘owner’ card and handed yourself an opportunity.

“So you want me to look you in the eye and say you deserve a shot at my opportunity? That you’ve earned the right to stand in my way? The answer is no.”

Acer leans in, his voice cutting through the silence. “You think I can’t make it to the top without you or Saint? That my destiny is one of failure, of standing forever in the shadow of men who think themselves legends? Without you, JJ, I’d be competing for the 6CW or 6WF World Championship at Born in Fire. I’ve outlasted the doubters, I’ve risen from the ashes every time. And if you want to talk legacy, let’s infringe a bit on your latest gimmick of the ‘Author’ so I can tell you a story. You like to boast about ‘carrying’ 6CWF, but you have no idea what it’s like to keep a business alive when it’s one step from the grave. In 2007 and 2008, I was the one carrying 6WF on my back, with everything on the line, the risk of financial ruin looming over me every waking moment. You’re sitting here now, basking in the glory of what’s been built. But fourteen years ago, I was the one keeping this industry alive, laying the groundwork and building the foundations of the empire you now stand on. I kept the business breathing so we could even have a Born In Fire XII—because I created the very first one. That is my legacy.”

Acer’s eyes blaze as he leans forward, his tone dropping to a near-growl. “So don’t you dare sit there and question if I’m ready for this. Don’t act like this title, this match, this moment doesn’t mean everything to me. I’ve bled for this business, sacrificed for it, as much as, if not more than you or anyone else. But unlike you, I’m not here to cling onto a legacy. I’m here to cement mine further.”

He glances at RJ, then back to JJ with a steely glare. “So yes, JJ, you’ll have your chance to prove how untouchable you think you are. But when the dust settles, you’ll come to realise that in my story—our story—you’re not the hero. You’re just a man who thinks past glories mean something today, and a man who couldn’t bear to see someone else step out of his shadow to forge their own path and potentially surpass him.”

Acer lets his gaze drift to the TAW Championship for a beat, then returns to JJ, cold determination evident in his eyes. “You think this is your house? Come Born in Fire, I’m tearing the door off its hinges. And I’ll do whatever it takes to walk out of Born In Fire, my show in front of my people as the TAW Champion.”

*Marty Helms arrives at the stadium, walking in from the outside. As the camera stays with him, he walks through the backstage corridors, speaking as he walks, looking down the lens.

MH: So, I said last week I'd be out in that ring to explain myself, my return, but...urmmm, yeah, didn't know the PLE was coming up, did I? My bad?

*He shrugs

MH: I don't really have time to get this sorted, do a promo, listen to the crowd, respond, maybe get interrupted. It's a hassle, and I'm not an angel, I'm just not a complete b*stard any more. So I'm cutting my promo now, getting ready and getting prepped. I'm about to step into the ring with 6 men I know literally nothing about. I don't think I could even name them all.  And I have got to do better than that. So, no. No big chat, no big promo, no interview. I'm about to, what do they say, stand on business? That.

*Off camera, a voice says "you're not going to address your opponents?" which causes Helms to stop and think.

MH: No, not of my own accord. Now, if they wanna call me out, well, I can learn something with all these lessons I'm trying. I can take a leaf out of Joe Hendry's book, sure. Say my name, I may just appear.

*He smiles to himself, nods to the camera, and walks away on his own as the camera fades to black.

As Reilly and Keane remain in the ring Last Resort begins to ring out around the arena, the crowd comes to life with excitement and cheers. Geoff Steel steps out from behind the curtain, he takes a moment to stare down at Reilly in the ring then moves to each side of the stage lifting the Xtreme championship in the air to further adulation from the masses.
Steel makes his way down the entrance ramp taking his time to pose with fans keeping Reilly waiting. Eventually once at ringside he picks a microphone up from the steps then enters through the middle rope. He stares intently at the EWF Global Championship as his music begins to fade.

GS: You didn't think for a second I would let this final opportunity for us to exchange pleasentries pass me by did you? Whilst I'm sure everybody was loving your ted talk on the history of Daniel Reilly, myself included, it definitely can't be denied you've built up quite the resume of accolades a career many could only dream of. You've made your mark, so why stop now?
6CWF Is the pinnacle, sure you most likely go on to win another World Championship in a great regional company with a passionate small fanbase who will appreciate you. Those achievements though will only be a footnote or an afterthought compared to what you could achieve here.
If this is about respect Daniel, if it means anything to you , you certainly have done enough to earn my respect, that's not to say I like you though, you're not on my Xmas card list.

Steel looks down at the Xtreme title.

GS: Whilst we are on the subject on legacies forgive me if I take sometime to talk about my own, you see it was asked of me recently what do I want my legacy to look like and more importantly what questions still need answering.
As I look back at this present moment in time to most it would appear as if I've had a good career but not a great one. I'll likely be remembered as the fan favourite that never quite lived up to hype.
Of the four of us 6CW originals competing for that championship, I can admit I'd come dead past in a list of who's had the biggest impact on our industry.
Whilst there's still breathe in these lungs I'm far too stubborn to let that list remain the same, I want that hall of fame career, I want nobody to have any doubts when including me in the list of legends of 6CW, that title you carry I's another notch in making what I dream of reality.

Steel takes a moment to further gather his thoughts as the fans chant his name in encouragement.

GS:Where as before our battles have been persononal almost always out of my dislike of the actions you take, I can't let this match be all about you, as much as I'm sure you would love the attention.
Myself, Gazzy and Dicey all want to be the first to have our way with you and only one can, there's an exchange needs to happen there to determine who gets that opportunity.
I'm not taking a backwards step nobody is dictating to me the order of events, there is no pulling rank here, I'll make decisions of my own accord when I so wish, not anybody else's terms just incase they needed a reminder.
When the victor of that skirmish emerges it's then upto that person to stop you leaving the company with that title, by doing whatever it takes.
Let's then see how long you can stay away before you come crying back demanding a rematch.

Steel then lowers the microphone and smirks at Reilly.

Reilly stares back at Steel with a frown as Steel continues to smirk. Reilly looks out at the cheering fans before raising the microphone.

DR: Geoff Steel, you claim to of listened to what the King has just said and yet here you are. The King is not out here to promote Born in Fire. The King did not come out here to talk about you, to talk about Dicey Reilly or to talk about GazzyD!

The fans cheer as Reilly mentions each name.

DR: But it seems you always have a knack of coming out during Daniel Reilly’s time and trying to cater to these idiots in attendance! However, this is the last time the King will stand across from you with a microphone in hand so let’s talk!

You come out here during the King’s time and you ask the King to rethink his decision? Who would have thought? It’s funny because Daniel Reilly and Geoff Steel’s paths have always been near each others. You and the King have history, you are an Original just like the King! But despite all the years spent in the same Company, it is only in the last year that Daniel Reilly and Geoff Steel have really had them paths cross!

Geoffrey, the King can not deny that this last year has proved that you are a great rival to the King! You have battled wars with Daniel Reilly and everytime the King slaps you down, you always find a way to bounce back! Check the archives, Daniel Reilly has openly admitted on this microphone on multiple occasions that you have earned his respect!

The fans applaud as Geoff nods his head at Reilly.

DR: But Geoff, you need the King gone more then anybody! You see, the King has quickly proven to be your Achilles heel! You can destroy everyone you want in your little Xtreme Division but you can just not get the job done against Daniel Reilly when his Gold is on the line! You need Daniel Reilly gone because whilst the King is still here, you will never get a chance to hold World Gold again!

Reilly is smirking now as Geoff stares towards Reilly.

DR: But the King can see that his bed has not yet gone cold and you have already replaced him with another Reilly! Now maybe the King has rubbed off on you because picking a fight with that maniac is a favourite past time of the King but you? Now that is brave, Geoff! Daniel Reilly has always thought he was the only one with balls to actually stand face to face with Dicey with no fear but you have surprised the King, Geoffrey!

Enjoy the moment, Geoff! The King wants you to know he has enjoyed these battles, the rivalry between Daniel Reilly and Geoff Steel will go down in history!

Steel nods at this.

DR: It will go down in history as the most one sided feud of all time when Daniel Reilly once again puts you down along with them other two losers and proves once and for all that he is the best that 6CW has ever produced!

Reilly smiles as he holds up the EWF Championship.

Steel shakes his head and smiles.

GS: Seen as you've failed to mention it and you are usually do keen to rub in my face any minor victory, I'd like to call for a scoreboard check. The tide has started to turn, not only did the unstoppable force of Revolution lose to a thrown together team of myself, Dicey Reilly and Scott Harris. This past week at the survival special I pinned you in the very centre of this ring.
A situation you proclaimed would never happen, I also did it without the need of any weapons as a kicker.
Recency bias has me in the ascendancy, so I wouldn't be as confident as you are of beating me, let alone Gazzy or Dicey. Not that I'm trying to warn you to not get complacent, you do you.

Geoff looks up towards the entrance ramp almost expecting someone, before turning back to Daniel.

GS: The situation between me and Dice is complicated, he wants to tug at a thread that isn't quite ready. There's a time and a place where decisive match between Geoff Steel and Dicey Reilly should happen, that isn't on a random weekly show or at 6WFs flagship PPV, there's only one destination that showdown should occur.
Dicey in inpatient and wants to accelerate that timeline, so far he's doing a very good job of getting his way.
I've made it clear I will face any opponent for this title and I stand by that, he will get his opportunity and when it does come, he will wish he waited and had more time to prepare.
I'd be keen to know if he walks out of Born in Fire with the EWF title whether he would still be so keen to challenge for this one. Or whether this is all just him still being hung up on loosing out on that one million in prize money and he just needs any title to be back in the game.

Geoff looks around the arena judging the crowds reaction to his words.

GS: Bringing the attention back to you though, I'm not going to beg and plead for you to stay, I've said my part, only you can make the decision to sign that contract. Not since Keith Leone has anybody pushed me so far or had me questioning my own abilities, I allowed you to get in my head. Before then setting me on a path not only to prove you wrong but all others who doubted me. The place won't be the same without you but it doesn't need you, it will keep on growing and evolving with no need for your nurturing touch.
Will Daniel Reilly on the other hand blossom without 6CWF or will he wither away into irrelevancy.

Steel lowers the microphone and looks to be extending a hand towards Reilly but seems uncertain.

Reilly looks at Steels hand and hesitates before lifting the mic once more.

DR: You need to first allow the King to respond to your rubbish, Geoff. So yes, the King will not tell lies about facts, you did pin the King. You, Dicey and Scott Harris did beat Revolution but allow the King to reiterate what he just said: You can not get the job done when the King’s gold is on the line!

You can hold on to your victory but what value is that going to hold when Daniel Reilly beats you, Dicey Reilly and GazzyD to continue his reign as King of the World and the King of all of 6CW? What value will that win hold when Perfect Jack defeats Scott Harris and continues to carry Europe over his shoulder? You’re right, the King does like to remind you of your shortcomings but now is not the time. You know what has happened in the past, you think you know how to prevent it happening again, but the King wouldn’t be so sure of it when there’s a raving mad Irishman casting one eye towards you!

Reilly smiles as Geoff once again looks back at the ramp.

DR: But the King remains true to what he has just said. You do have Daniel Reilly’s respect. Does the King like you? Not really, no. But the King is not too stubborn to admit that you have pushed him further then he would have liked during the battles of the King and Steel for the European Title. See you at Born in Fire, Geoffrey!

Reilly reaches out and grabs Geoff’s hands. Both men look uneasy before they begin to shake hands.

RJ is about to speak when a voice from the back of the room cuts through the tension.

"You really are full of sh*t these days, aren't you, Acer?"

Both Acer and JJ turn and The Saint is now stood and is moving over to the table.

The Saint: RJ, move now before your Head of Programming replaces you on the spot. I hear Henry Lloyd is looking for work again.

RJ looks perplexed as The Saint ushers him out of the shot and sits down at his chair, so that all three men are now sat around the table. The Saint crosses his leg and leans back in his chair with both of his opponents looking at him.

The Saint: I'll say it again, Acer, you're full of sh*t.

Yet, I don't know what's worse. You bleating yet again about how much you believe you deserve this or the flagrant disrespect that you seem to be throwing my way.

Acer rolls his eyes at this and shakes his head.

The Saint: Don't think I haven't noticed that everything you've said in the last few weeks is going JJ's way, don't think for a second I didn't clock on to you setting this little two man face off up without either my say so or sign off. I take it my invitation was lost in the post?

I could be mistaken but it's almost as if you're writing a multiple time world champion, a grand slam winner and bonafide legend off as a legit threat in this match?! Surely someone as learned and ring weary as you wouldn't be so f*cking stupid?

The Saint lets that hang in the air. JJ smiles as The Saint continues.

The Saint: See my man there, my friend, The Author himself nailed it. You don't get to win in this Acer, you won't even get close.

You sit there and have the front to question our standing as legends of this game. You dare to put a question mark against our standing? All whilst harking back to something that happened back nearly 20 years ago?! Let's face it, we're all living off what we did in the past. The only difference is that JJ and I actually achieved something of note. You're only where you are today because you're the turd floating at the top of toilet.

It says a lot that it takes JJ Johnson and The Saint to lace the boots up again for an event to gain a bit of traction. Thats the calibre of today's 6CWF for you.

But if we're all going down the route of history lessons, here's one for you Acer.

Back in those halcyon days where you seem to think you were the white knight for 6WF, you and I both know that in reality, you'd run 6WF into the ground, you practically begged me to take your place at the head of Shutdown... You were getting tanked in the ratings by River Ace of all people and you didn't know what to do for the best.

So you ran. You fled the ship that you'd sunk and yet have the front to paint yourself as some sort of hero.

The real ones know what went down back then...

JJ nods at this.

The Saint: ...And we will gladly show the world who and what you really are at Born in Fire.

Acer stares at The Saint for a moment, almost amused by the outburst, before leaning back in his chair. His expression shifts from calm to barely concealed contempt, a trace of a smirk appearing as he studies The Saint.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” Acer begins, voice laced with disdain. “Couldn’t let JJ have all the fun, could you, Saint? Had to wade in, desperate for a shred of relevance. You talk about being disrespected, about being ‘written off’—but here you are, clinging to my story like it’s a lifeline. You call me ‘full of s**t,’ but look in the mirror. You’re the one who’s hanging onto every scrap of drama, hoping someone still remembers you.”

Acer turns to JJ, gesturing dismissively at The Saint. “I came here expecting a real conversation with you, only to find out you brought the third wheel.” Acer turns his attention back to Saint. “You dragged me out to an empty Co-Op Arena, under the pretence of ‘resolving’ things with JJ.” Acer narrows his eyes at The Saint. “You first told me you don’t want to fight me, and then, after I’d bared my soul to you in the hope that you’d understand, you decided that you did want to fight me, then you threw around empty threats about me being ‘Sainted,’ only to get your arse handed to you without me breaking a sweat. You call me the one full of sewage? You’ve spouted more than Thames Water on a rainy day.”

Acer pauses, his eyes hardening as he takes in the barely contained anger on both of their faces. He knows he’s struck a nerve.

“You’re quick to call me ‘the turd floating to the top,’ but let’s get real, Saint. Without me, without him—” Acer gestures at JJ—“you’d be as relevant as yesterday’s news. You’re only in this World Championship match at Born in Fire because of me. For all your supposed ‘achievements,’ all your bravado, here you are, playing sidekick to JJ Johnson. And why? Because that’s the stage your at in your career - not here for the competition but here to pay for that second swimming pool. And JJ has no problem with that, because now I’m gone he needs someone to stand in his shadow.”

Acer leans forward, fixing The Saint with a cold, unyielding stare. “Throughout my career, I’ve always punched up, never down. That’s the difference between us. That’s why this face-off was set up with JJ. Because, in truth, I think I can beat him, but I don’t know for certain, and I’m here to find out. But you? Unleashed II already answered that question. You’re nothing more than a spare tyre, hanging around, hoping someone needs you if there’s a problem.”

The smirk on Acer’s face grows as he lets his words settle, the silence heavy. “While you two tell yourselves I’m the one ‘living in the past,’ let’s get one thing straight: Born in Fire exists because I built it. The legacy of 6CWF, everything you’re clutching onto, it’s rooted in what I created. And now, my moment is coming. I’m going to fulfil my dream of becoming World Champion on my show, in front of my people.”

He shifts his gaze to the TAW Championship belt on the table, then back to The Saint with a small, icy smile. “Come Born in Fire, it’s not going to be about you. This will be my show, my victory, an extension of my legacy. You can talk the talk all you like, but Unleashed II proved you can’t walk it anymore. Back then, I didn’t get out of second gear. This time, you’ll make a perfect speed bump.”

*JJ grins as he turns to The Saint

JJ: He said you're a turd!

*Saint doesn't look impressed

JJ: Look playa you got some brass neck for someone who's achieved, quite literally f*** all in they career!

Talking on Saint like he "needs" this.....like I "need" this......

*JJ wags his finger

JJ: Correction; we deserve this!

That man right there (points at Saint) is a five time world champion....he don't need me to speak for him but that is a cold hard fact....Hall of Famer....Born in Fire main eventer....

JJ Johnson.....three time world champion.....Hall of Famer.....Multi-time Born in Fire main eventer....

And then there's you...

See the only anomaly in all of this equation is you....because not once, not ever, have you proven that you belong on our level...

Sure you out here talking real smooth....pointing to a win here, or a win there....but you gone have to remind me about any time you've ever put me in my place inside this squared circle...that is without attacking me when my back's turned...

*Saint nods his head at this

JJ: Same goes for Saint....don't talk on that Last Man Standing match like you had it all figured out...yo a55 was down fo' just as long as his....and the only time you truly had the upper hand was after the fact....steel chair in hand, swinging at me....clocked him....

*JJ smiles at this as though enjoying the memory. Saint rubs a scar on his head

JJ: And that's gone be real key at Born in Fire....see you too slow to keep up with greatness.....

*JJ holds up his fists

JJ: Them arms of yours are too short to box with God and that's exactly who you dealing with now....

The Deity.....the Ruler.....Your Master....

You might have the people fooled, you got this fantastic little speech all planned out in yo mind....like sheep they falling in line, buying lies from the travelling salesman with the serpentine tongue....

But I see through it all....past the bravado....past the "confidence"....and it's all one big facade...

JJ: News motherf***ing flash.....Scott Harris....Geoff Steel.....Uryu Ishida....

*JJ indicates his hand by his shoulder before moving it way above his head

JJ: The Saint.....JJ Johnson...

You been punching down on minnows for months and now you think you're ready to punch up with sharks?

*JJ waves his hand dismissively and looks at RJ

JJ: Get this motherf***er out my face....this sh*t boring now....

*JJ leans across the divide now, making sure each word is emphasised. You can see security on their toes

JJ: Born in Fire is gone be an extension of your legacy?

What legacy?

[A bright white flash is seen before the screen goes dark. Slowly the scene comes into a dim view; sitting on what looks somewhat like a ruined medieval throne is the one they call the Juggernaut, the Widowmaker, the Iron Tyrant: ANGUS 'BLACK' PLAGUE.]

ANGUS PLAGUE: And the things I speak shall always come to pass..

[As a bit more light fills the frame we see he sits a bit slumped, hands on the armrests, his wet hair hanging in his face underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Dressed in a pair of dirty black work boots, a pair of torn blue jeans, a black hoodie covered by a black leather jacket.]

ANGUS PLAGUE: By now I'm sure most of you have learned that my word is gospel, that what I say will be inevitable. You've learned that lessons must be learned the hard way.. and that I will be the one to show you that way.

[He pauses for a moment, moving his hands from the arm rests to steeple them.]

ANGUS PLAGUE: Born in Fire… how poetic. Seven souls, desperately clawing their way toward something that glimmers just out of reach, like a flickering flame in the darkness. Each of you believes that touching the prize will somehow validate your existence, will somehow quench that insatiable thirst for glory. But let me tell you this.. glory is a deceptive mistress, and in the end, all she leaves behind is ruin and despair.

[He takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling through his nose.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:And in that ruin and despair is where you will find me. The night grows ever closer and my absolute need for absolute destruction is running through my veins like a drug...

[He slams his hands down on the armrests and propels himself forward in the chair, his voice breaking into a scream.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:AND THE ADDICTION IS REAL!

[He slowly begins to sit back in the chair, his knuckles still white.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:And the only cure for this addiction is to continue the decimation. I will continue to purge this place of false idols and weak willed, so-called men who aren't worthy enough to lace my boots. I will be the one who ascends to the top and I will be the one who drags pretenders to the darkness, no middle ground... nowhere to hide..

[He throws his hair back from his face and his voice breaks into a sharp bark.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:AND THERE WILL BE NO QUARTER FOR THE WEAK!

[He closes his eyes and runs both hands through his hair, slicking it back on his head. Sweat glistens off his forehead and face, his eyes seem to pierce through the screen.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:The climb to the top can be a perilous one.. rung by rung, hand over hand until you've reached the very top. And it will be from the shadows I stalk, like a hunter chasing prey I will rip and tear each of you asunder, until you're begging me to end it all..

[He finally sits back, once again placing his hands on the armrests.]

ANGUS PLAGUE:Come Born in Fire, the end will arrive and bring about a new reign of terror. I am the creeping death that wraps itself around your throat, squeezing the life from your frail bodies. My time is _now_.. and I will _not_ be denied my bounty.

[And with that, Angus Plague rises from the chair and stalks away off camera, leaving the heavy feeling of a terrible horror lingering as the camera slowly fades to black.]

Acer cuts through the silence with a chuckle

“‘Arms too short to box with God’ - good thing we’re Wrestling then!”

Acer leans forward, meeting JJ’s gaze with an intense, unyielding stare.

“You love talking about ‘our level,’ don’t you? The level of world titles, the Hall of Fame accolades, the marquee matches. But here’s the truth you keep overlooking: none of that would even exist without me. I built this damn road while you all just cruised down it, enjoying the view, taking your fancy titles along for the ride. Take me out of the picture, and 6WF doesn’t see out 2007. TAW crashes and burns in 2008. The industry, the entire wrestling scene in this country? It’s gone. No EWF. No 6CWF. And sure as hell, no place for your ‘legendary’ reigns.

You want to throw around the Amazon Prime deal, the stadium sell-outs, like they’re some shining beacon of your achievements? Hate to break it to you, but that’s my legacy too. I paved the way for every dollar you’re counting now, for every cheer you bask in. So yeah, maybe I am the anomaly at this table, but not because I don’t belong here. It’s because I’m the reason you even have a ‘here’ to begin with.”

He smirks, knowing he’s pushing buttons.

“And if we’re talking world titles? I’m man enough to admit that since late 2008, maybe I didn’t deserve to hold one. But in 2007, 2008? I earned it, JJ. I had every right to that world championship. But I had something more important—restraint. I knew that an owner putting himself in the title picture would look cheap, like a shortcut. Some of us didn’t use our power to gift ourselves title shots.”

He lets the words linger, the smug grin never leaving his face.

“So, you think Born in Fire is gonna be the end of my legacy? Let’s get one thing clear: this isn’t the beginning of the end. It’s just another chapter in the story I started—the story you’ve only been lucky enough to star in.”

[Live on Paramount plus and Amazon Prime, our scene is set in the capital of the United Kingdom, London on a freezing cold mid autumn evening in the capital city of the UK, the home place of Born in Fire 2024. The backdrop is the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium which is lit up in lights against a clear night sky full of stars. 6CWF is illuminated by drones in the sky over Tottneham and London as images flash by of superstars are being shown across the Tottenham Hotspurt Stadium by large projections. The camera pans down to a makeshift stage area set up by 6CWF officials hyping up one of the biggest nights of the year for 6CWF. A large crowd is gathered behind steel railings looking at a makeshift conference area with plenty of fans, wearing all kinds of 6CWF superstar merchandise including a few Genesis merchandise being shown. There is also a rowdy Genesis contingent who have been brainwashed by Jessica and Kent with Anti Adamson signage and are chanting "Save 6CW" and "Root out the rot" A large, lengthy area is is set up with the giant 6CWF logo in bright red against black stainess steel flooring. Behind this set is a large Born in Fire poster with Rex Adamson and Eddy Kent staring daggers into each, Kent has a sinister smile holding up his 6WF title while Adamson looks relentless and will not be denied. The lights around the conference fan zone slowly taper away into darkness as the fans cheer in excitement as "Run this town" by Jay-Z, Rihanna and Kanye west booms over the airwaves and large pyrotechnics are released with the colours of 6WF proudly displayed over the night sky. The display is finished with a wall of flames which then peter out as Trevor Abrahams strides onto set infront of the assembled fans with a beaming grin, clapping and saluting the fans. Abrahams is wearing an expensive three piece black suit, his white shirt tucked and a smart velvet red tie. Abrahams makes his way onto the centre of the panel area and removes a notebook which he opens on the lectern. Abrahams then places a pair of reading glasses on and then looks once again at the sea of 6CWF fans before speaking to the crowd.]

TA: London... The capital of the United Kingdom and home to Born in fire 2024! I would like to start with a thank you. Thank you for allowing us into your home for this monumental and ground breaking event which will display the great talents of 6CWF wrestling. The energy that London has has welcomed us with in the past few days is second to none. I truly love coming to one of 6CWFs main homes and the pillar of our wrestling company.

TA: In a few short days, live here, in London, behind me in this wonderful state of the art stadium. The 6CWF talent will put on a show like no other. A show which is one of our flagship events in the London and trust me folks, you are in for a night like no other. You are in for a night with some of the biggest matches that 6CWF can offer. Unbelievable main event matches which include the likes of Acer, Uryu Ishida, Liam Wood, JJ Johnson, soon to be hall of famer the Saint, Blue Dragon, Logan Kincade, Rex Adamson and of course our undsputed and record breaking 6WF world heavyweight champion, Eddy Kent. So London... I think it's time we meet our 6WF world heavyweight champion, no? Ladies and gentlemen... Its the daddy of 6CWF, the leader of Genesis, a man in his GOAT era... accompanied with his Genesis, Ladies and Gentlemen... EDDY KENT!

[Succession roars from the speakers for a few moments before it's cut off by Numb which continues to blare over the speakers as the fans mainly loudly boo in unison at the man about to come out. Security staff lift up a black curtain from the backstage area as the Genesis "family" of Michael Sweetwater, Miss Jessica, Ralph Santos, Frosted Dice and Eddy Kent swagger out one by one to many bits of fury from the fans down in London. Jessica is wearing her typical poison green Gucci jumpsuit and is squeezing an airhorn, the noise shattering the night sky. Meanwhile, Sweetwater and Santos are both in their smart three piece black armani suits with green ties and black shoes. Frosted Dice act as extra security as they are decked in full black tracksuits with the Genesis "G" emblazoned on their jackets. The champion follows behind his entourage, who is wearing green nike tracksuit bottoms, green air jordans and his offical 6CWF "The inevitable one" t-shirt which also has the letter G in poison green against the black fabric on the right side of his chest. Kent also has the 6WF world championship resting over his right shoulder. Kent saunters pass Abrahams as does Sweetwater while Santos nods in his direction. Jessica is live streaming from her Iphone and is filming the event while continuously squeezing the airhorn. Now standing at the center of the makeshift set, Kent slowly soaks in the abuse from the fans who loathe him while some of his brainwashed Genesis following is chanting for him and Jessica wildy, almost breaking down the barricade in their excitement. Kent cricks his neck from side to side, his ice cold blue eyes never leaving the fans. Kent raises his championship over his head slowly as green fireworks are then let off at a huge rate, almost engulfing the set in smoke. The fireworks slowly stop as Kent smirks as some fans have started a "Daddy's home chant" and "Stop the steal" Kent then breathes in deeply, soaking in the atmosphere before passing the championship to Miss Jessica who accepts with a vindictive smile. Kent looks around again as Numb peters out, looking at the ocean of fans in attendance. Pursing his lips, Kent leans towards the microphone before speaking to the fans]

Kent: London... DADDY'S HOME!

[Genesis fans roar in approval while others continue to boo ferociously. Kent opens his arms out as Jessica raises the championship over his head while Sweetwater and Santos and frosted dice looks on proudly. Kent then smirks and looks over at "the mami of Genesis" Miss Jessica. He then speaks once more.]


Kent: London...It's been a long long time. And since this is a one of the biggest events in 6CWF history. A historic kind of event, we're going to start slightly differently... I hear you chanting for her, I know what you want and I'm going to give you what you want... Let's hear what the voice of Genesis has to say? Miss Jessica, have you got a few words?


[The crowd largely boo once more as a gleeful and pleased, Jessica squeezes the broad shoulder of Kent as he smirks and let's Jessica take center stage. Kent then moves slightly to the background as Jessica twirls a microphone in her hands. She smiles at Kent confidently before tossing away her airhorn. The Genesis masses cheer for one of their ring leaders with chants such as "Stop the Steal" and "Save 6CWF" Jessica has clearly riled them up. Jessica smiles mischeviously, and begins to spout her poison.]

Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen... This is the best part of my day. Because I know many, many of you will ever, ever stand this close to true greatness. Now, you must hear me out because being this close to the daddy of 6CWF, the single greatest wrestler in the world currently, my leader of Genesis and our 6WF undisputed world hevyweight champion is... it's... spiritually orgasmic! I can't put it any clearer than that... This man is on his way to being the greatest of all time and is your daddy... Eddy Kent! He is our chosen representative to defeat the woke movement that threatens the integrity of 6CWF and wish to destroy it from within.

Jessica: Let me break it down for you, London. This is a battle for the future of 6CWF as we know it. The Adamson cabal thinks they have rigged it.. they have kidnapped Genesis's son and have brainwashed him. Eddy will save him and we will start this new era like we have for the past two years. Under the guidance of our daddy... Eddy Kent. If you've never seen Muhammad Ali in his prime... if you never seen Tiger Woods in his prime... If you never got a chance to see Michael Jordan in his prime and if you never got to see Lionel Messi in his prime... London.. I have one hell of a gift for you. We are only a mere few days away from your opportunity to see in his prime, at his best, in the ring, doing what he does and to continue to cement his status as the GOAT... the daddy of 6CWF... the inevitable one and the leader of Genesis and your 6WF world heavyweight champion... EDDY KENT! and he is going to save 6CWF from itself!

[The crowd are largely booing more ferociously now while the Genesis movement in attendance is going wild as Jessica looks at Kent with a grin as Kent  bows to Jessica. Kent then pats Jessica on the shoulders before heading back up to the centre of the stage to speak to the fans in London. Kent takes a few seconds before speaking his poison and diatribe to the fans in attendance.]

Kent: I want to address Rex Adamson... I want to address the Adamson family and I want to address those who support this anti-Genesis movement which will be crushed. You can make all the excuses you want. Rex in particular, I know you're feeling all types of emotions and I understand that. You can feel anyway you want in the runup to the match of your life at Born in Fire. But what did I tell you? what did I say? What have I been saying to you and your family for over a year now? Rex will have his time... but only when I am ready to make way. All you have to do Rex is take the oath and fall back in line... and I will save you. And I will protect you unlike what your other family have done with you.

Kent: I even made Rex deputy of our Genesis movement... Rex was going to be my deputy into the new era and when the time was right... it was all going to be his. But as Jessica pointed out, Rex has been taken from us. By stealth. Rex has been brainwashed by the cabal who hates everything about me and Genesis. But Rex, I still don't think you understand fully the situation your in. I really don't... Do you know the type of things you have to do to be champion? to hold this 6WF undisputed world heavyweight championship. The pressure... the obligations... the burden of being the face of 6CWF. Rex believe me when I say this. The consequences of this match are real.  You have seen what I'm capable of first hand for over a year now... your eyes should be open.

Kent: Hows your other family's friend feeling, Rex? Hows Jackson Jackson doing? is he eating his food with a straw still? has it sunk in? has is truly sunk in that you've been brainwashed into jumping into the ocean with a huge cut on your leg? and the great white shark is circling. Your other family might not admit to it but your other family, Genesis? no... we don't think you're ready. I don't think you're ready. because they all back me, even your other family Rex. Down in Australia, they doubt you... they won't say it but they all do. Even your uncle. The true puppet master Max Adamson... he's claimed you Rex to fufill his own desire and ego. Do I need to remind you what I did to your uncle? Rex your emotions are all over the place and I get that.

Kent: But, I want you to know Rex Adamson. There could be no going back... There is no Genesis family waiting for you, having your back.  That is if you don't fall back in line and go back to my side. I get it... I get that your emotions are all over the place... the joys of youth eh folks! I would be angry also, I get it. If I was in your shoes Rex, I would be livid. But let's be honest, Rex, what can you do? what can Rex Adamson do? What are you going to do Rex Adamson? I'm sure he wants to take me by the throat right now... squeeze the life out of me. I'm sure he wants to bash my skull in right now but I ask once again... what are you going to do Rex Adamson?

Kent: What are you going to do Rex? you can't hate me. You can't loathe me. You can say you hate me but we know deep down... a part of me lives in you. And I'm sure right now you do hate me. But I want you to know Rex... I love you and I have always loved you. But I'm going to say one last time. By the end of Born in Fire... You will fall in line and recognise me as the greatest. And we will welcome you home. I will welcome you home because that what a loving family does. And we love you Rex... even still. All you have to do is one simple thing. All you have to do is submit.

[Kent's ice cold blue eyes are piercing into the camera as he spits out his lies and rhetoric to the world. The Genesis movement in attendence is lapping up every word with continued chants of "Save 6CWF" and "Stop the rot" and "Stop the steal" Kent remains unmoved, unflustered and focused as he continues to deliver poison to the masses as his Genesis comrades look on proudly.]

Kent: I know there is still fans here and around the world who are still brainwashed by the Anti Genesis movement and the Adamson cabal, but I ask you a question... who made the Adamson family famous? Oh that's right... Eddy Kent. ME! Rex, you must have forgot when the inevitable one rocks up on the biggest stages, right? now don't worry, because I will remind you. The big questions get answered... Why do you think the people called Rex the son of Eddy Kent? Why do you think Rex was known as the future of Genesis? Why do you think Rex is thought of as the man to be the face of professional wrestling for the next decade and more?  Because that is what I made Rex Adamson.

Kent: And now Rex, brainwashed may I add, is out in my rings, my stadiums around the world already trying to do what I do. Trying to be the big man, trying to be the face that runs the place, trying to be the daddy of 6CWF and the new inevitable one huh? Rex thinks he's the face of the company right? All Rex has wanted for nearly two years is to be me and what does that say about his Uncle Max, eh? And Rex can blame me for so many things but one thing he got right was that I created a monster. And that monster, wherever he goes in life... will always have a part of me inside. And I bet that hurts Rex and I bet it hurts his family even more so.

Kent: Let's back track folks, let's go back to the beginning... When I started this Genesis family. The only reason Rex Adamson became the chosen one is because I knew how good he was. Knew him better than his own family, and what does that say? If I didn't see how good Rex was and how good I could create a monster, what chance did Rex Adamson have? I mean the Adamson cabal aside and this agenda to see Rex supplant me as the face of the company... where would Rex be without Eddy Kent? and Rex doesn't even get it... he's in so deep now. He's at a point where his other family will abandon him when I defeat Rex at Born in Fire and he's then relying on his real family, Genesis to take him back. Luckily I'm full of mercy and love and I will save Rex Adamson.

Kent: And I hate to say it but Rex, even though your uncle hates my guts and is using every inch of his influence to get the result he wants at Born in Fire... he still respects me more than his own nephew! why? because he knows I've taught you things he never could do. You're going to be all on your own, Rex Adamson... all alone in the big, deep and dark ocean. You do understand Rex that if you don't fall in line your done, your washed, your out. There is nothing left here for you Rex unless... Unless, I see mercy. If not... well it's over for Rex Adamson.

Kent: But, let's say hypothetically... Let's say that Rex Adamson beats me at Born in Fire... that means he takes my title, he takes my mantle and it means he takes everything from me. It means I will no longer be the inevitable one... no longer the daddy of 6CWF. But at the end of the day... I'm always going to be Eddy Kent. Which means I can do whatever I want, when I want. But you... you Rex Adamson, nah... you aint got nobody when it all goes wrong. No Genesis, no Adamson family... nothing. And yet you still think or believe.. brainwashed that you can beat me Rex. Rex you cannot beat me and I'm struggling to understand why you think it's possible you will beat me on the biggest stage of them all born in fire!

Kent: I could talk to your other family for hours about main events... big fight nights, title battles, wins, losses you name it I could talk to uncle Max and your family for hours..because the Adamson family is wrestling royalty. One of the best families around and your their next big hope. And I know their all going to be attendance at Born in Fire to watch little Rex have his moment and that makes me proud. But know this, Rex, if there's anything that the Adamson family hasn't taught you in your short life.... at Born in Fire, I'm going teach you. Because I'm the inevitable one. I'm the daddy of 6CWF and I'm the greatest to ever do this... I am Eddy Kent.

[Kent coldly lowers his microphone as the crowd go wild outside the stadium as the Genesis fans continue to chant their poison. The Genesis cohort surrond Kent who looks pumped up and ready for war as Jessica passes Kent a picture as Numb rings around the makeshift platform. Kent stares at the picture, his eyes scrunching up and full of anger and hurt. Kent breathes in deeply before tossing the picture to the ground before being guided off the stage by his Genesis comrades. The scene finishes with the camera zooming in on a cracked photo of Kent and Rex celebrating a victory over the logo of 6CWF as the camera zooms out and the scene slowly fades away to a teamzoomzoom commercial break.]

The Saint turns to JJ following Acer's latest input.

The Saint: Jay, is this guy for f*cking real or what?! Do we need to review the concussion protocol because he's clearly been dropped on his head one too many times!

Acer shakes his head and looks away, as JJ just leans back in his chair and chuckles.

The Saint: It says a lot when all you have to call back on is that you started this all. Is that it? Is that all you can chuck into the mixer now? A half baked attempt at starting a wrestling company that you eventually walked away from?! Is that what gains favour with those idiots that buy the tickets now?

You don't get to sit there and claim that THIS is because of you. We're here today with the deals and sponsorships and worldwide travel IN SPITE of you.

The Saint lets that one hang in the air.

The Saint: The Saint energised 6WF at a time when it needed it as a result of people like you and River Ace's incompetence. Then this man here, the mother f*cking Author...

The Saint points to JJ.

The Saint: He completely flipped the script, he changed the narrative. He has REVOLUTIONISED this product.

So don't you dare stand there and question his methods. Don't you dare sit there and suggest that he's doing something wrong by putting himself in this title match. As much as I deserve it, he deserves this more than any other f*cker in the back. Certainly more than an ungrateful little pr*ck like you.

He's not going to win... But he deserves his shot.

JJ screws his face up at this.

JJ: Come again playa?

The Saint holds his hands up.

The Saint: It's all good, we both know that I'll kick your a*s all over Tottenham Hotspur Stadium like it's 2010. I'll let you have a picture with the belt after, though.

JJ keeps looking at The Saint as he flips his attention back to Acer.

The Saint: See, I'm inevitable. I'm undeniable. I lace my boots up every few weeks these days and I still dragged you to a half decent match at Unleashed II, Acer. Bleet all you like about you having the upper hand. We both know the truth... You were blowing harder than Brandi on Jay's Birthday.

JJ continues to look at The Saint, who is almost oblivious to what he's saying now. The ego has landed.

The Saint: I've been set free now, I'll say what I like and damn well do what I like for good measure. I've made a career out of putting insolent mutts like you down.

It's as simple as this, you and all those cockney r*tards that you call your own are in for the mother of all lessons at Born in Fire. There'll be enough tears to cleanse the Thames once I've finished.

I'm going to consign you to the scrap heap where you belong, with your memories and your bullsh*t. That's your level and it always will be.

Now, RJ, do what you have to do... Your Head of Programming is getting bored of this now.

The Saint leans back, the room silent after his egotistical rant.

DP wrote:The Saint turns to JJ following Acer's latest input.

The Saint: Jay, is this guy for f*cking real or what?! Do we need to review the concussion protocol because he's clearly been dropped on his head one too many times!

Acer shakes his head and looks away, as JJ just leans back in his chair and chuckles.

The Saint: It says a lot when all you have to call back on is that you started this all. Is that it? Is that all you can chuck into the mixer now? A half baked attempt at starting a wrestling company that you eventually walked away from?! Is that what gains favour with those idiots that buy the tickets now?

You don't get to sit there and claim that THIS is because of you. We're here today with the deals and sponsorships and worldwide travel IN SPITE of you.

The Saint lets that one hang in the air.

The Saint: The Saint energised 6WF at a time when it needed it as a result of people like you and River Ace's incompetence. Then this man here, the mother f*cking Author...

The Saint points to JJ.

The Saint: He completely flipped the script, he changed the narrative. He has REVOLUTIONISED this product.

So don't you dare stand there and question his methods. Don't you dare sit there and suggest that he's doing something wrong by putting himself in this title match. As much as I deserve it, he deserves this more than any other f*cker in the back. Certainly more than an ungrateful little pr*ck like you.

He's not going to win... But he deserves his shot.

JJ screws his face up at this.

JJ: Come again playa?

The Saint holds his hands up.

The Saint: It's all good, we both know that I'll kick your a*s all over Tottenham Hotspur Stadium like it's 2010. I'll let you have a picture with the belt after, though.

JJ keeps looking at The Saint as he flips his attention back to Acer.

The Saint: See, I'm inevitable. I'm undeniable. I lace my boots up every few weeks these days and I still dragged you to a half decent match at Unleashed II, Acer. Bleet all you like about you having the upper hand. We both know the truth... You were blowing harder than Brandi on Jay's Birthday.

JJ continues to look at The Saint, who is almost oblivious to what he's saying now. The ego has landed.

The Saint: I've been set free now, I'll say what I like and damn well do what I like for good measure. I've made a career out of putting insolent mutts like you down.

It's as simple as this, you and all those cockney r*tards that you call your own are in for the mother of all lessons at Born in Fire. There'll be enough tears to cleanse the Thames once I've finished.

I'm going to consign you to the scrap heap where you belong, with your memories and your bullsh*t. That's your level and it always will be.

Now, RJ, do what you have to do... Your Head of Programming is getting bored of this now.

The Saint leans back, the room silent after his egotistical rant.

JJ sits in stunned silence, glancing at The Saint with a mix of disbelief and fury, his mind processing the words he’s just heard. Acer’s voice slices through the tension, his tone cool yet biting.

“That’s your man, huh?” Acer’s voice drips with derision as he speaks to JJ. “I may not like you, but at least my issue is with you. I respect you enough to leave your family out of this. Yet here he is”—Acer’s eyes shift to The Saint, his gaze sharp—“throwing your wife, the mother of your children, into the ring as a cheap punchline. The JJ I thought I knew wouldn’t stand for that. The JJ I thought I knew would’ve done his best impression of Will Smith and slapped the taste out of the mouth that dared to besmirch his wife’s name.”

Acer lets his words hang in the air, rapping the table with his hand as he turns his full attention to The Saint, leaving JJ to stew in the echo of his words.

“And as for you, Saint,” Acer continues, a smirk playing on his lips, “it seems you remember Unleashed II through rose-tinted glasses. In your mind, it was a nail-biter, a fair fight—50-50, wasn’t it? But if it was that close, why did he”—Acer gestures towards JJ, who is too lost in thought to notice—“come out to save you? Make no mistake, he wasn’t coming to help me. He came out to save you.”

Acer draws out the final words, each syllable falling slowly, deliberately, as if trying to carve doubt into The Saint’s mind. He sees the flicker of something—maybe doubt, maybe anger—flash across The Saint’s face, and Acer presses on.

“Now, why would he come to save you?” Acer leans in, feigning a look of intrigue. “Two reasons come to mind. The first is that he could see I had the upper hand, and he knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t get the job done. Let’s face it—you lost his Tag Team Championship, didn’t you? It wasn’t JJ’s shoulders on the mat; it was yours. So maybe he figured you’d fail him again. And the second reason… well, maybe he knew that if I took you out, he’d be left standing all on his own. No buffer, no shield—just him, exposed. By saving you, he keeps his lackey, his loyal little bodyguard, standing right there, ready to take the hits for him.”

Acer glances between them, gauging the tension rising between the two so-called allies, then shifts his focus back to JJ, striking while the iron is hot.

“And you heard him, didn’t you, JJ? Saint doesn’t see you as a threat. He’s already walking out of Born in Fire in his mind with that TAW Championship on his shoulder. He plans to beat you all over the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, as if you’re just another face in the crowd. He’s so sure of himself that he’s treating you as an afterthought.”

Acer lets his words sink in, his expression sharpening as he turns to The Saint, as if evaluating him. “Now, I get why you, JJ, would put yourself in this match. Like it or not, you’re the owner here. You call the shots. But him?” Acer raises an eyebrow at The Saint, letting the disdain show on his face. “What exactly has he done lately that makes him think he can beat the mighty JJ Johnson? You carried him to Tag Team Championship glory, and in your first defence, he lost those belts. He’s not on your level anymore, JJ, and by putting him in this TAW Championship match, you’ve just handed me the easiest route to victory. I don’t have to beat you, JJ. I just need to beat him.”

The room falls silent, the weight of Acer’s words hanging heavy in the air. JJ and The Saint exchange a tense look, the cracks in their alliance widening, while Acer leans back in his chair, a self-satisfied smile creeping across his face, knowing he’s successfully reminded them both that, come Born in Fire, they’re just as much each other’s enemy as they are his.

Uryu is shown in a dimly lit room with a lone light swinging above his head as he is sat on a steel chair and sighs.

UI: People have a lot of things to say about me, Thinking that they know what is best for me. Thinking that they understand and know who I really am. They see me as a smiling man who seemingly doesn't know better. They seek to change me, Not improve me. A gentle nudge here, a quiet word there. Just lots of little comments that I see online, Hear from guys in the back...some say I stick my nose in where it wasn't wanted. Maybe it's because I was always brought up to say what I think and act with good intentions. Have I messed up? Yeah...

Uryu bats the light so it swings back and forth but also orbits his head.

UI: Yet I stray off the path once and folks don't seem to forget it. Reminded every single day about it and I even got forgiveness from the one man who I hurt the most...
So I move on. Beachfront Brawl I go and speak to a man who I had nothing but respect for. We had no issues to speak of and yet he goes and creates them. He had my respect when he returned. I mean who wouldn't? He came back for his friend, One of his oldest friends and did a fantastic job. I had more issues with his loudmouth tag partner more than him...yet as soon as he finished talking I wanted not to prove him wrong but to shut him up! He has the evidence available to him yet refuses to see it! He seems lost in his own damn world and lashes out at anyone who dares show him what is actually there! I was hurt, Injured and I could barely stand! I couldn't help Max physically but I also had my own issues and dragging Max into them wouldn't be right. He saw that and I understood. No ill will but somehow you think there is!

Uryu sighs quietly as the light slows down in speed.

UI: Yet..Max knows I deal with my own problems...why did he have to stick his oar in now? Has he lost perspective? Does he not care? I never asked for his help. I was quite happy fighting Patricks by myself. Yet if I find him helping me...or find out that he influenced the match in any way I will rip his head off! Just let us fight Max and let the chips fall as they may...If I lose then so be it. I won't blame you.

The light slows to an eventual stop, Uryu glances up at it and smiles.

UI: Chris, If you think I am not a perfect hero then you are absolutely right. I'm not perfect, I am not nice all the time and you seem intent on seeing that side of me. Well you saw a glimpse at the contract signing, You can look back and see glimpses all throughout my career. You can look straight into my eyes Chris. Look real close, come on...

The camera slowly zooms in on Uryu's eyes.

UI: You can see it can't you? The man you are expecting at Born in Fire. The man who you've been wanting to show to the world as the true me...Well? once that bell rings Chris you will get to experience a fighter. A guy who refuses to quit and will let loose all the frustration you have helped build up. You will come face to face with a hero on his best day when he goes all out and shows you he has what it takes. You will come face to face with Uryu Ishida!

The scene opens up with Tim Allen walking down a long hallway talking to a cameraman about the upcoming Born in Fire event. Tim sees the door to Perfect Jack's locker room slightly open and he can hear something happening inside. Tim peeks inside and sees Perfect Jack pacing up and down holding the 6CWF European championship tightly to his chest. He signals for the cameraman to start recording and gets him to poke the camera around the door.

Perfect Jack doesn't notice the door has opened slightly further and that there's a camera.

PJ: He's trying to take this away from me. He's trying to take my precious championship away from me. I can't let this happen. My precious.

Perfect Jack holds the title up and stares at with a deep gaze.

PJ: The embodiement of Dicey Reilly's spirit breaking. I took this from and let him a broken mess, never to be the same again. That damn Harris is trying to take this from me. "Needs more Harris" he says....no 6CWF needs less Harris. 6CWF doesn't need Harris. 6CWF doesn't want a "Harris." 6CWF needs a Perfect Jack. It needs me. It needs me to keep this championship. I need to keep this championship. I need you in my life. You mean everything to me.

Perfect Jack brings the championship towards his chest and hugs it tightly again. He begins to stare at it again. He paces back and forth again before he spots the camera.

PJ: WHO IS THAAAATTTTTT!!!!!! TIMMMM!!!!!!!! IS THAT YOU!!!!!!!

Perfect Jack pulls the door wide open and looks out into the corridor to see Tim and the cameraman already half way down the corridor running.

PJ: TIMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screen shows nothing but darkness, the sound of heavy breathing can be heard. 

A slight golden glow starts to illuminate something, a man, sitting in an elaborate and decadent armchair, in a black room, the man is wearing a suit, black with yellow and red trim and a gold shirt, his face is masked and we see the unmistakable Skull mask of Killbane. The near silence is broken by his words, he stares down the camera as he speaks.. 


'The sun bleeds across the sky, a crimson river flowing through the heavens. It is a sign, a portent.'

He sits forward in his chair and places him palms together, his fingers stretched out as he speaks his fingers close together


'I am the vessel of its fury, the conduit of its power.'
'I am the warrior,'
'The chosen one,'
'The hand of Huitzilopochtli.'

A finger suddenly pokes out, stabbing at the viewer and his eyes narrow..


'You have heard the tales, the whispers carried on the wind. Of the god of war, the hummingbird deity, the one who smites his enemies with the fiery darts of the sun. You have scoffed, dismissed it as myth, as the idle ramblings of a superstitious people. But you will soon learn the truth.'

KillBane sits back again, he takes a deep breath, almost calming himself...


'I have seen the wrath of Huitzilopochtli. I have felt his divine fire coursing through my veins. I have witnessed the sacrifice, the bloodletting, the sacred dance of life and death. It is a power beyond mortal comprehension, a force that can shatter mountains and consume empires.'

The light starts to dim again..


'You cannot hide from his gaze. You cannot escape his judgment. He sees all, knows all. Your every thought, your every desire, is laid bare before him. And when the time comes, he will strike.'

The camera zooms in slowly now and all we can see is the white design on KillBanes mask, highlighted in the dim golden glow,


'I am his instrument of vengeance. I am the harbinger of doom. And I am coming for you.'
'Prepare yourselves for the reckoning.'

KillBane lets out a disappointed sigh, he slowly shakes his head ..


'It's too late.. the day of reckoning is at hand.'

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The screen shows Static... A few seconds go by and we hear..

???:
Ready? Ok, this is take one for footage..  
Born in Fire Promo. Match..
Heavy gimmick, 6CW World title ..  
Blue Dragon, Logan Kincade.. 
Annnnnnddd liiiveeee ...

The screen flickers before showing ..

'6CWF Live - M&S Bank Arena, Liverpool, England'

Cameras are filming a house show as RJ comes from the commentary position, he climbs the steps and climbs into he ring with a microphone in hand. As he does so we see swathes of security file down the ramp from backstage..


RJ:
Ladies and Gents, thank you for another amazing live event here in Liverpool.. but we now give you the opportunity to get yourselves live on the Born in Fire broadcast!!!


The crowd cheer as RJ holds out his hands and Damien Andrews comes down to the ring, flanked by around 15 Police officers, in heavy protective gear and protective head guards, the crowd cheer, still excited to be a part of the show as Andrews takes a mic from Tim Allen at ringside and he joins RJ in the ring.


Andrews:
Liverpool!!! It's been a while.. but I'm not here for me, I'm here for you, as RJ here just said, you have the chance to be a part of history here. We're filming a confrontation, between Blue Dragon (Crowd Pop) and Logan Kincade (Boooo). Though you al.have my word that this will not get out of hand.


He points at the mass of security who are surrounding the ring and then waves in the police. From the rafters lowers a large plexiglass panel, it stands about eight feet tall and it reaches from corner to corner across the ring.


Andrews:
Just to be sure of that matter, and for dramatic effect, we have both 6CWF Security, we have the finest riot squad from Merseyside Police and have this.. 20 feet wide, two inch thick, bullet proof... this plexi glass barrier is enough to keep a full grown gorilla safely separated from the public, it's enough to stop a lion from eating small children, so it should help keep my sons from ripping eachother apart.


Andrews looks at RJ who nods nervously


RJ:
This confrontation will be conducted by me and Mr Andrews, for the purposes of creating a vignette to show at Born in Fire, and you will be the soundtrack for that. So please give it your all, and, of course have fun guys, you get to see how the magic happens tonight.


Andrews:
Here we go, ready? Cameras rolling? And action!...


The crowd cheer as Andrew's looks around


Andrews:
This is a battle that's been going on since both of these men where born, they know each other better than anyone could, because we all know... blood is thicker than water and these two are more likely to shed each others blood than to let any water under the bridge. But I wanted to give my sons one last chance here to hash it out, to find out why exactly they're fighting, and hopefully, come to some sort of amends before doing something either of them regrets, ladies and gentlemen, first, the man who challenges for the 6CW World Heavyweight Championship, in Hardcore Hell... Logan Kincade!!!

'Edgecrusher' hits, he strides to the ring, security wary of him as he snarls at them on his way past, he walks around the outside of the ring and he slides in next to his father, at the far end of the ring, RJ stands on the other side of the barrier looking terrified of Logan, Andrews whispers something in Logan's ear and the two share a smile after a sly glance at RJ. Suddenly 'Bodies' blasts out and Blue Dragon walks out onto the stage, as his music hits RJ almost misses his introduction, too busy looking at Logan..


RJ:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the 6CW World Heavyweight Champion, Blue Dragon!!!


Dragon marches with purpose to the ring. Security moving out of his way, bowing their heads as he passes them. He joins RJ on his side of the barrier

RJ and Andrews look nervous as Blue Dragon steps close to the screen, Logan steps up on the opposite side. The pair barely a meter apart separated by the plexi-glass. The police officers move into the ring now and create a circle around the four men, Logan is looking behind himself, he lunges at the police but his dad holds up a hand and he points at BD and Logan's attention is back where it should be.

Dragon holds a hand out onto the glass as if to show Logan how close they are, he looks into Logan's eyes, silence speaking volumes..

Blue Dragon, obviously giving Logan a chance to think again about what's going to happen, Logan balls up a fist and punches to glass where Dragons hand is, Dragons hand ricochets off the panel and his expression changes, Logan roars at Dragon, his face pressed up against the divide, Dragons fist now clenches and Damien Andrews steps forward, panic in his face as Dragon controls himself and instead his fist finds it way to the 6CW Championship on his shoulder, he lifts it in the air and then he shoves it up against the glass in Logan's face...


Andrews:
Ok let's get this ball rolling shall we?, I'm going to start with a question that I'm sure people, including myself have asked thousands of times over the last few weeks... Logan, to put it simply, why do you want to fight your brother?


Logan:
I've told you all, for weeks, months... I am better than him, he knows it I know it, now it's time everyone else knows it, he doesn't deserve anything he has, it's all been handed to him his whole life...no more


RJ now takes his mic to his lips, he can't take his eyes off Logan, clearly distracted..


RJ:
B.. Blue Dragon, why would you want to, I mean, do you even want to fight Logan, your brother?


BD:
Honestly RJ, I didn't, I didn't want to hurt him, I loved him, I still do, it's f*cked up, but I still think that if this was really about this Championship then we could talk this out. But it's not, it's about something else, some delusional fantasy that I think I'm better than him, not just in the ring but in general. He's always been jealous of what I've had, and now, it's turned into this.. that bitterness has brought something bigger out, and now that 'monster' has raised his head again...


RJ goes to lower the mic but Dragon grabs it and keeps it there..


BD:
I don't want anyone here to get this sh*t twisted, I don't only hold Logan responsable for what he's done recently, I hold that son of a b*tch responsable too!!

Dragon jabs a finger at his father, who feins innocence..

BD:
That's right you old b*stard.. you created him, you made my brother the monster he is, I tried to help him embrace it, harness it. But you? You're f*cking scum, old man, you're not what you say you are, you're the devil in disguise.


Andrews holds up his hands, the fans cheer and he looks around, realising that Dragon is becoming more popular than he thought


Andrews:
I don't pretend to be innocent son, I'm many things, but above all I pride myself in bringing the best out in people, maybe the problem here, is that you don't think your best is good enough...
Let me reassure you right now...
(Andrews looks over at Logan before turning back to Blue Dragon and giving him a sick smile)
You are good enough son....


He turns to face Kincade


Andrews:
Logan,.... you and Blue here, where good together. You where tag champions and you where representing this company so well, It all seemed perfect for us, but now we know you had this hatred in your heart, with that said... why did you wait? Why wouldn't you just go ahead and attack him from the start?


Logan:
Why? Why do I ever do anything for this sack of s**t? He pretends he has changed, he pretends to want the same thing as me and I allowed myself to believe, but as quickly as I did the truth begin to bleed out of the cracks that he created.


The little jabs he thinks I didn't hear, the looks he thinks I didn't see...i see it all, I heard it all... This is what everyone wanted anyway right!? You kept telling me what I was from the start, I figured I may as well stop running from it, and embrace it. Senior gets it, alas Junior never will....so he has to go.


RJ is staring at Logan wide eyed making 1000% sure he is finished speaking so not to anger him. RJ brings the mic to his lips as Logan clicks his neck making RJ visibly jump before regaining composure and continuing.


RJ:
Blue Dragon, this man is your brother, and as much as he has done to you, to me, to everyone else over the years. I know you, I've known you for nearly 20 years, I've seen you at your best and I've seen you at your worst. You told us all a few weeks ago that you have the same monster inside you that Logan does, that your capable of letting that out. I know that, I've seen that in you. You are... two sides of the same coin.


That being said, I've got to ask you, after all you've been through, after you and Logan making peace, after the place you've both been in. Are you capable of going back to that dark place? Are you capable of doing what you need to, to combat what's coming your way in Hardcore Hell, not just to another wrestler, not just another man, but to your own brother?


BD:
I don't know, all I know for sure is that I can feel that demon inside me fighting to get out, I can hear the whispers in my ear...
'You need me, fight fire with fire'
And I whisper back...
'Fire? I'm the F*cking Blue Dragon'


Blue Dragon has backed off from the barrier slightly by now as Logan has not moved an inch, he's still pretty much right up to the plexiglass. His hot breath misting up the glass..

Dragon approaches him security start to edge their way into the ring as the tension builds..


BD:
That thing inside you Logan, this 'unhinged' side of you. I've known it for years, it's the Dragon that holds it back, but I will give you one warning, make peace with your life, bring back my brother, or so help me, I will be your end. And once this monster is out, once Pandora's box has been opened, well, I'm not sure I will ever be able to close it again ..


Logan's eyes light up, he motions Blue Dragon to attack him, barrier be damned, Logan wants blood.


Andrews:
BOYS!! Boys, boys.. there is no need for all this, we came out here with an idea of what was happening, we had questions and you had the talking points, we need to reign this in a little. Save the fireworks for the Pay Per View yeah?


Logan, your next question was meant to be about the future, how you may react if you don't get the title, but... But I feel like it's not right to ask at this time...I mean, well
Logan, this is going to get out of hand, I know the monster inside you both, I know the pressure it can cause, I have the... I mean it's me th... That... Um..


Blue Dragon looks at his Father, stumbling over his own words, it's something he's never seen before. Logan looks angrily at his father, then at Blue Dragon...Andrews doesn't stumble over words, he never has.


Andrews:
Right...What I'm trying to say here boys, is... You both take your monster from me, I'm sorry, it's my fault...


Logan is disgusted that his dad looks weak, but he's confused, he feels angry and sorry for the old man.


Logan:
See what you've done to him!! You're making him weak!! The Damien Andrews I heard about as a kid, he wouldn't stumble over his words, he was a legend, my dad...was a legend, then you came along, you made him a man!! You took my legacy and now you're a black stain on my legacy


BD:
He was never a man, he was always a monster, it's his 'Legacy' that's the problem here. Your so obsessed with getting what mummy and daddy didn't get you that you can't see the gift that you did get!!
You got the chance to be your own man, I saw what HE did to my mum, I saw his poison take her life away and I will never forget!!


Logan:
So you got a childhood with your mother!!? That's so bad? You're pathetic....


BD:
I GOT TO SEE HER KILL HERSELF BIT BY BIT!! YOU'RE LUCKY THAT BEFORE YOU WE'RE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS GOING ON YOUR MUM WAS ALREADY DEAD!!!


Andrews stands open mouthed, at the family history being laid out so bare, his face turns white as he slowly looks towards Logan.

The muscles in Logan's body tense up, he seems to grow as he unleashes a primal roar. He steps right up to the barrier as BD realises what he just said, he looks slightly disappointed with himself.


Andrews says something in Logan's ear and he turns and shoves his dad and security come through the police line, they try to talk to Logan who places his head in his hands, he's talking to himself.
On Dragon's side the security are coming into he ring in case Dragon tries anything, one of them moves RJ out of the way and gets him out the ring before another puts a hand on Blue Dragons shoulder, Dragon brushes the hand off his shoulder twists the security guards arm, breaking it like a twig. Logan hears the snap of bone and it seems to wake him from a sleep, he looks around and is surrounded by security, he attacks, taking them down and out one by one, BD does the same on his side of the ring...

After a few moments, the riot police step in.

They fight with Logan and BD, Andrews stands in the corner with his hands behind his head looking bewildered. He doesn't know what to do as he's trying to talk Logan down but Logan picks up a security guard and throws him over the top of the barrier at Blue Dragon.
Dragon is fighting with the riot squad and Logan starts slamming a man's head off the Glass shouting at BD, Dragon grabs a baton off the riot cop and starts smacking the divide, a crack begins to appear in the glass, Logan is taunting him to come and fight. Dragon backs away and picks up a policeman, He picks up the riot helmet and sticks it back on his head before lawn darting him at the plexi-glass.

The glass smashes and Dragon stands his ground, Logan duck through the hole in the divider and steps up to Blue Dragon.

The two of them stand in the wreckage. Face to face. Police and Security laying on the mat and scattered around, the centre divide smashed and on the other side looking at it all, Damien Andrews looks around at it all, the fans starts to roar, bloodthirsty and hungry for more violence

Andrews:
REMEMBER! THE NO CONTACT RULE STILL APPLIES, IF YOU TOUCH EACH OTHER YOU'RE DONE!...

His dismay gives way and a wrye smile starts to form on his lips, Logan Kincade says something ominous which isn't picked up by the microphone to Blue Dragon who picks up his belt from the ground, the scene ends with he two of them nose to nose both ready to kill eachother..

The camera cuts out suddenly and the 6CWF copyright logo is shown for a second before it cuts once again to static....

[The 6CWF universe is greeted to the dead of night outside the Tottenham Hotspur stadium. There is ghostly silence as the empty stadium is shrouded in darkness. The street lights are illuminating the paths and roads around the stadium as we see one or two people at the far end of the street turn and make their way home. The camera pans around the makeshift platform bathed in a little light from the street lights as we see litter, signs with "Save 6CWF" and "Daddy wins" on the floor with litter, leaves and mud covering them. We then see the makeshift stage with 6CWF at it's centre where the camera zooms in on the photo of Rex Adamson and Eddy Kent, celebrating their triumph at Beachfront Brawl inside the elimination chamber. We then hear slow footsteps moving onto the platform as a sturdy figure comes into frame. The camera reveals it to be Eddy Kent who looks almost anonymous in what he is wearing. He is wearing plain black trousers, a blue hoodie with the hood up, black trainers and black gloves. Kent stands on the platform, his ice cold blue eyes looking weary and slightly glossy as he stands, alone and isolated. Kent looks around at the street lights and a cracked window pane on one of the closed shops nearby. Kent looks at himself in the cracked window, illuminated slightly by the light for a few moments almost in a trance. Kent shuts his eyes for a few seconds and opens them, looking down at the photo of Rex and himself in the summer. Kent bends down and picks up the photo and studies it for a few moments, a slight smile crosses his face as he proudly looks at the photo. A few seconds pass before Kent's demeanour turns sour, he scowls as his face becomes slightly red with anger as he grips the photo tighter and tighter. Kent then stares up at the sky and mouths why and exhales before looking back at the photo. He then begins to speak in a tone of pain, anguish and anger.]

Kent: Why did you lie... why do you lie, why did you do it Rex? What is it about your other family which makes you want to be this way? Why do you care about them? You had a home... a family who truly cared about you and a father. I've given you everything and still it wasn't good enough for you. I gave you everything which I didn't have at your age and still it wasn't good enough for you! WHY!? you show you're ungrateful, you go behind my back to your other family and those who don't have your best interests like Jackson Jackson. Why...

[Kent looks back up at the night sky as he lets out a whimper before looking back at the photo and speaking again.]

Kent: Why am I not good enough for you Rex...I'm your father, your master and your leader. I created you... not them, not your other family. You have me... you have Genesis. A real family. You're a coward Rex. You betrayed us and our values and you will be coming back to me after Wednesday night. You're my son... you're my heir and you will be saved Wednesday. I will make the hard choice and do it the hard way... but this is the only way. You haven't been gone long... but maybe it was long enough.

Kent: Maybe it was long enough to forget what side you're on. Don't be weak Rex... be strong. Remember the side you were on for so long... don't be weak. Like your uncle was... and we all know what happened to him. Don't be weak like Jackson Jackson was also. It's up to you Rex. Don't let me take down another Adamson because it could easily be that way.

Kent: Come on Rex... you know better. I taught you better and I think you will come home. I am you... and you are me. Maybe you are ready to be the one to take the mantle. After all... I did make sure you were ready. They are waiting for you to lead. Trust me, they are all waiting for you. Thank you Rex... thank you for making me strong and stronger. Whether you like it or not Rex, this is your destiny. Rex you were made for this. To be Genesis until the end... with me.

Kent: But maybe... just maybe, Rex, you were keeping me away from my true nature. And at Born in Fire maybe I won't be able to resist my true nature. Maybe at Born in Fire this is the end of Eddy Kent you've known form the start... and the beginning of me. The true me. Maybe I have made some mistakes, mistakes that I will not be making again. I need to be stronger for what comes next and I hope Rex you are ready. And I hope you finally realise that your true home and your destiny is to be with Genesis. And me.

[Kent lowers the framed photo of Rex and looks back up into the sky and around him in deep contemplation. The silence is eery and unsettling after Kent's turmoil and pain ridden self monologue. A slight tear falls from his right eye as Kent snorts. Suddenly, very delicate snow falls from the sky which lands onto the photograph and Kent's hand. Kent looks up as the flurry is very slowly beginning to fall. Kent then looks around at the street lights and the cracked window once more. Kent places the cracked photograph into his hoody pocket and slowly ambles away off the makeshift platform and onto the street corner. The scene then slowly fades away showing Kent disappearing into the London night as the snow very lightly continues to fall onto the platform as the scene comes to an end and to a TeamZoomZoom commercial.]