6CW Anarchy Friday 14th August 2015

Match 1
The Alpha Wolves vs ???

Match 2
Jonathan Daniels/Aaron Heath/Majestic/Syn Shadows vs Buck Riggins/Hero/Blade/Ryker Kidd

Match 3
Liam Wood vs Dicey Reilly

Match 4
Lex Hart vs Anthony Grace vs Perfect Jack vs Mike Masters

*Costello/Leone Contract Signing

Main Event
Table Elimination
Joshua/The Forgotten vs Max Adamson/Thunder/Red Arrows

Just as Woods is finished talking “Born to Fight” hits and Dicey comes out from beyond the curtain on crutches and his knee in a heavy brace, Dicey stops on top of the ramp and looks down at Woods who is like a coiled Cobra in the ring pacing up and down as Dicey slowly starts to make his way down to the ring

HA: Here comes a battered and bruised Dicey, I have seen him in much better shape but he was never one to back down

HE: The only thing battered or bruised on him is his ego; he paid for sticking his nose in where it was not wanted and at Key to the Kingdom I hope PJ finishes the job

Dicey climbs into the ring and leans up against the ropes for support

Dicey: Do you see that Woods, we all need someone or thing to lean on in our hour of need sometimes, it took me a long time to figure that out, a looong time and you will too in the end, as the saying goes “Nobody is an island”, I have been in this business a long time and God knows I have made a lot of mistakes, some I could rectify some unfortunately I couldn’t but using your brain sometimes and taking a break doesn’t make you soft it makes you smart, if I kept going doing what I was doing week in and week out I wouldn’t even be coming down to the ring, my body was screaming at me for years to slow down or stop and finally I did and I went out on the shoulders of my friends with a belt around my waist, you see Woods I had to earn respect here, like you I was young, angry, thought the world was against me and for a time it was, you thing just because you are struggling to find your place in the world and this business that’s its ok to spit in the face of someone that was just trying to steer you away from the road that he took himself, I wasn’t trying to protect you, you dumb sh1t, I was helping out a team mate as Grace did for me during the match, I really don’t care about the reason why you did it and I’m not down here to fight so you can stop that bloody pacing because we will get the chance next week, just because I’m still talking to you doesn’t mean I’m not gonna hurt you for what you done

Crowd: DICEY

Dicey: This is your crossroads Woods, you can either knuckle down and use all that talent and go to the top or give in, take the easy road and end up like all the rest of the chumps that passed through these halls that in the end I took out, the choice is yours

As Joshua stands in the ring, looking down the aisle, two cloaked, slumped other figures shuffle out from behind the curtains. Their hoods cover their faces, and they are dressed all in black.

"BRAAAAAAAAAAAIINNNNSSSS! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNNNSSSS"

"I………AM………SO………BORING"

*The two figures throw back their hoods and we see the laughing faces of Robin Reborn and Jack Hurst.

JH: Underfaker, so good to see you again. It has been an awful long time, not since Summerslam 1994 if I'm correct?

RR: Woah, woah, woah, don't embarrass the competition, Jacky boy. Besides, McCoy is the star, he had that run in Punch and Judy for years.

*Joshua is unmoved and expressionless, the rest of The Forgotten silent behind him.

JH: I, I can't tell if you're replying or its just the god awful stutter you've got going.

RR: Joshy pants. You're biting off more than you can chew. Max Adamson is a pillar of professional wrestling, Thunder is the super hero our times need, and us? The Red Arrows? We're the most exciting thing in professional wrestling. We're main eventing, year long Tag Team champions. We started off just building things the old fashioned way, learning our craft, but now...

JH: Well now, Joshua, as your friends back there well know, when people step up against the tag team champions, just when they think they've got the answers, we change the questions!

*The crowd break into a "thank you Roddy!" chant before "Lets go Arrows" breaks through. The pair smile at the blank stare from Joshua

Dicey’s demeanour changes

Dicey: So what are you looking for Woods? A pat on the back from the big bosses and to tell you you are a valued employee and that all your work hasn’t gone unnoticed because if it is you are in the wrong business, go get a regular 9 – 5 job in Tescos or something because you are too delicate for the real world, you are nothing to them, only a money making machine and that’s all, you get popular you make them more money they give you the shot at the big time, if that doesn’t happen you wallow with the rest of us plebs on the outskirts, simple even a stubborn child like you could understand

HA: Wow, Dicey giving Woods both barrels

Dicey: I don’t know what stories you where told about me kid but I’m just a regular guy trying to make it in the world, I have lived a crazy life, you think not getting a hug or told I love you by your parents is the end of the world try living my childhood or life for a minute and you’ll see why I am the way I am, try getting a size 10 steel cap boot to your face off your Da for your 10th birthday because you moaned nobody remembered or cared, you don’t know hardship and that’s your problem Woods you are a spoilt little brat that wants it all the easy way like a Perfect Jack or a Lex Hart, you stand there and tell me that I am soft since I came back and all I have done is got beaten up and “schooled” by Jack, have you been watching the same show as me, I should be standing here a Tag Champion but for Jack stabbing me in the back but did I or did I not beat him at the greatest show of them all Night of Glory even carrying multiple injuries that I received fighting for a chance to get to NoG but you wouldn’t have noticed that because your head is so far up your arse you can’t see the light of day, for Christ sake I got these injuries pulling your stupid arse out of the fire just last week because you decided to have a hissy fit because you weren’t centre of attention, you must really ask yourself is this what you want Woods because if you want to poke the bear I will gladly rip you to shreads old school Dicey style

Crowd: DICEY

The scene opens in a smokey room, a table covered in playing cards, poker chips, filled ash trays and empty bottles of liqueur are strewn all over it... The camera pans around the table and stops on a figure dressed in black smoking a cigar, the microphone picks up the sound of a long drag and then exhale... as the shot fills fills with smoke the camera zooms out to reveal the EWF champion, Vincent Costello

VC: You're a desperate man Keith Leone, the desperation, the will to hang on to the single solitary thread of relevance you have left, well it is just seeping out of you... The foul stench of your decay as a top level competitor has filled 6CW, intoxicated the atmosphere until now there is nothing left but the desperate actions of a man living on borrowed time. You think you can just take my championship belt and claim it for yourself? For over a year now I've laid waste to everyone and everything in my way, for a whole year I've proven that Costello's Law isn't some catchy gimmick, it's a damn way of life... not just for me but for the entire professional wrestling industry... I had the balls, the testicular fortitude to lift my head above the parapet and make a change, a change that has shaped the very foundations of 6CW! No longer is the EWF championship a joke, it's the most important standard barer in this sport... Because I made it so!!!!

Since you stole my property Keith, ever since you put your stinking dirty hands on my title everyone wants to know what I think, wants to know what I'm gonna do about it... Why would Leone stoop to such a level they ask me? Well the answer is simple... You're grieving Keith... grieving for the soon to be loss of you're career, of your youth, you relevance in 6CW and the opportunity that I've taken away from you to be a champion again... I get it Keith I really do...

There’s a reason there are seven stages of grief. It takes time for the mind to process tragedy. Grief, true grief, needs the cushion of denial and anger and blame to cope... And you are a true reflection of the seven stages Keith...

Denial, Guilt, Anger, Desperation, Realisation, Reconstruction & Acceptance

It's textbook Keith it really is... And the process is nearly complete, you've worked through the steps like a real trooper!!!! And now like the understanding, caring champion I am, I'm gonna help you accept you're fate, I'm gonna drag you kicking and screaming into the final stage... Into acceptance... Acceptance that you Keith just can't beat me... Because I'm always one step ahead, I'm too smart for you Keith.

Now I'm a big enough man to tell it how it is... when you won the elimination chamber everyone was clambering over themselves to jump on the Leone bandwagon, the word on the street, on the dirt sheets and the buzz around the locker room was that finally there was a man big enough, experienced and down right dangerous enough to finally end the reign of Costello's Law... And when you add up all of the variables, all of the sums and equations they'd have been right... Keith Leone; A legend of this business, a man that has not only seen it all but he's done it all, taken on the best and won... On paper and in the minds of many in this sport for me to retain the title at Night of Glory was impossible!!!!!!

Well Keith I've not only made a career out of defying the impossible, I've made a life out of making people eat their words!!!! And the proof is there for all to see... At Night of Glory I walked in as the EWF champ and after taking everything you had to try and defeat me... I walked out the EWF champ!

I'll be a Anarchy, I'll be there to sign that contract for Beachfront Brawl, to face you inside a 20 foot steel cage where finally once and for all, I will give you your 'Acceptance' whether you want it or not!

Costello takes another long drag on his cigar as the words 'Costello's Law... Take everything... Leave nothing' appear on the screen, the thorns of a red rose entwine around the letters and VC let's out the smoke from his drag filling the camera shot before the screen fades to black

"Born a Champion" hits as Mike Masters makes his way to the ring accompanied by Mr. Jones. Masters comes out wearing a black blazer which if a pink t-shirt underneath displaying the worlds "That damn good" while Mr. Jones were's his customary suit and tie.

MM: Oh boy oh boy Jonesy do you smell that? Aye do you smell that? You know what I smell Jonesy?

MJ: What do you smell Mike?

MM: I smell victory. I smell success on the horizon. People, the Masterful one is on a roll. I mean, I'm not one to get big headed...actually I am but on Anarchy last week me and those other people alongside me were on the winning team. Now people will probably say that we only won because of...well because Wood's not right in the head...yeah that's a good way to put it right Jonesy?

MJ: I would have said Wood's unstable manor but it's all the same.

MM: Yeah let's just say he has problems. You know if Liam just did the right thing and joined us, he would be in a much better position.

MJ: It's not too late for Liam, Mike.

MM: Hey, who needs him. If anything that loser will just bring us down Jonesy. You see right now were heading in the right direction. Soon, I will hold the power...no we will hold the power.

MJ: The power is key, and all the power is in the key. The key to the kingdom that is. Now Masters, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You need to remain focused, yes you've picked up a few victories but what matters is Beachfront Brawl. That's what really matters. You see the competitors involved in the match all have something going for them...

MM: Except Liam Wood...

MJ: Maybe so, but we still can't underestimate the potential he has. All of them. Lex Hart, a huge name from the 6CW history books.

MM: History...

MJ: He's a huge name and he backs it up in the ring. He's come off a very big win, he ended an icon of our business. And of course we can't forget about the lovely dagger by his side.

MM: Oh I can't forget about that.

MJ: Then you have Dicey Reily and Perfect Jack. Friends turned enemies. These two are gunning for eachother, they hate eachother, you'd think that will prove a distraction but the two of them are veterans themselves. They know the importance of the key, everyone does. And finally you have Anthony Grace.

MM: He's the least of my concerns to be honest Jonesy...

MJ: Now now Mike, I too was skeptical at first. I mean, movie star turns wrestlers? Rare very rare, everyone thinks he doesn't have it but it he's proved time after time that he certainly has that winning mentalility and a lot of heart. Mike, he can go in the ring. And I have to say I've been impressed with how he's handled all of his critics.

MM: You're pulling my leg right? Come on, a few lucky wins here and there means he can go? He has nothing on the Masterful one. Everyone knows that, hell even the 6CW universe knows this. I couldn't careless if he's impressed you because he hasn't done anything for me. I don't care for him, I don't care for any of these guys. All I care about is grabbing that key and showing off to the world what the future looks like, Mike Masters is the future.

Masters goes to the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as Mr. Jones looks on with a look of uncertainty.

As Joshua looks up to the rafters, Heroes are Hard to Find blasts out the sound system. The Forgotten and The Arrows look towards the entrance ramp, while Joshua continues to look up. A rope descends from the rafters and Thunder abseils down, landing in the ring, the International championship around his chest.

Thunder
No body move.

He removes a box of matches from his pocket and shakes it.

Thunder
This box contains angry, starving termites and that’s <pointing to McCoy> the only bit of wood around here. Now that I have your attention.

Thunder steps up to Jimmy Phillips, he pauses for a moment before continuing.

Thunder
I look around the ring at both sides of the line in the sand, do you know what I see? Three guys that once stood side by side and back to back to fight of the infection that was FEAR, to defend the EWF. Two of those guys made a career and a name afterwards, the other failed… miserably, before turning his back on his morals and joining a new infection.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thunder catches Wakagashira moving and out stretches his arm to point at him. Without turning to look at him, Thunder addresses him.

Thunder
I said not to move or the puppet gets it. Let me tell you some home truths, oh Men Of War. What I see when I look at you three is failure. Failure, to save a company and failure to carry on afterwards. <Thunders head snaps to look at Wakagashira> If I’m right about your identity Wasabi, then you Nightwing over there have a history, he whipped you once, he’ll do it again. <Thunder returns his attention to Phillips> You’re the worst of them all, I believed in you once. Now, you want to crush the hope of these great fans, then bring it on. Now, I’m going to talk to the dummy.

Thunder turns on his heels and looks at McCoy before looking up at Joshua.

Thunder
Listen up Scarface, yeah, I’m talking to you dummy. You’re the only one on that side of the line I understand. You couldn’t defeat Liam Wood on your own so, what is a chump to do, to defeat one of the greats? The answers obvious, you as a puppet master find yourself some foolish losers that want to make names for themselves, because you couldn’t do it alone. In short, you not the 6CW World Champion, you’re just the bench warmer. You best sleep with that belt tightly at night and shine it up real nice for it’s true wearer.

With that Thunder lowers his microphone to his side.

Thunder looks at his inner elbow considering his finisher, the crowd egging him on. Instead Thunder just shakes his head and raises the microphone to his mouth

Thunder
It's clear you're the dummy, if you can't see the man that is going to take that belt from you. It's not me, I already have the symbol of the fans. I need nothing more. A battle lost maybe but, not over the war is.

Thunder looks to the Arrows, Robin looks back, he seems to know what Thunder is thinking and gives him a nod. Thunder charges at Phillips hitting the cactus closeline, sending both men over the top rope to the floor below. Phillips is the first back to his feet, he drags Thunder up and throws him into the steel steps and follows up with a running knee. Thunder moves out the way at the last moment and connects with a hard right. He attempts to whip Phillips to the barricade but, is pushed the to the barricade himself with force. Jimmy regains his senses and charges at him, spearing both men through the barricade.

The pair lie flatout. As they come to their senses and prepare to fight, the Arrows fly in and grab Thunder, pulling him away from Phillips and restraining him as they walk down the ramp. At a safe distance they let Thunder walk on his own, and he gestures with his hands to show he's calm. Phillips rolls back into the ring and stands next to his brothers; wiping blood from his mouth. 

Hurst picks up the mic they left behind.

JH: The price you pay for choosing the wrong path, Mr Phillips. You always spoke of the fabled Year of the Talent, but as you were once overshadowed by your more talented competitors, now you are in the background of a war much bigger than you could have ever imagined. When the snake offers you fruit from the garden, heed the warning of those who created this Eden of wrestling. Your deal with the devil has been made, but can you trust the monster he sent forth? 

*Joshua remains unmoved as the camera zooms in on his emotionless face 

JH: You reap what you sow, young man.

"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons hits and the crowd erupts as Max Adamson strides confidently out onto the stage and walks down the ramp behind Thunder and the Red Arrows, Adamson has a mic and slaps Thunder on the back before focusing on Joshua and the rest of The Forgotten inside the ring;

Max: Hey guys. Apologies for showing up fashionably late. I know there's been a lot of back and forth about who's gonna kick who's arse, about who's gonna take who's title, about who's gonna burn who's puppet... None of that matters. What matters is tonight, when the four of us go against the four of you in an 8 man Elimination Tables match, when for all your mannerisms Joshua, for all your scare tactics, for all your propaganda and your pretence that you don't care about the 6CW World Championship, the only thing you are going to care about is when you are flat on your back, split between a table, knowing Max Adamson has just Gored the hell out of you... Then you'll care that I'm taking your title too. Then you'll care that Max Adamson, Thunder and the Red Arrows are going to put an end to this cosy arrangement you have.

(Adamson smirks as he continues)

Max: Joshua will be forgotten. And it's apt that the first member of The Forgotten to be revealed was Jimmy Phillips. A guy so placid even his own mother forgot he was in 6CW! Who's under the masks of the other two huh? More groundbreaking guys like Glasgow's Most Wanted maybe? Or The Producers? Maybe it's Sally Hendrix and Duke Dylan Debadguy. Maybe it's Percy Percival and the rest of the Bent Edge Society! Frankly I don't give a damn who you are. Because I assure you, once we're done here, you'll all be Forgotten. And in some cases, Forgotten again. Thunder, the Red Arrows and I will personally make sure of it.

While Mr. Jones looks intruiged, Mike Masters can be seen rolling his eyes whilst sarcasticly applauding Anthony Grace.

MM: Good job Gracey, that was quite the performance. You know I've never really scene you in action because quite frankly I don't care for your movies let alone your acting, I'm sure their atrocious anyway. But seriously, who are you kidding? This whole nice guy attitude is fooling know one. I look around this arena and I see these "Grace will save us all" posters and well...it seems you've done a pretty good job. You really have made them believe haven't you? Hey do you people think Grace can save you all?

Crowd: *Yes!*

*Masters smirks and nods his head*

MM: Do you all think Anthony Grace can win the key to the kingdom?

Crowd: *Yes!*

MM: I gotta admit you have them trained well. So well, you've made them deluded in a sense that they actually think you have a chance of winning the key to the kingdom. I mean quite frankly Gracey, I don't think you're anywhere near my level you hear me. But I guess that's a tad "selfish" of me to say that isn't in. I mean what's with that, me selfish? I think that's a bit harsh so no, you're not forgiven. I wouldn't say I'm selfish, I think confident is a better term, Gracey they don't call me the Masterful one for no reason.

MM: But hey don't get me wrong, I admire your belief, it's good to believe, but if you believe something to happen, it doesn't necessarily always happen. These people may think you're like a god to them, but I can see you for what you really are. A pretender, a farce. This ain't a movie Gracey, this is as real as it gets, this is 6CW. You're right, 6CW's in my blood, I've put blood sweat and tears into this industry to crawl my way to the top. I did it the hard way. You did it the...well let's just say you didn't put the same effort in as I did. And for that reason, I don't respect you. I never will respect you and you can mark my words, I will not let you gain that oh so precious key to the kingdom.

*As Masters squares up to Anthony Grace, Mr. Jones then slowly walks into the image as he gestures to Masters*

MJ: Mr. Grace, when I first heard about your entry into our industry, quite frankly I was disgusted. I was ashamed to be part of the wrestling industry when I learned 6CW sold out to the commerical world and invested in a movie star. I thought wrestling when downhill, impressing the media and popularity was far more important than the real talented wrestlers like Mike Masters it seemed. But as your career has progressed, it seems like you have a lot of heart and your work in the ring has improved immensely. Don't get me wrong, you're not at the level of Mike Masters yet but you have really improved. I...

*Masters interupts Mr. Jones who doesn't seem to pleased*

MM: Listen, Jonesy. I don't know were you're going with this but I'm gonna end it for you. Gracey, you can believe all you want but quite frankly you don't deserve to be in our industry. And with that being said, I don't think you should be in the key to the kingdom match. And you know what, I'm gonna make sure that is exactly what happens. Because I may be wrong here, but I'm pretty sure the other guys in our match on Anarchy aren't to fond of you either.

*Masters calls for the cameraman and talks into the camera*

MM: Perfect Jack, Lex Hart. If you're listening, why don't we just do the 6CW universe a favour and take out the trash on Anarchy? I mean, I could do it myself but the more the merrier right?!

*Masters begins laughing to himself as Anthony Grace looks on*

I am Perfection hits the stage as Grace, Masters, Woods and Dicey Reilly turn their attention to the stage as Perfect Jack walks out to loud boos.

Jack stops at the stage as he begins to speak as his music dies down.

PJ: Gentlemen, stop the arguing, please just stop. It's futile. Your arguments against one another are pointless, just like your chances against me in the Key to the Kingdom match.

Crowd: BOOOOO

PJ: If it isn't obvious already who's going to win the Key to the Kingdom match, allow me to explain why. For you see, when you look at me, and you look at the other wrestlers in the match, there is only obvious victor. Me. Perfect Jack. You've got Dicey Reilly, who I pinned last week 123, a broken and beaten man, who wanted that one last championship run, all whilst riding my co-tails. He knows deep down why I did what I did, it's obvious Dicey you're struggling to accept the truth that you're finished, you could of retired peacefully, but no, it had to be about you didn't it. Dicey this, Dicey that. Well consider this Dicey, you had your chance to step back and you didn't take it. So in this Key to the Kingdom match, I'm going to take the chance to put you down once and for all. Like it or not Dicey, you're finished.

Crowd: BOOOO.......DICEY REILLY...DICEY REILLY.

PJ: Now that brings me onto the fatal 4 way match at Anarchy, we have Grace, who I would of beaten if that fool Dicey hadn't interfered in our match a while back, it seems I have a shot at redemption, even though someone as Perfect as I, I need no opportunity to seek redemption, but what I do seek is, is seeing your face scream with agony as you tap-out to the figure four leg lock, Dicey knows what it feels like, he's knows the anguish, he knows it all too well. Now it's time for you to suffer Grace, suffer at the hands of Perfection, and to finally find out that however much you declare yourself the saviour of 6CW, you will never ever beat Perfection.

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PJ: I've said my piece, just know this gentlemen, I'm winning the fatal 4 way match at Anarchy, then I'm going straight to the Key to the Kingdom match and I'm picking up the victory which will allow me to rightfully sit atop the throne of 6CW, and reign upon you all with an iron fist like I have done before. Remember gentlemen, you can't beat Perfection.

Wembley arena is sold out as the camera pans around the crowd when all of a sudden a wolf howl is heard before being followed by 'Riot'

The crowd boo as the hooded figure of Jimmy Phillips makes his way out to the stage and he removes his bandana and throws his hood back embracing the chors of boos before making his way down to the ring

Ha: This man was once loved by the 6CW universe, now listen to this reaction. Jimmy....how could you

He: what do you mean how could he? He doesn't owe them anything

Phillips reaches ringside and he circles the ring before grabbing a mic and climbing inside as the boos are louder than ever

JP: Your boos.........they're lke music to my ears

JP: For the past two weeks all I've heard is why Phillips why, and not that I feel you deserve an explanation I just feel inclined to come out here and get a few things off of my chest

You guys are fickle. You're like sheep. You blindly buy into this 6CW product and you cheer for who you're told to cheer for and you boo for those you're told to boo for. Its pathetic. You work 40 hour weeks and then willingly hand over your hard earned money, and for what? For jokes like your tag team champions the Red Arrows, or that wannabe superhero Thunder, or how about that washed up has-been Max Adamson, who was once great but now has now proved weak by answering a rallying call from that failure of a former champion gazzyD

Let me expand. Case in point, me. Its not so long ago you screamed my name. Cheered me on as I took the fight to FEAR, and it all proved in vain. The moment I was injured, no sooner as I fell from that stage to the floor, you all forgotten....just like that. And it wasn't just you all, the 6CW management did to. I wasn't even in surgery yet when they tore up my contract and moved me on to the previous superstars part of their website.....just.....like.....that. Forgotten.

Now I stand here in this very ring and ask you all. Everybody here in this arena, everybody watching at home, and everybody responsible for the running this company......ARE YOU GOING TO FORGET THE NAME JIMMY PHILLIPS NOW?

The crowd are booing loudly as Phillips stands proudly in the centre of the ring

JP: Forever you will remember the name. The name that assisted in the retirement of your favourite son gazzyD, the name that will go on to bring your resident superhero down to Earth with a thunderous crash, and the name that will help shake this company to its very foundations alongside my brothers in arms.

Ha: Sounds a lot like sour grapes if you ask me

JP: But believe me, this isn't just a case of me taking my ball and going home crying to my parents. Being adored by you guys got me nowhere, it never does. You're all like a curse that hangs over us, blinding us from our true purposes. We pander to your every want and need and it sickens me.

I got sick of playing the hero to you people, playing the fool jumping through hoops just to earn your applause. Now I am here to rectify that. At Anarchy we show. Me, The Forgotten, your 6CW champion Joshua. We are your future. The names you cheer are not, they no longer matter.

Phillips drops the mic to his side as the crowd continue to boo him as the scene fades

Dicey is walking through a gym talking on his phone

Dicey: I know, the cheek of that jumped up little sh1t, saying that I went soft when I took my time out............You know me Big D, I’m as tough as ever as Woods will find out on Friday, me being soft, It’s laughable really........

Dicey walks through the weights area and laughs at a couple of guys flexing in the mirrors

Dicey: You should see some of the planks here posing in front of the mirror (Dicey holds his hand over the receiver) Oh hey Edd, sorry about that D, just a guy I know...........I know people, you aren’t my only friend of acquaintance you know............yeah well the ladies love the lone wolf don’t they, right I’m here so bugger off.

Dicey puts his phone in his bag and walks up to a studio door

Dicey: Time to get my dance on

Dicey walks inside and closes the door behind him and shouts “Whats up my Zumba bitc*es” as all the weightlifters start to laugh outside

*Wembley arena bursts into a cacophony of noise as the show returns from a commercial break just as “Timebomb baby” roars over the sound system as the crowd descend into ferocious reaction awaiting for the arrival of Aaron Heath. Heath saunters out onto the ramp, that arrogant, brooding and self-appreciative smirk across his face which the 6CW world has now become accustomed too. Heath is wearing a pair of black boots and black Nike shorts, the white tick illuminating in the light. He is also wearing the official Aaron Heath t-shirt with the words “It begins with me” and a picture of a snarling honeybadger in the centre of the shirt. Heath’s hair seems shorter and sharper, his eyes are that usual steely blue and are entwined with that self-assured smirk. The voices of the two Lloyd brothers can then be heard, just about over the crowd’s reaction.*

HE: Welcome back ladies and gentleman… and it’s safe to say, things are going to pick up in a huge way with this man making his way down to the ring.

HA: Aaron Heath has sent shockwaves around 6CW… I have never seen somebody who buys into their own hype so much. But, these fans… they seem to love to hate him. He is causing such a divide amongst these fans.

HE: Can you blame them? Aaron Heath is a self-proclaimed catalyst of change. Those smart individuals of the 6CW can see this…

*Heath strides down the ramp, smiling to himself as he reaches the bottom of the ramp. He stops for a second, cricking his neck as he looks out to the fans. Some are baying for his blood while others start a “Heath” chant. The camera picks up on Heath yet again as a wry smiles creeps over his face as he jumps onto the apron, mounts the turnbuckle and looks out to the fans to a monumental reaction from the fans. Heath then drops down to the middle of the ring, he motions at the ring announcers for a microphone and a chair. Heath is then passed a black steel chair and a microphone as the crowd eagerly await what Heath has to say. Heath then sets the chair up, sitting down on it facing the back of the seat and stares out to the crowd with a devious smile on his face. Twirling the
microphone in his right hand, He let’s the fans continue to chant either in his favour or against.

Crowd: Heath, Heath, Heath, Heath, Heath!

Crowd: You suck, You Suck, You Suck!

*Heath Then raises the microphone to his lips, the wry smile across his face as he prepares to talk to the 6CW audience.*

AH: I told you so… I told you so, I told you so. See, I get the impression that in my first month in this company I have gotten into a habit of telling you this. My first night here on 6CW, I told you that I would make an impact… which I did. I told you that I would harm, hurt and anger superstars on this roster… which I have done. I told you I would dominate Blade… and you all laughed. You all laughed at the outcome, but if you scratch beneath the surface I did dominate Blade to such a degree he’s never going to get in my way ever again. On the contrary, I have come out here not to brag but to confront Hero…

AH: I came out to confront Hero in my ring. Or in my “Yard” if I use layman’s terms. I came out here to stick my boot in his face and then look him in the eye and say I told you so… but of course, Hero is conveniently not here right now. So now I would like to change the flavour of proceedings and address each and every one of you filling Wembley arena up right now.

*The crowd continue to provide a ferociously mixed reaction, many children and adults are booing while some of the crowd continue to chant “Heath” clearly loving this arrogant, self-assured and brooding superstar they see in a 6CW ring.*

AH: It has come to my undivided attention, through backstage gossip, through twitter and other forms of social media and through fans coming up to me in the street while shoving merchandise of top superstars who couldn’t lace my boots in my face for me to sign, that I am nothing more than a preacher. Well, we will call an apple an apple, yes I’m a preacher. Because if I’m honest 6CW and all you people, need preaching to. You people need someone to look up to, a leader who isn’t morally corrupt. And finally you need someone who is righteous.

AH: And may I just say, not self- righteous. And in my wrestling career around the world, I know what fans exactly like you will do next. You’re going to do exactly like your hero’s do at the end of their time in 6CW and just give up. Hell, who am I kidding? By the looks of all of you people filling this arena tonight, you look as if you have already given up. What kind of life do you people live? What kind of existence do you people give to the rest of the world? And that doesn’t include scraping enough benefit money to be here tonight.

AH: That doesn’t include crawling out of bed and going straight on the internet to abuse and harass people you see on that square box that controls your lives. And then after a long day you continue to destroy your bodies by going to the “pub” by drinking beer until you forget what your problems and issues are. What kind of meaningful, productive and self – assured life is that? You people maybe cheering me right now but you make me sick.

AH: You people are nothing more than a legion of inebriated zombies, waiting at the job centre with your hand out begging and pleading for your next allowance to help you come to this arena and cheer on your hero’s for inspiration and hope… I’m the hope you need. I want to help you all with your inadequacies as it’s come to my further attention that the people of the United Kingdom need a reality check.

AH: Don’t tell me that you people don’t self-diagnose and self-medicate, we all know it’s quite the opposite. You do it to try and forget about it all and hide from the facts staring you all in the face. Don’t tell me you’re not like the man or woman sat next to you that you don’t because that will make you a liar… You’re lying to yourself. You’re lying to your peers and your lying to your families. And what is most insulting is that if your lying to yourself? You’re lying to me. You’re preacher and you’re catalyst of change. And I can see right through you people and your lies.

AH: What separates people like you… what separates people like hero and myself is that unlike you transparent sheep, I’m not a liar. I mean what I say, and I have been doing that for the past decade of my life across the world. You people, the 6CW world should see me as a prophet. I’m the choice of a new era and a new generation… I have been handpicked to lead this revolution. And in a small amount of time, I will be a champion that the 6CW world can be proud off. And in the new era of change… I will be the first prophet to climb this mountain and become a world champion who is not another liar.

*The crowd boo loudly and violently as Heath cricks his neck with a sick smirk across his face, his eyes then look into the camera, gazing into the distance as he raises the microphone back to his lips.*

AH: I hope you’re proud of yourself, Hero. I’m not a bad guy like you believe… last week’s attack on me… totally unprovoked. You might think that this grand return will result in you returning to the
Top of the mountain but in reality… you’re a mortal god. And like a mortal god your fall from grace with both be tragic but satisfying. You see, Hero, you’re part of this special kind of cliché where professional wrestlers like yourself are chosen to fill an image. An image that is destined to become a champion… Those who seek the adulation and respect from the people who pay their wages and fat salaries. Your return to this wrestling company is nothing more than one last shot at redemption. But this story won’t end with Hero on top of the mountain… this story will end up with the prophet fulfilling his prophecy.

AH: In the end, Hero, you can join these people and accept that I’m a prophet of change… I am the catalyst of change and I’m leading this new era of revolution. A revolution where you people can embrace a new, sustainable and fruitful existence while being part of the extraordinary rise of Aaron Heath. Be part of the revolution or be condemned to the pathetic, miserable and self-deprecating lives you lead.

*Heath slams the microphone to the mat, as “Timebomb baby” erupts through the Wembley arena as the crowd begin a chorus of violent, ferocious and rampant boos as Heath saunters out of the ring and up the ramp. The scene comes to an end with Heath turning his head back to the fans, with the same sick and wry smile across his lips as the scene fades away.*

As Jimmy’s microphone hits the mat, Heroes are Hard to Find blasts out of the sound system. Thunder appears just through the curtain, the International championship around his chest, he lays down a metre stick and steps to the edge of it.

HE: What’s idiot want now? Wasn’t one beating enough?

HA: I think Thunder gave as good as he good.

Thunder listens to the crowd chant his catchphrase at him, “one more thing, one more thing, one more thing.”

Thunder
Not this time guys, this time I’m focused. I know what I want to say, what I have to say, I know who I have to say it to and when.

Thunder turns to look down the at the ring,

Thunder
Hi Jimmy. I’ve just come from a meeting with 6CW management, who said I could come out here and respond to you. However, after our earlier interaction, I’m not aloud to go any further than one metre from the curtain. Now, I’m guessing you’re expecting me to defend these fans well, I’m not going to do that. They can do that themselves when they vandalise your car later.

Thunder looks down the camera with a wink.

Thunder
In case anybody didn’t know it’s blue Prius out back. I am however, going to defend my fellow defenders of the locker room. Let’s start with the joke of you calling Max a washed up has-been. That’s rich coming from you. To be a washed up has-been, you have to be past your time and trying to return…kind of like you, where as Max’s time is just starting. You called the Arrows a joke? Really? I know Robin had his doubters in EWF and even here in the 6CW but, the boy has proven his heart, time and again. When we lost the war, he picked himself up and made a name for himself, you? You, just sat at home, like a little bitch.

You called Joshua “our” 6CW World champion, hell no. They didn’t pick, I didn’t pick him. You, you and your men of war picked him or he picked you, after all sheep are easy puppets. I want to take a walk down memory lane to fifteen months ago. Vincent Costello, broke my back. So much so, that I couldn’t walk, I could barely sit up on my own but, after revolutionary surgery I was able to walk, with a cane. I was told I could never wrestle again and I was ok with that. I opened up my own comic book shop, a dream come true, then I collected my fan mail. The fans will, their…hope, to see me wrestle again drove me back and you could have had the same chance. For months after you were side lined, mail poured in for you but, you never collected. I forwarded those letters on to your home address and what did you do? Return to sender.

They did not forget you. You forgot them. As for management, yeah, they did end your contract but, what did you expect? The management at the time were the same people who ended EWF. Of course they didn’t want the man who lead the charge against them around. But, what did Danny Boy do as soon as he got his feet under the table? He invited you back and you came, with a chip on your shoulder with the men of war and a mission to ruin the place.

HA: Thunder making a bold statement there.

HE: He’s encouraging criminal activity, great super hero.

HA: Why can’t you just admit you like the guy?

HE: ‘Cause I don’t, I’ll admit his entrances are interesting.

With that, Thunder disappears behind the curtain seemingly done, before popping back through. Again the crowd chant “one more thing.”

Thunder
One more thing. As I said, I just had a meeting with 6CW management, which at the moment is Deano. I said to him, give me Phillips at Beachfront Brawl for the 6CW International championship.

The crowd go wild at the news.

Thunder
He said no. He said <Thunder puts on a bad Andrews impression sounding more like Richard Nixon> I can’t risk letting the Forgotten get their hands on another championship. <Returning to his normal voice> I thanked him for his confidence in my abilities. After begging and pleading for the match, I told him I would not defend the title against any body else until he agreed. So, it’s on like Donkey Kong, at Beachfront Brawl, it’ll be Thunder vs Jimmy Phillips, Cripple vs Cripple, Has-been vs Has-been, Champ vs Chimp…you get the idea. It’s you and me with this championship on the line and you’d best make the most of it, ‘cause you only get one chance.

The crowd goes crazy as Thunder finishes announcing the match.

HE: See, I told you, the guys an idiot! He’s risking the championship falling in to Forgotten hands for the sake of pride.

HA: I think he’s doing it more to inspire hope, avenge fallen comrades and to be a fighting champion.