[Ben Jordan]

 What the hell was I thinking? That note I got at Climax Control 241, that note I read partly out loud. It could have been a trap, everything inside me screamed out it's a trap Ben, don't fall for it, especially when I saw it was signed by Rinoa Williams, a woman who's husband had tortured me for months, a man who had got inside my head and turned me in to the guy I didn't expect to become. It turned me in to a man I disliked. Getting that note yelled at me to rip it up and throw it, not give it a second thought, but here I was a couple of weeks back against my better judgement, standing face to face with Rinoa Williams. The note told me that she knew how I could break away from Kedron, to end things, to move on. I knew it coulda been a set up but if there was a chance it was true, I had to take that chance I had to take my life back. What was the worst that could happened? It's not like that sneaky geezer hadn't attacked me out of nowhere before.

The Primm Valley Resort and Casino - July 14th.

Now you can go and see the previous stuff right here. It might help considering this is what happened after.

"Because I love my husband, Benjamin. That is why. And that is why I am here, now. To ask for your help in return for my own." Rinoa said to me softly.

I couldn't help but frown at the woman. This was a woman who's husband had dragged me through hell, and left me on a whole new level of bitterness.

"My help?" I asked with doubt, but curiosity drove me to continue. "With what?"

I spotted emotion in her eyes, something I've never seen before, I don't think anyone has ever seen before.

"In saving my husband's soul." Was the reply she offered me.

My mind started rushing, just thinking of this scenario, I didn't know if I should be laughing at her or feel insulted that this woman has asked the man who she had played a part in ripping his life down, to help her. I mean did I really owe her for stopping him going further? Could she have said to him to stop, convinced the man who loved her that he had no business in attacking me, he'd proved his point, but no, all she did was hold him back to stop him from doing more damage. It felt like an eternity before I could answer her, it felt like out of the millions of words I'd known and mastered over the years, none of them were coming to mind at this time.

"In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary..." I started, these being the only words popping clearly in to my mind. "Come again?"

"I need you to save my husband Ben." Rinoa said softly.

Yes, she was human, yes, she had feelings like everyone else but she was surrounded by evil. Kedron was evil, it doesn't matter if it was magic or because he was a completely psychopathic twat, something wasn't right with the man, he projected darkness.

"I think we both know here that he is beyond saving." I quickly fire back. "The man is a crackpot, he doesn't have a soul."

Rinoa sighed deeply as she looked me directly in my eyes, bringing a chill to my bones.

"That is somewhat true." She admits. "But it's not gone, it's being held by someone, by something and you're the only man to help him to get it back. You are the strongest option I have, because you're connected to him."

"I never asked to be connected to him." I fire back, my hands in the air in a defensive position. "He made that happen and I sure as hell ain't gonna kill myself to save someone who don't wanna be saved."

A look in her eye almost pleaded with me.

"And I ain't walking through hell to find out which demon owns his soul." I tell her bluntly.

"This is the only way to unchain yourself from him." She said as she continues to make confident eye contact. "Without helping to restore a little humanity in to him, he will always hunt you, he will always haunt you. You two will spend eternity trying to destroy each other."

"Listen, when I told my wife about this meeting, she wanted to fly in, find a nice high perch with a high powered sniper and end things in a very different way." I told Rinoa with a cold look. "She would not have through twice about taking out Kedron. Now that could get us both wrapped up and in cells for years, but I would rather end things that way, then effectively fight for his soul when he clearly doesn't want it."

I think at that point, I'd heard enough, enough for me to turn around and walk away from Rinoa. She had heard my challenge to him for Summer XXXTreme, she knew our paths would cross again and I wouldn't make the same mistake as last time.

"I know what you're thinking Ben." She tells me. "You think Summer XXXTreme will end everything but it won't. It will just be another beginning for him. He will not stop at you while he has very little humanity in him. He won't be able to bring himself to do so. Without your help Ben, he will never be able to bring himself to find an ending."

That stopped me in my tracks and forced me to turn back towards her, the questions still running around in my head about the legitimacy of this offer, well, invitation, ok, request. What if this was a giant set up and this was designed to end me. What if she did save me from this horror, what if she did actually stop him from doing further damage. If I was to do this, I needed to go in with my eyes well and truly open. It could hurt a lot to even consider doing this and this could be a set up, but the prize of getting that thing off my back was too much of a draw.

"Just supposing I agree to this lunacy..." I start cautiously. "How do we do it?"

How indeed.... I guess you'll have to find out next time Kedron is booked.... Or maybe later because you know, Kedron is on the card.



The sun went down on a beautiful day in Grenada, a day well spent with the wife, getting away from it all, but now it was time to focus on Sunday for just a little while. I was facing somewhat of a challenge in the form of Ace Hart. I sat and watched the tide drift in and out from the beach, looking beyond the camera.

"Alright people." I start in a cheery voice. "I'm back in the ring for the first time this weekend since I took a loss at Into The Void, and it's slightly mixed emotions for me. I'm over the moon to get back in the ring again, but where it mixes is my opponent."

My eyes focus on the camera.

"This is a man who asked Christian on Twitter, who I was." I say with a slightly slower speed. "Blimey mate, I wish I could answer that one for ya, but it's a tough question. I used to be this smiling, happy chappy from the east end of London, England, with the world at my feel, everything coming up roses until I had a witch problem. I can tell you all I got. I mean I have a big house in Maine, a wife, a dog, a fair bit of money in the bank, I have a plane, I have respect from most people in SCW, I've won a lot of matches, but that still doesn't answer who I am."

I stop for a second, just letting out a sigh.

"So let me tell you a little about who I am when it comes down to wrestling, cause I'm sure you don't give a toss about my personal life." I say with a calm tone. "I'm a winner most of the time Ace. I'm a guy who goes out there and gives it all for the fans, I'm a guy they love to see win and when I don't, I'm respected for it anyway, I'm a guy who works his bollocks off for the fans and put a smile on their faces each and every time. That's who I am, that's who the fans want me to be, but now I gotta ask you the same thing, because honestly mate, I don't know a hell of a lot about you."

I raise his finger.

"What I do know about you is you've lost a couple of matches here already." I say with a shrug. "That the promo you aired, which I haven't watched yet, is your first, regardless of this being your third match, yet you've happily sat there on Twitter promoting what I think is your own fed to high heaven, which makes me think your presence in SCW is a waste of time. You clearly don't give a monkeys about SCW and I have a theory why you don't really care about it. I clicked your bio thingy on the SCW site and you remind me of someone, can't think who off hand..."

I wink down the camera.

"But something stood out to me that really caught my eye." I say with a point to my eye. "Your motivation to compete it title belts... Get in line there son, I've been in SCW for years and everyone at some point has been hungry for a belt, they're annoying little rats that constantly demand, so here's my theory on why you don't give a monkeys about being here. You've seen Austin James Mercer, you've seen Griffin Hawkins and you worked out pretty sharpish that you can't beat these guys, taking away your whole reason to be motivated here. You've worked out pretty quickly that for a guy who I suspect has put himself first in his partly owned promotion, worked out that he has sod all power in SCW to give himself the prime spots, and knows deep down in his heart of hearts, he's not up to the level of most in SCW. Thirteen championship runs in your past don't mean a lot when you don't have the competition. I mean here, nothing but competition. You hold a belt for a few months, you've done well here and my theory is you know you don't have it in you to be a champion here, so you've slacked off."

I shrug my shoulders.

"Says a hell of a lot about who you are Ace." I say with a smile. "And SCW don't need people who are gonna coast along, they need people who are gonna put in the effort. I think you worked out you don't have it in ya anymore, but here's the thing. I have a decent record here, I am what SCW is all about so you beat me, and shake off that entitled aura you have around ya, like most people do who's run a business and think they know the ins and outs of a ducks arse, then you could be successful here. I just see two problems with that Ace."

I hold up two fingers

"One, you won't shake that aura off ya. I think everyone can smell it on ya from a mile away." I say with confidence. "And two, I don't think you got it in ya to beat me mate. Everything about you comes across as half arsed and lazy. You're basically the opposite of me. You chase gold, you're whole meaning to wrestling is to chase it, and there's me here for the fans, to entertain them, to give them a break from their problems. You're the anti Ben and ya know, the good guy wins more than not."

I stand up, dusting the sand from me.

"I respect the years you've put in to this business Ace." I say with a sincere nod. "But I can't respect you, till you respect SCW. I'll see ya on Sunday to show you what SCW is all about."

I wink down the camera.

"Laters people." I say before turning away and walking up the beach.

The camera fades out.