Standing looking in a mirror, a still bearded Ben Jordan combs back the side of his hair, tilting his head as he looks at his own reflection. Ben is wearing a dark blue suit, silk looking in appearance. A black shirt covers his upper body and a pair of shiny black shoes sit on his feet. Ben runs the comb through the right side of his head, before placing it down on the sink in front of him.
Ben: I'm gonna sweat my bollocks off wearing this in this Egyptian heat. No wonder the natives wear bed sheets on them instead.
Ben slowly shakes his head.
Ben: Right people, how we doing today? We're going a little arse backwards with this promo because I got this proper fit, banging redhead in the next room, and we're off out tonight, so we're not doing the finger clicking thingy to pause the scene to talk, we're just gonna have a little rabbit here and now, you lot alright with that?
Ben raises a thumb towards the mirror, looking at the mirror towards the camera behind him.
Ben: What a blinding start to the tour, eh? Morocco was the dogs bollocks, with Emz picking up a cracking win against Roxi, when no one gave her a chance. Then we get a massive shock after the show on Sunday, biggest bloody shock I've seen in ages.
Ben leans on the sink with both hands.
Ben: They put yours truly on the next show! Who'd have thought it that Benny boy would be in the ring again? I mean there's been no secret made that I don't do a lot around here, even Emz has questioned my role since I've come on over to SCW. People ask me all the time how I go from ACW triple crown to doing bugger all in SCW. People tell me all the time about how I've been here a while, never really had a shot at anything. Thing is, couldn't give a toss if I'm honest, actually like what I've been doing and I'd happily hit the ring and get a front row seat to watch the next big bombshell, Emma Rose, do her thing, rather than have someone thump me.
Ben straightens up his suit jacket.
Ben: Having said that, since I found out I will be in the same ring as Andrew Garcia, my mind has been all over the place. See, I've been wanting to get in that ring with Andrew for a long time, if it wasn't for me getting in the ring with him, and teaching him how to do what he does, then he would be a wank with cold hands.... just not very good. I spent day after day away from Emz to give him a shot at being better than he is, watching Jordan Williams work on his character skills, getting in the ring and helping him grow as a wrestler, and the dirty git spat in my face. Not figuratively, literary gobbed in my face to try and get himself noticed.
Ben slowly shakes his head.
Ben: What an absolute bellend move that one really was. I didn't teach you to get noticed by gobbing in someone's face, where's the honor in that son? I taught you to wrestle, to get noticed with your skills, Jordan tried to plant some charisma in ya, get you noticed that way, but you thought spitting on me was gonna get ya noticed. All it's done is get right on my tits son, and got me to have the urge to kick you so hard in the bollocks, you'll have to move them out of the way to brush your teeth. What kind of geezer spits at another and not expect to get clumped round the dome? You should expect it Andy, because I know who you are, I gave you half those moves you use. I know you better than you think. Master's gonna whoop the students arse, lemme tell ya that for fuck all geezer.
Ben runs his thumbs along his eyebrows.
Ben: Been waiting for this for a while Andy, and I don't plan on disappointing.
Ben reaches down and picks up an aftershave bottle, splashing the aftershave on his hands before rubbing it over his face.
Ben: Cushdy!
He gently slaps his face, rubbing the aftershave in.
Ben: And on the flip side of the coin, a geezer who wants to face me as much as I wanna face Andy boy, but for completely different reasons.
Ben turns on the tap, running his hands under the water. He quickly turns the tap off and shakes his hands.
Ben: I reckon Jamie Dean has a thing going with Christian Underwood, must be able to bribe him with something if he keeps getting him in the ring with me. Blimey, not many matches for Jamie Dean in his SCW career, but two have been against me.
Ben grabs a towel from the side of the sink, and dries his hands.
Ben: Well Jamie, remember how the last one went, son? I came through that one as the winner and have every intentions of doing the same with this one. Every single intention is on me mind to win again. Don't get me wrong Jamie me ol' son, if I don't win, I'm not gonna have too many sleepless nights about it, I'm not exactly aiming to reach the highs of SCW at this point in time, happy plodding along, but it's the game we're in really. We say we don't care than we get in the ring and want to win it all, it's why we got to where we are, and I do have every intention to win.
Ben undoes the top button on his shirt.
Ben: It's about getting out there and entertaining the fans and that's what I plan on doing. Who knows geezer, maybe this is a chance SCW are gonna take me a little more seriously and I start becoming that big ol' fish, and get a shot or two at bigger things, but who knows. Here's something I do know mate, I do know I wanna batter Andrew Garcia and teach that midget, shaven monkey a little respect. I do know I wanna kick the respect in to that fake tanned dwarf, so if you wouldn't mind Jamie, just step back and let me wallop him some before you grope my arse or something.
Ben puts two thumbs up to the camera.
Ben: Cheers.
Ben runs his fingers through the sides of his hair and down across his beard.
Ben: Right, looking blinding right now, so gotta leave you lot alone for a while, cause I got a date with this stunning redhead, I mean proper stunning, and the next SCW Roulette champion. Yep, I said it, Emma Rose for Bombshell Roulette champion. But first, touch of the ol' Cairo nightlife.
Ben pulls the jacket he's wearing, straighter over his shoulders.
Ben: Later's people!
Ben turns around, exiting the bathroom and in to the living area, to see Emma Rose standing before him.
Ben: Absolutely stunning.
Emma is wearing a thin lined black dress that stops well above her knees. The fabric hugs to her well defined body in the right places; especially tight around her perfect and glorious curves. At the top of the midnight black dress, a loose section of material, that on an average woman, would have helped to hid her chest, but on Emma, it does nothing to hide her cleavage. Her arms are covered in a layer of lace that stops just past her elbows, while a mixture of black and gold bangles danced loosely around her right wrist. In her ears, back feathered earrings hang down her, natural looking make up covered cheek.
Ben: Just drop dead gorgeous.
Ben moves towards Emma, putting his hands on her hips, looking in to her eyes.
Ben: Did I mention just wow! You look amazing.
Ben moves closer to Emma, moving his body closer to hers. She runs her hands down Ben's jacket before lifting her hands up and placing her hands on Ben's shoulders.
Ben: You know, I don't think we should go to dinner sweetheart.
Emma: Really?
Ben: Oh really.
Emma bites her lower lip, moving closer to Ben, her lips close to Ben's ear.
Emma: And what should we do?
Ben moves his thumb to the side of Emma's face, moving her lips towards his.
Ben: I think we should take that really expensive dress.
Emma: Uh uh
Ben: And leave it on the floor, while we do other things.
Ben leans in, kissing Emma passionately on the lips. He runs his hand down her back, his hand resting on her rear end. Emma lifts her leg, wrapping it around Ben's waist, her hands planted firmly on Ben's cheek as she deepens the kiss. Emma slowly pulls her head away and looks Ben in the eyes.
Emma: Nope.
She runs her hands down his chest, as her foot returns to the floor.
Emma: But we're gonna be late, if we don't move fast. This is a top restaurant, famous people go there all the time.
Ben rests his hand on Emma's face.
Ben: We are famous people.
Emma shakes her head at Ben.
Ben: Ok, I'll call us a camel, but I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my hands off you all night.
Ben moves away from Emma as the scene fades
Sequoia restaurant, Zamelek, Cairo. The buzzing crowd, sitting around at various tables, lifts the atmosphere to a friendly level. The tent covered roof of the restaurant catches the eye, as lanterns hang down, above various tables.
Ben: This is like one big circus tent.
The tables look clean and white, low to the floor, many parked in front of curved white sofas. A huge open area surrounding the restaurant show the calming blue water, circling the restaurant.
Ben: Can we get a picture spliced in this part, showing the outside of this gaff? It looks the nuts.
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Ben: Cheers production people.
Beautiful tall, well lit buildings are seen across the river, their reflection lighting up the river.
Emma: This is beautiful.
A waiter leads Ben Jordan and Emma Rose to a table, where candles burns bright in the middle of the table. Various plates sit in front of the duo, as do many different pieces of cutlery. On one side of the table is a sofa, the other side, comfortable looking stools.
Ben: This is blinding. Having dinner while on a sofa. This is the nuts.
Ben moves next to the sofa, and holds Emma's hand, helping her to sit down on the low sofa.
Ben: No chair to pull out.
Emma sits down and pulls the chair closer to the table. Ben moves around the table and sits down on the comfortable low stool. He looks down at the various knives and forks in front of him.
Ben: I have no clue why they give ya so many of these things, I like me grub as much as the next bloke, but I don't think I can ever have a night where I use all these.
Emma: You live on pizza and bacon. If there was a bacon fork, you'd use it.
Ben looks up at a smiling Emma, a proud look across her lips. Ben smiles back.
Ben: Any fork is good for bacon sweetheart.
Ben blows a kiss across the table towards Emma as a waiter appears, pouring water in two glasses in front of them. Emma looks up at the waiter.
Emma: Thank you.
Ben: Yeah, cheers geezer.
The waiter looks down at Ben with a curious nod.
Ben: I swear no one understand me anywhere I go. I speak the Queen's English.
Emma: If the Queen was a cockney.
Ben: She lives in London, so close enough.
The waiter returns to the table, handing out a menu to Ben and one to Emma. Emma's eyes glance over the menu handed to her, but Ben looks disinterested as he glances down at the words written.
Ben: Nope, nope, nope.
Emma looks over the top of the menu, looking at Ben.
Emma: What?
Ben: Nothing I want on this menu.
Emma: Baby, you can't come to an Egyptian restaurant and order pizza.
Ben: No intention of that. What I fancy is more.... New Zealand.
Ben places the menu on the table and moves around towards Emma, sliding along the sofa and next to Emma. Emma turns her head to look at Ben, a shy smile on her face.
Ben: See, what I fancy is looking at me right now with that cute, shy little smile on her face.
Ben puts his hand on Emma's leg, a slight gasp coming from the New Zealanders lips as Ben moves his hand a bit higher. Emma reaches down to Ben's hand, gripping hold of his wrist.
Emma: Ben!
Ben: That is my Christian name.
Emma: No, Benjamin is your Christian name.
Ben: Tomato, tomarto.
Emma moves Ben's hand away, placing it back on to his own lap.
Ben: This hand looks so much better where it was, instead of where it is now.
Emma puts her hand on Ben's neck, running her fingers up and down his firm neck muscles. She looks deep in to his eyes.
Emma: Ben...
So why is Emma Rose very hands off today? As she lost her feelings for the Cockney King? What have these two done, that turned Ben in to a horn dog, and Emma so resistant? I guess you want answers, right? I guess you will have to watch Emma's promo, airing soon to get some of those answers!
The scene fades out with Emma looking in to Ben's eyes.... now you lot can wait for Emma's promo! It's gonna be a good one!
