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The camera opens up to the face of Ben Jordan, laying on a makeshift bed on his tour bus, something he picked up just for the tour. The camera moves to the side to see his travelling companion and dog, Bear sitting on the floor next to him. He reaches his hand out, stroking the akita on the head and looks down the camera.
"Alright people." Ben starts, his eyes on the camera. "Welcome to the bus of Ben, something I thought I needed to bring me little buddy along here for the ride before dropping him off at a mates house before I get on the boat."
Ben ruffles the fur on top of Bear's head, almost causing him to smile.
"Needed this little bus thing to chill out on." Ben says. "I mean I haven't been in the ring for a while, not since I had a match outta nowhere with Kris Ryans, but things have been ticking over nicely for me since, had a chance to relax and get my head in the game for one hell of a big match coming up. Now you know how these things work by now, you shouldn't have forgotten at all. You see, I sit here, tell ya a story or two and have a chat about the match. See, it woulda been three things but I don't really wanna talk about Wednesday and a certain football game."
Ben pouts his lip out for a few seconds, as he thinks back to Wednesday's heartbreak of England exiting the World Cup.
"Wednesday was the day I was gonna talk about." Ben says slowly. "But it's Friday night now, so we're gonna talk a bit about today."
He nods his head slightly.
"We're gonna talk about what happened today." He repeats. "It's not been a good un to be fair, but this day never is. Do you know what day it is?"
Ben waits for a few seconds.
"Well done to the smart eggs that got it, but it is indeed Friday the 13th." He starts "Now I'm not superstitious, but nothing good ever happens for me on Friday the 13th. Nothing good at all, it literary is pure nightmares for me and believe it or not, that's how the day started off for me. A bloody nightmare."
Ben looks up at the top of the tour bus.
"Well, no blood." He admits "But a seriously weird dream. I'm not usually insecure about anything around me, always take things as they come along, but maybe there was some truth to this one, I dunno, I'm not a dream reader, but it did have some valid points in there. Here's what happened...."
Darkness, nothing but darkness fills the screen as we go back to this morning, the very morning of Friday the 13th as Ben was in dreamland.
"Alright, someone needs to put another 50p in the meter." Ben's voice can be heard saying through the darkness.
Still no light covers the scene, just darkness and the sounds of footsteps.
"I probably shouldn't be walking around in the dark." Ben's voice is heard saying. "Nothing good ever comes from having a shufty in the dark."
The footsteps stop as Ben decides to stop walking, but a light begins to emerge above him, lighting up the area around him to show Ben barefooted and just wearing shorts, in front of him is a mirror, with a huge gold frame. Ben looks towards the mirror but no reflection can be seen in it. Ben scratches his head and looks close, still nothing.
"Well, I always suspected I was a vampire." Ben says with a chuckle. "But never did get around to asking Dmitri, but I guess the no reflection confirms in, Count Benula it is."
"Guess again smart arse." A voice can be heard saying.
Ben looks around him, confused by where the voice is coming from, but looks back at the mirror. Smoke starts to appear on the reflective glasses, creeping in to every corner. Ben tilts his head as he looks curiously at it and the shadow of a man seems to walk through the smoke towards the front. Ben silently watches as a figure forms in front of him. He cranks his head back as he sees a man in blue jeans and a black shirt with ACW written on it.
"No sodding way..." Ben says softly.
The smoke fades away from the mirror and in it's place in the mirror stands.... Ben Jordan.
"Alright people." The mirrored Ben says.
Ben looks in the mirror, lost for words as he sees another version of him in the mirror.
"Don't look so confused." Mirror Ben tells him. "I'm you, well the old you, the popular you, the ACW you where you had it all. Fortune, fame and people actually liked you. Not this you you've become now."
Real Ben rubs his hand across his chin as he looks at the man in the mirror.
"I'm the same fella I've always been." The real Ben says, edging closer to the mirror. "I ain't changed that match."
The mirrored Ben smirks a little at him.
"You sure on that mate?" He asks "I mean ya might wanna have a little look at who I am and who you are. I'm the ghost of Ben past, the better Ben, you're watered down."
Real Ben scratches his head as he looks at the Ben in the mirror.
"See, if you're really me." The real Ben starts "That means that you're gonna sit there and explain to me why I'm not who.... Why I'm... well you're gonna explain."
The mirrored Ben smiles at the real Ben and nods his head.
"Of course I'm gonna explain." He says. "If not, this would be a waste of my time and yours."
"Except you're not real." The real Ben tells him.
"I used to be." The mirrored Ben says "Then you became this and it's disappointing."
The real Ben looks at the mirror, looking at himself yet not himself.
"Well..." The real Ben says, urging the mirrored Ben to explain.
"Do you remember the ACW days Ben?" The mirrored Ben asks "Where you did fun parody promos, the fans loved you, you actually won championship, after championship, where you had people fawning to be around you? Where you had so many friends where you had a hard time keeping up with everyone?"
The real Ben nods.
"That's not you anymore." The mirrored Ben says. "I'm all that, you are not that at all."
"I haven't changed that much." The real Ben says in a questioning tone, maybe doubting himself.
"Well the fans might give a toss about who you are." Mirrored Ben says. "But would they if that moron Salco hadn't jumped up and gave them something to hate on your behalf?"
"Probably." The real Ben says.
"Doubtful." The man in the mirror responds. "And friends. She used to be one of them, yet turned against you out of nowhere, she clearly had enough."
"Wow wow wow." The real Ben starts. "Hold on there ACW Ben. Jessie Salco jumped down my throat because I was more popular than her and she knew it. I got people's attention immediately and she wanted some of that. She chose to end our friendship because she wanted to jump in to the popularity stakes somehow. She didn't think by helping me out, she would get noticed and I would have gave her credit when everything fell in to place, putting her more in the spotlight. Now she's hated, never getting title shots and basically burying herself. Her walking away was her own fault."
"People are distancing themselves from you." ACW Ben says. "Amy Marshall, and I paraphrase, I don't know Ben that well, but he deserves better... Focus on the I don't know Ben that well part.... She used to hang out with you and Jamie all the time! How can she not know you well? Even she tried to put distance between you."
Real Ben, or SCW Ben, shrugs his shoulders.
"Dunno what to tell ya there." He admits. "I do know Amy well, I was surprised as everyone else when she said she didn't know me well."
"It's called distance other me." The mirrored Ben explains. "She don't wanna be around you either. She was nice enough to wish your campaign well, yet didn't want to admit she knows you that well because you've become, well this."
The mirrored ben waves his arm up and down.
"A shell of me." he explains. "How often do you hear from Markus Raab and Samuel these days? Or even Konrad?"
The real Ben frowns.
"Not very often." The real Ben admits. "But then again, they all got their own stuff going on, so it's not like they can always be in touch."
"None of them even got behind your #BenDeservesBetter thing." mirrored Ben says firmly "Not one of them. No tweets of support, no nothing, just them getting along with their own lives because they've forgot who you are."
Real Ben shakes his head.
"They haven't forgot who I am." the real Ben tells him. "They're just busy."
"No, they ditched you." The mirrored Ben says. "They're gone and could not give a monkeys about you because you're changing and becoming a miserable bastard. How about Jamie Dean? Where's he gone?"
"I still hear from Jamie." Real Ben says.
"Once a week?" The mirrored Ben says. "Used to be every day, but now, even he can't be bothered with talking to you. He's happy drooling over you whenever you post a picture of yourself on anything but when it comes down to it, he doesn't care. Since you got him his little discriminate place where you have to love the same sex to have a roof over your head, he's forgot all about you, because you stopped caring about that too. I know what you really think about it all Ben, I am you remember."
"But I went along with it." Real Ben says "I did it because it was right."
"You did it because you felt you had to." The mirrored Ben tells him. "You knew it was wrong to not include straight people, yet you went along with it, and stopped caring, and he picked up on it and stepped away from you. Why wouldn't he? He got what he wanted and you slid further in to being a shell of me."
"That's not true." Real Ben says.
"Oh it is." Comes the response. "Look at you to me. I used to hang out with movie stars, I used to hang out with Drake Green."
The real Ben scratches his head.
"I still do hang out with Drake Green." The SCW version of Ben says.
"Only for the last few weeks." The ACW version responds. "Months before then, you never even heard from him. He used to be my best friend and you somehow managed to fuck that one up too, didn't you? You managed to lose a best friends cause low and behold, you forgot who you were, you forgot to even keep friendships going. I wouldn't be shocked if Drake decided on kicking our arses next for being a shitty friend."
"Bollocks." The real Ben replies. "I'm not a shitty friend."
"Two words other me." The mirrored Ben says. "Sam Marlowe."
The real Ben rolls his eyes slowly in confusion.
"She's injured mate." The mirrored Ben says softly. "Yet how many times have you called to check up on her? Like twice or something?"
"Well..." The real Ben says.
"She was one of your closest friends who looked out for you!" The mirrored Ben says with an angry tone, cutting the real Ben off. "When you was down, you ignored her calls, pushed her away and yet she still never gave up on you. When you came back, she was the first to welcome you back, and yet you can't even call her every day to check up on her? I would have done that twice a day because I respected people and people respected me. I've become a shitty person because of you and what you've turned in to."
"I am not a shitty person." The real Ben argues.
"You even somehow managed to drive Evie away from you." The mirrored Ben says "And you know who Evie is to us, I dunno why you keep denying it, but you know who she is to us and it's about time you confessed it, but I know she was meant to join you for this whole two month cycle to toughen you up. You got the tour bus so she could spend time around you to teach us how to be tougher and you clearly did something there to fuck that up."
"Yeah, I did." The real Ben admits.
"You couldn't even keep someone around you that actually should always be around you." The mirrored Ben says. "I didn't make a choice lightly back in the day, and yet you managed to drive her away where you haven't seen her in months. You have pretty much killed every link to me without trying too hard. But there is redemption on the horizon."
The real Ben moves closer to the mirror.
"And ya gonna tell me how to get that?" the real Ben asks.
"Yes." The mirrored Ben says. "And it's fairly easy too. See, me, I got those shots and I took them, three championship belts in just over a year. Only lost a battle royal on my debut and a title I held for over a year to Drake Green. I took those shots and I had fun with them and god knows I won them. You've been alright with someone on your side but at Summer XXXTreme VI, you got a chance to be me again, you got a chance to win a singles title and take on the world again."
"Take on Caleb Storms every week when he demands shot after shot at it." Real Ben says. "And you know he will."
"Of course he will." Mirrored Ben says. "But at least you'll beat him over and over again and leave him in no doubt that he's not good enough to face you. I took on all kinds of jubs back in ACW, some of them were worse than him, yet I did it, I won and kept belts forever. This is gonna be the only way you ever link back to me, to the old you, to the you that didn't have morons like Salco trying to jump down your throat for a little limelight. People didn't fear me as a person, but they did as a wrestler. Somehow along the way, you lost that getting bogged down in teams. I don't like who you've become and this is the perfect chance to show everyone what you got, and I do mean everyone. This is your chance to be respected again."
"It was never about the titles." The real Ben says. "About the respect and the big matches."
"Being a champion gains that." The older version of Ben responds. "Championships bring big matches. You can't deny you were happier when you was me. When you stopped being me, the depression kicked in and you kicked people away and not many of them came back. It's time to be me again buddy, it's time to be a champion, it's time to win those friends back and it's time to be happy again, because we've become nothing. Ben..."
"Yes?" The real Ben says as he moves closer to the mirror. "Stop being a prat and be me again. Go win that bloody title and defend it until you drop. Defend it until you're me again, defend it till you drop. I was untouchable, you could be too. Fix the mistakes you've made, because if not, it might be too late to ever do so. Don't be an idiot Ben. Be me again...."
Back to Ben laying on the small Ben.
"Then there was a thunder clap and I woke up." Ben says. "Ok, so maybe not a nightmare in the typical sense of the word, but no one likes being told about their shortcomings, or mistakes they've made. It did get me thinking a little about everything. What have I become? Who have I become, I'm not the same guy I used to be when I was successful. It was like I came to SCW and disappeared in to the crowd."
Ben looks at Bear standing next to him, the monster of a dog looking back at him with warm eyes.
"Have I changed that much?" Ben asks Bear who tilts his head towards his buddy. "I used to be someone, I used to be able to sit there and have the longest lines at the autograph booths, and posed for so many selfies, my face started to hurt. Now it's like I hide from the crowd and just spend my time hanging with you big fella."
Ben once again ruffles the fur on Bear's big head and turns back to the camera.
"The dream may have been right." Ben concedes "It was a lousy way to start the day, dreadful, but it didn't get better from there to be honest. I ain't been feeling myself lately and not because I might have changed a little or anything, been feeling knackered a lot. Right now I'm sitting in Los Angeles, happens to be a place where SCW has some deal with a doctor that handles a lot of injuries and such. I thought I might as well go see him and have a little chat, that's what I did...."
Just a few hours earlier.
Ben can be seen sitting in a doctors waiting room in Los Angeles California, sterile white floors and walls surround him as he sits in a seat flicking through a magazine, his eyes not following the words, just calmly waiting for the receptionist to send him in to the room to talk to a doctor. Ben flicks to another page and looks around the room, his eyes on the receptionist as she taps away at a keyboard. Ben takes a deep breath at the new gossip rag, flicking over a page to see an article on J2H and Melody's new arrival, bringing a smile to his face.
"Note to self." He starts "Send them a load of stuff when we're done here."
Ben looks up towards the receptionist again, making eye contact with her.
"Dr Stone will see you now Mr Jordan." The receptionist say with a polite manner.
Ben stands up, nodding his head towards her.
"Cheers love." Ben says as cheerily as he can.
He starts to walk towards the door at the end of the room, and stops before it. He reaches down to the silver handle, taking a deep breath and wraps his knuckles on the door out of politeness before pushing down the handle and walking in to the room. Dr. Stone sits behind a large oak desk, covered in papers with a computer in the middle of the desk.
"Please take a seat Mr. Jordan." The doctor says standing up and pointing to a seat opposite him.
"Please call me Ben." Ben replies.
Ben takes a seat opposite the doctor and the doctor sits down opposite it him.
"First off Mr.... erm Ben." The doctor says "I'm obliged to tell you that I have a contract in place with Sin City Wrestling to share any medical findings with Mr Ward and Mr Underwood. Aside from that, no one else will know anything at all. A confidentiality agreement was signed to stop them from discussing yours or anyone else connected with their companies medical histories."
Ben waves his hand.
"I get it. I'm not an employee as such, I'm an asset to their company and they need to keep track of assets." Ben tells the doctor. "It's fine, I trust those guys so send them anything you need to."
The doctor smiles towards Ben.
"Excellent. I just need to tell people that first." He says with a warm smile. "Now what's the problem Ben?"
Ben takes a deep breath, looking at the doctor, his mind racing on where to start.
"Well doc..." Ben eventually says. "Lately, I've felt tired for no reason at all, even when I first wake up after twelve hours sleep. I get like a burst of energy for a couple of hours and then I'm ready for bed again."
"Tell me a little about your lifestyle." The doctor says
Ben tilts his head upwards, trying to find the right words.
"Honestly." Ben starts. "It used to be a little hectic. I used to be the party all the time guy, out for a few beers after the shows, up till four in the morning partying, sleeping till the afternoon cause I can. My diet is as most would expect at times, junk food and bar food, until I got back to where I lived then it was occasional cooking. Not exactly a dab hand in the kitchen but have a fair crack at it, but right now, can't face a beer, haven't had a drink in a couple of weeks, thought it might be that that's worn me out a bit."
The doctor types away in to his computer, taking notes on Ben's situation.
"And you appetite now?" The doctor asks.
Ben shrugs his shoulders as he looks at the older man beyond the desk.
"Fairly non existent." He admits. "Anyone who knows me knows I love to have a munch on a pizza, but can't stomach them at all anymore. Used to eat like a horse, now like a mouse. Probably only once a day."
The doctor types again, adding more to his notes.
"I've noticed I've started to ache more without doing too much." Ben adds.
"You are a wrestler Ben." The doctor says. "They put their body through a lot."
Ben shakes his head at the doctor.
"I haven't wrestled in ages doc." Ben says. "I hit the gym a bit but not been in the ring in a while."
"Oh." He says surprised. "I see."
"Yeah." Ben starts "I stepped away a bit, but back in the ring soon, but I'm waking up with random aches and pains without doing anything. I feel like I've been battered by Anthony Joshua and Deontay Wilder at the same time."
"Any particular area?" The doctor asks
Ben shakes his head as he looks at the doctor seriously.
"No." He says firmly. "Just random places, one day it's my shoulder, next day it's my stomach. Woke up with a dirty great bruise on my leg the other day with not a clue where it came from. Not gonna lie doc, feel like I'm falling apart a bit at the moment."
The doctor types something else in to his computer, looking at the screen for a few seconds before looking back up at Ben.
"This could be a number of things." The doctor says. "How are things in your personal life?"
"Stressful." Ben says. "People seem to be turning on me for no reason I can think of, others just disappearing. Feeling a little alone these days and I have suffered with depression, but don't feel like I'm heading down that path again. I'm readjusting the way I am to deal with these issues."
The doctor nods his head slowly.
"Depression does throw ones usual rhythm out at times." The doctor says to Ben "It takes away appetite, which in turn makes you feel more lethargic than usual."
Ben again shakes his head at the doctor.
"I don't feel depressed doc." Ben says "Mentally, I feel alright, just making the change from being around people constantly to being on my own, but I don't feel down about it, I'm accepting it all and taking it in my stride. This isn't mental, it's physical, I know it is. I shouldn't wake up feeling like I've been awake for twenty four hours, I shouldn't have to rely on buckets full of coffee or Red Bull to keep me going."
"Have you been taking anything for the pain?" The doctor asks
"Just run of the mill over the counter painkillers." Ben says. "I don't touch the illegal stuff to kill pain, not worth the long term effects on the body."
The doctor types more on his computer.
"Any illegal drug use in the past?" The doctor asks Ben.
"Nah." Ben says truthfully. "Was never my thing. I know where I grew up, drugs were everywhere in boozers. It's worse today back home, can't walk in to a pub without some snivelling little run sitting there offering to sell ya anything ya could possibly want but the pub I owned that my dad passed down, zero tolerance policy on that stuff. Would rather have a place full of good people spending on beer than having them scared off by a bunch of people on the Colombian marching powder."
The doctor looks across at Ben confused by his comment, but Ben runs his finger under his nose. The doctor smiles and nods, now understanding what Ben meant.
"I see." The doctor asks. "Are you a smoker?"
Ben shakes his head firmly.
"Not recently." He replies. "The odd smoke years ago, but not now. Packed that in a while ago when I thought about becoming a wrestler. Wasn't much for it when I did smoke."
The doctor types more in to the computer and looks up towards Ben.
"So just alcohol?" The doctor asks.
"Nothing but..." Ben starts. "Never been in to anything else and that happened as a social thing more than anything."
"Well there's a lot to go on there, but it's also very vague." The doctor admits. "But I can refer you somewhere for tomorrow for a few tests."
Ben holds up his hand, stopping the doctor in his tracks.
"I don't want a few tests doc." Ben starts. "I want them all, literary everything possible, no messing around. Blood tests, scans on every part of me, the absolute lot, and I need results back as soon as possible. Next week, I'm on a cruise ship for a week, so need everything back pretty much right away."
"Ben..." The doctor starts apprehensively "Those kind of tests and getting results rushed through is an expensive procedure. We're talking tens of thousands without any potential treatment that might be needed and these tests will need to be paid for immediately."
"It won't be a problem doc." Ben says. "I have money, that's never a problem at all. I could very easily pay for it after the tests, no instalment plan needed. I'll just pay up whatever it costs and not worry about it. Pay for a peace of mind, don't ya?"
The doctor looks at Ben though weary eyes, not sure what to make what Ben said.
"Honestly." Ben starts "It's not a big deal, I have the cash, don't need one of those go fund me things, or crowd funding, or anything else online beggars use to pay their rent, or anything like that. I don't need to sit and ask people for cash, my money is in check and can pay for the lot instantly. All that needs to be done is set up so that all the tests can be done in one day and results can get back to me somehow as soon as possible."
Dr. Stone looks at a serious looking Ben with astonishment as he still can not believe what he's hearing from the man in front of him.
"This could take an entire day Ben." The doctor says "We're talking hours, with a lot of blood to be taken, lots of tests to be done if you want everything done."
"I'm alright with that." Ben says honestly. "I got a free day tomorrow so might as well get it all done at once, then Sunday I'm off to sea so will have plenty of time to recover from it all. Plus where I randomly feel like sleeping, shouldn't be a problem to rest a fair bit. Ship don't sail till Sunday evening, so I can proper rest up before then."
The doctor looks reluctant to put Ben through all of those tests, but eventually relents.
"Ok than." He says. "I will speak to a private clinic today that deals with exclusive clients not too far from here. I will call you in a little while with all the information that you need and what a potential cost is after I consult with the doctors there. Are you sure you want to put yourself through that?"
Ben nods firmly
"Yeah mate." Ben says confidently. "Never know, might just save my life. Rather have it all done at the same time than coming backwards and forwards all the time, getting pulled around like crazy, might as well take the hit and get on with it and have a peaceful week next week."
The doctor slowly shakes his head.
"There's not many people who would put themselves through that amount in one day." The doctor informs him.
"What can I say?" Ben says with a smile. "I'm not like everyone else. Might as well get it all done at once."
"Very well." The doctor says "I will contact you with the information a little later, but again, once the results come back to me, I will have to inform Mr Ward and Mr Underwood."
"Not a problem." Ben says with a smile. "Thank you Doctor"
Ben reaches out a hand to shake the doctors hand and the camera comes back to Ben, now sitting in a chair with Bear sitting by his side.
"So yeah" Ben starts "Putting myself through all that on Saturday, but one way to find out what the hell is going on. For now though, I'm focused on Jon Dough."
Ben smiles.
"Big matches, big opponents. That's what it's all about. Not messing around with Caleb Storms in the rubbish matches, but getting in the ring with champions and that's exactly what I get to do at Summer XXXTreme VI. I get to get in the ring with a champion, and trust me, it's not easy being a champion in SCW, constantly walking around with a target on your back. Being a champion in SCW is a huge deal, it's competitive, it's full of people who turn up, thinking they were the nuts somewhere else, and figuring out fast that they were a big fish in a little pond, where as SCW is full of sharks. That's right where I wanna be, in the ring with one huge shark."
Ben puts his hands together as if mimicking shark fins.
"Jon Dough is that, he is one huge shark." Ben says seriously "Massive shark and I get to swim with him. I'm actually honoured to do that and it's a massive chance to prove myself against a top guy and that's what I intend to do. I gotta back up my words and go in there and do all I can to be successful, if not, it's just not worth being there, is it?"
Ben shakes his head.
"And I'm not silly enough to think I can walk in there and just take the title like it's nothing, I am fully aware on what waits for me in that ring." He says with a slight nod of his head. "That's where people go wrong. They show up and think they can do what they want. Nah mate, Jon is a top guy and should be treated as one. He should be treated as something special because he is just that. I used to be special, I used to be a big shot, I used to stand out in the crowd, rather than just be one of them and Jon mate, this is my chance to do that again, to stand out, to not be a face in the crowd, but to be THE face in the crowd. It's what I feel I need to do and it's what I know I can do."
Ben leans back in the chair.
"People have knocked me for months, moaned like little girls about me stepping up to face you, out of pure jealousy." He says. "I don't need to sit there and tell you why a cry baby Caleb Storms is, you already know that. A lot have doubted me and my intentions, so this is where I stick to fingers up to them and show them they're wrong to doubt me. This is that kinda match where I need to sit there and show the world I'm not a Caleb Storms, all talk, only to get beat later in the night. I need to show them who I am and what I can do, and Jon, you know me, you know I'm true to my word, you know I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna show them all that I can and will do that. I'm bringing everything I got at Jon."
Ben now leans forward in his chair.
"I'm expecting a war." He says. "I'm not expecting a picnic here, and I know you're not either. I know this is not usually me, I don't usually do roulette matches so I know this could be anything at all but I'm up for it. I've run a million different scenarios in my head about what kinda match it could be, and some of them are frankly mind boggling, but I've also got mentally ready for all of them, I've got mentally ready for anything that can be thrown at me. I know with my luck it's gonna be a blood and guts kinda thing, and I'm ok with that, it's not gonna stop me from doing what I need to do, and what I need to do is win."
Ben looks a Bear, who looks back at him. Ben nods his head towards he faithful dog.
"I need to win, I need to get across that line with my hand held high." Ben says. "I need to show everyone I ain't the past, but I'm the future. I need to show everyone I'm not old and finished but I'm just getting started and this is my way to do just that. I need to show everyone I'm ready for this, that I'm up for the challenge cause god knows, the real fans know, and I know that I'm more than capable of it."
Ben pauses for a few seconds
"The doubters, the Storms and Salco's of this world need to look close at this match and see all the trash they've been talking to try and take a little of my spotlight, was pointless." Ben says seriously. "Because at Summer XXXTreme, I will be getting in the ring with Jon Dough, I will be giving it my all and that Roulette title may just be mine. Football might not be coming home, but that Roulette championship just might be."
Ben smiles.
"So there you have it people." Ben says with a smile. "Those words should give you more to be excited for, more to look forward to, because Summer XXXTreme VI, is gonna be one hell of a show, but I kid you not, me and Jon, we plan on stealing that show one way or the other. We plan on making everyone remember for years to come, that we were on it and we were the highlights of the night."
Ben nods his head firmly.
"Anyway people, time for me to get some shut eye cause tomorrow's gonna be a tough one." He tells the fans watching at home. "So you lot have a blinding weekend and I will catch you all some time next week."
Ben winks at the camera.
"Laters people."
The scene fades to black.