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Climax Control Archives / Never too rich to make new friends
« on: July 01, 2016, 02:50:28 PM »
 
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The afternoon sun beats down on the roof of a burgundy colored 2016 Porsche Cayman S, a car owned by SCW tag team champion, Jamie Dean. The camera cuts to inside the car, where Jamie sits behind the steering wheel, wearing white, Khaki shorts and a bright purple, button up shirt open just at the sternum, while his tag team partner, Ben Jordan sits in the passenger seat wearing a silver suit and white shirt. Jamie keeps his eyes on the road as he talks to Ben. A camera in the car records their conversation.

"So how was London?" Jamie asks.

"Wasn't bad" Ben says with a shrug "Rained a lot, got warm a lot, had storms and the usual shit. The beer was better than over here as usual. Good old birthday drink for someone, bit of a hangover the next day. Pretty much the usual."

Jamie turns the car around a corner, slowing down behind a car in front.

"Thanks for getting me from the airport and letting me crash at yours for a couple of days." Ben says sincerely. "I didn't fancy a walk from the airport"

"One day you might buy a car of your own." Jamie comments.

"No point mate." Ben fires back "I don't live here. I'm not in London enough to have a car there, don't really need a car in Havana, everything I need is on my doorstep really, and I ain't in America enough to really own one. It'll just sit there getting all dusty."

"Ever thought about getting a place in America?" Jamie asks

Ben runs his fingers down his suit jacket.

"Not a point at this time mate." Ben says back slowly "I'm only contracted for SCW until after Summer XXXTreme IV, you know what's been whispered about concerning the tag titles, so I don't know my future at the moment."

Jamie rolls his eyes.

"People do need to keep their noses out." Jamie says firmly "But you've been offered a new contract right?"

"Yeah." Ben quickly replies, running his fingers through his hair "Christian ain't mucking around with me at this point. Last time, ran in to the last few weeks of my deal, and by the time we was done, I wasn't in the ring for a bit at the start of the year, but he let me be on the show. This time with a month or so to run, firm offer on the table and with no need to really sit down and discuss things. Contracts a good un son."

The car accelerates, overtaking one in front.

"So why haven't you signed it?" Jamie asks "It's not like you're in a bad spot right now with the company, well respected and people seem to be drawn to you lately."

A smile crosses Ben's face.

"Drawn to me?" Ben responds innocently.

"I see the way Sammi looks at you, I see the way Evie flirts with you." Jamie starts "Plus I've seen that woman on Twitter keep asking you out for dinner every chance she gets. You could be a right dirty dog."

Jamie wipes a fake tear from his eye.

"I could be so proud of ya." He says with a mocking tone of sadness, causing Ben to smile.

"Turn it in son." Ben says cheerily. "Sammi and I are friends, Jade who keeps asking me to dinner seems nice, but I don't know her."

"And Evie?" Jamie says.

"Evie..." Ben starts before trailing off "Evie kinda reminds me of like an east end bird, with an Aussie accent. She's fun, she's bubbly, she has no filter and that's what women are like back in the east end boozers. She reminds me of home, but I'm sure it's a front and no interest in me like that, she's just a banter bird, and what Cockney don't like a bit of banter?"

"And that's it?" Jamie asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I am a man of the people." Ben says "I like talking to people, that's it really."

"You was both in London at the same time...." Jamie comments, while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not gonna lie." Ben starts "I did see her for about an hour. SCW are smart old dogs and set up a signing over there, and while we was both there and we ran in to each other but that was about it. Stop it now, or you're gonna give Tommy Knocks more to talk about."

Ben laughs and Jamie smiles.

"So how's things been here since I've been gone." Ben asks.

A moment of silence fills the car as Ben looks at Jamie.

"I'm getting there." Jamie says solemnly

"Well if you need to get away for a bit..." Ben starts "Come on over to Cuba, spend all day on the beach looking at geezers in Speedos all day."

An approving nod comes from Jamie's head as he looks towards Ben as Jamie stops the car at a traffic light.

"Trust me mate..." Ben starts "There would be no Cuban safe when you get out there in Havana."

Another nod of approval comes from Jamie's head as he turns the corner.

"Anyway, are you sure it's all good to hang at yours?" Ben asks.

"That's like asking if the sky is blue." Jamie replies quickly. "Besides, I have a surprise for you."

Jamie stops outside of a large, three story brick building in the heart of the historic district of Pacific Palisades. A building surrounded by the city life of this suburb of Los Angeles, and which housed Jamie’s home, a 1,000 square foot loft that, unlike some of the others in the Academy Lofts, Jamie did not rent, but owned outright. Jamie was not a fan of narrow spaces, nooks and crannies, but preferred open space. Plus, he just loved loft homes, much more so than an actual house.

Ben could admit he saw why Jamie favored this way of living, given the neighborhood and the quaint, old world style style to the building.

"A surprise?" Ben asks with a raised eyebrow

Jamie smiles widely at a confused looking Ben.

"Your biggest fan is inside waiting for you." Jamie says with a huge grin on his face.

Ben closes his eyes, breathing deeply as Jamie laughs at him.

"Please tell me you're having a bubble?" Ben says slowly.

"A what now?" Jamie asks inquisitively.

"A bubble bath." Ben says "Cockney for a laugh."

"Oh..." Jamie trails off "No, she's there waiting for you. I told her you was staying with me and she wanted to be here to greet you."

"Ah mate" Ben says throwing his arms in the air "You saw what she was like last time. I nearly gave the woman a heart attack or something."

Another smile crosses Jamie's tanned face.

"Oh it wasn't that bad." Jamie argues "You can't help it if you're that popular."

"But.... But...." Ben stumbles out.

Ben sighs deeply

"You remember what happened..... Right?" Ben says slowly.

"Oh I remember...." Jamie replies



You know that fancy temporal stasis thing that Ben Jordan does? The time freeze people, the time freeze! Sheesh! Try and discuss science with a bunch of kids! Well we're about to see yet another talent bestowed upon the many within the world of wrestling -- the time rewind. Yes, flashbacks can be quite beneficial when linking the past to the present to better tell a story, so let's do it to it, shall we?

Los Angeles, California, thirty minutes outside of Jamie's own coastal neighborhood of Pacific Palisades.

"So, mind telling me what we're doing here on this detour instead of heading straight to your place?" The voice of Ben Jordan asked as the wine colored 2016 Porsche Cayman S pulled into an empty parking space just outside of a spacious apartment community.

"We're here to meet some friends of mine." Jamie answered with a coy wink as he turned the engine to his car off, and reached for the door handle. "I have a surprise for one of them, and you're it."

Ben gave Jamie a shifty look as he followed suit and stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind him. With a flick of the thumb on his keys, Jamie locked his vehicle and set the alarm before heading for the gated community with Ben following suit. As Ben observed his surroundings, he noted the plaque on the front of the gate, reading "Orsini Apartments." There had to be at least four three story buildings behind the gates, safe and secured. As Jamie slid a key card into the slot of the lock on the left side of the gate, he gained access and held the door for the awaiting Cockney King.

"After you!"

"Sneakin' for a look at me arse again, aren't ya?"

"Well Christ Ben," Jamie chuckled as he stepped into the community, allowing the gate to swing shut behind him. "If you already knew that then why act so surprised?"

The SCW World Tag Team Champions maneuvered their way around the paths within, walking past no less than two heated swimming pools and a large gym and picnic area. Palm trees seemed to be the motif as they appeared to be -- everywhere -- on this property, but never the less, the clean land and flora everywhere impressed Ben as he observed, "Nice place."

"Just let me know if you see Justin so I can hide."

Ben almost came to a stop as he turned a side eye to his friend and partner and cocked an eyebrow, "That guy lives here too?"

"Yes." Jamie sighed. "But don't worry. He has nothing to do with this surprise."

Satisfied, Ben nodded as the pair arrived finally at a particular apartment door on the second floor of the third building where Jamie knocked hard. Jamie turned to ben and smiled, "Word of warning. Kathy is the only wrestling fan in this little group and her favorite just so happens to be..." He twirled his finger in the air and poked Ben lightly on the chest.

"Ah," Ben nodded with a smile of his own. "A lady of taste."

The pair could hear footsteps from behind the door and only a moment later, the door swung open and a short but stocky woman with rather butch qualities was standing before the two. She was older than Jamie by about a fair fifteen years if Ben would hazard a guess, which he never would being a gentlemen and all. Her dark hair was cut short and she wore a pale blue tank top and white shorts. If Ben had to guess, he'd bet this woman could handle herself in a scrap, and she could. Jamie had once told him his friend Sandra was a bouncer at the nightclub he worked at. But the sparkle in her eyes lit up her face as she laid eyes on Jamie told him all he'd need or want to know about the woman.

"Sweetpea!" Sandra called aloud as she reached her arms out and drew a willing Jamie into a tight embrace, even lifting his buddy off of his feet in the process, causing Ben's eyes to widen just a hint. Jamie laughed as she gave him a squeeze and set him back down onto his feet.

Jamie turned to Ben and set a hand on his shoulder, introducing the pair, "Ben, I want you to meet probably my closest friend, Sandra King. Or as I like to call her, 'Ma!'" Jamie draped an arm around the woman for a quick cuddle and Jamie followed up, "Ma, this is Ben Jordan."

Sandra smiled and took Ben's already outstretched hand and said, "Well any friend of Sweetpea's is a friend..." Then the name hit her, also with the familiarity of Ben's handsome face. She blinked and her eyes opened wider, "Oh shit!"

"Beg pardon?" Ben looked at her quizzically before he found himself pulled inside of the apartment, with a smiling Jamie following suit and shutting the door behind him. It was a very nice apartment, Ben observed. Large, open space with bright colors and a soft carpeting. Tasteful and not overdone, Ben decided. But he was drawn from his private observations with Sandra's words...

"Kathy is going to...!" The older woman almost seemed a giddy schoolgirl in her bubbling excitement. She turned around and called out, "Kathy! Get out here!"

"What is it!?" Another woman's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"We got company!" Sandra answered back. These boisterous shouting matches must be the norm, and judging by Jamie's smile, he was fully inoculated to the habit.

"Oh for..." And a woman stepped out of the kitchen, drying a dish in her hand with a colorful rag in the other hand. She was taller than Sandra, a bit leaner too with red hair. Her eyes fell on Jamie and like Sandra, her face lit up and she smiled, "Hi Sweetpea! I..." Then she noticed the man standing at Jamie's side and her face went slack, as did her fingers as the plate fell from her grasp and broke on the dining room's tile floor! Jamie erupted into a fit of laughter as he danced around like a little boy on Christmas morning. Ben turns his head towards Jamie, his eyebrow raised before looking back at the woman, slowly raising his hand in a hi signal, his face in a state of confusion.

"Oh GOD it was worth it!"

"Ahhh!" Kathy suddenly broke into a sprint and dove onto Jamie, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist! Sandra barked out a fit of laughter and Ben backed up a number of surprised steps so as not to get bowled over by the woman's enthusiasm. "I LOVE you!" She loudly proclaimed!

"DO YOU LOVE ME!?"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"How MUCH do you love me!?" Jamie yelled back, not even having to hold onto her as her arms and legs were woven tightly enough around him to support herself. Ben was surprised enough that his friend was able to remain upright and not be knocked to the floor by the woman's enthusiasm.

"Is this normal?" Ben scratched behind his ear as he murmured to Sandra. She just chuckled and answered, "For these two? Yes."

Finally Kathy unwrapped her legs from Jamie's waist and her feet again landed on the floor. She turned to ben with a smile that rarely was seen aside from the youngest adn most heartfelt of fans. It was like staring into the face of a little girl who also so happened to be a fan of his.

"Ben," Jamie started to introduce. "This is Kathy Greene. Kathy?" She looked to him with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "I don't imagine I have to tell you who this hot piece of tail is."

"Hot piece of..." Ben shook his head at Jamie's way with words and approached the duo with his hand offered. "Kathy? Nice to..." And Ben suddenly found the woman jumping on him, wrapping him up much like she just did to Jamie! Ben waves his arms around wildly behind the woman’s back, his eyes on Jamie, mouthing inaudible words towards him, before slowly patting the excited Kathy on the back softly.

And what would a visit be without some friendly socializing? A bit of time had passed, and as soon as Jamie and Sandra could pry Kathy from off of Ben, the four found themselves seated in the women's living room, snacking on fruit salad and drinking coffee.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." Kathy smiled, although she was feeling a hint of embarrassed remorse over her reaction to meeting her wrestling idol. "It's just that you're my favorite and the first wrestler I ever met!"

"A-HEM!" Jamie frowned, clearing his throat quite audibly. "What about me?"

Kathy waved him off, "You don't count."

"Well fuck you!" Jamie laughed.

Kathy turned and took up the gauntlet in good humor, "No, fuck YOU!"

"You couldn't handle the ride." Jamie reached for his coffee and sat back with satisfaction.

Kathy turned to Ben who was taking a drink of his own coffee, and she quipped, "Shit, I can't even handle the thought."

A splutter comes from Ben after taking a sip at the wrong time, coffee running over his face as he slowly shakes his head.



"The woman wouldn't let me go." Ben says to Jamie with a chuckle

"And there's me thinking you was a people person" Jamie retorts with a cocked lip.

"I am" Ben admits "But mate, I usually take a selfie, say how ya doing and I'm on me merry way. Mate, she was looking at me like a dog who's just seen the juiciest bone in the world"

Jamie tilts his head as he looks at Ben, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Yeah, poor choice of words" Ben says slowly "Regretted it as soon as it left my mouth."

"Look on the brightside" Jamie starts "There's not many hardened lesbians that would look at a man that way."

"I take that as a compliment" Ben says with a smile "Anyway my old son, we have a camera in here so time to do the old promo thing I think before we head up in there and I end up as a chew toy."

"Can I do the clicking thing?" Jamie asks, looking at the people walking around the outside of the car.

Ben shrugs his shoulders and Jamie clicks his fingers. And immediately the world outside sped up like it was on a racetrack on hyper speed! Jamie cast a sidelong glance to Ben and asked, “That’s not right, is it?”

"Jesus christ man" A shocked tone dripping from Ben's voice "This looks like I've just taken a bad pill."

Ben quickly kicks his finger and the scene outside the car stops.

"That was like an acid trip." Ben says with a laugh. "Right now watch and learn the art of a promo. I know this isn't how you usually do it but sod it."

Ben looks down the camera mounted in the front of the car.

"Just straight down the camera and confident" He says before clearing his throat "And always start with a hook line"

Ben straightens his collar

"Alright people" He says with a smile.

Ben fires a quick thumbs up

"It's been a crazy ol' week for me, being back home and now here where me tag partner here has picked me up so that we can focus on one thing." He says holding up one finger "And that is focusing on getting ready to defend our tag team championship against."

Ben looks towards Jamie.

"What's his name?" Ben asks

"Jon Dough" Jamie says dryly.

Ben rolls his eyes.

"Not that one" Ben says sarcastically "The other one with the funny name."

"Eyesnsane" Jamie pronounces perfectly, forcing Ben in to a confused look.

"Isatope?" Ben responds

"Sure buddy" Jamie says "You can call him that if you want."

Ben scratches the side of his head.

"I'll just call him Dave." Ben says with a shrug "Everyone knows a Dave, so he's now Dave"

Jamie nods in agreement, humoring his tag team partner.

"I'ma go ahead and talk about Jon first." Ben decides "A lot of people don't know this but I've known Jon Dough for a while backstage, he's been around for a bit and I got mad respect for the man for being a tag team champion in the past."

"Mad respect?" Jamie asks with a lowered eyebrow.

"It's a London thing" Ben explains "It means I respect him."

"Still, mad respect." Jamie says with a sharp turn of his head.

"I'm just gonna ignore the plonker in the driving seat there." Ben says with a hand up to Jamie. "But I respect any fella who goes out of his comfort zone and teams with people he don't know and wins a championship not just once, but twice. Lethal Lottery was a thing back then so to team with both Aaron Matthews and Lucian Frost and still win, it makes this geezer dangerous. It makes this geezer set and ready to go, got the championship experience, so I will not be taking Jon lightly at all, but what makes him more dangerous is the simple fact that he's teaming with a mate, someone he can trust."

Jamie listens to Ben, slightly nodding his head, agreeing with his assessment.

"So anyone out there who thinks it's a guarantee me and JD are gonna walk through this match with ease, needs their head testing." Ben says with a calm manner. "This is why the next few days, me and him and gonna work our bollocks off to make sure that we walk out of here with our championship belts. It ain't gonna be easy, we know this because we are more than aware of what Jon can do."

Ben quickly turns his head to Jamie.

"Which reminds me." Ben says to Jamie "Did you get the tapes of Jon Dough matches?"

Jamie rolls his eyes.

"Tapes?" Jamie says with a cocked eyebrow "What is this? 1980? I have Jon Dough matches up there"

"Ok, good." Ben says "See, this is how determined we are to show you all we're ready to go above and beyond. We will be watching every tape.... Well video to see every weakness you have Jon and show you that we can exploit 'em and go on and keep the titles. We worked our arses off to get them, worked even harder to go through hell, getting smacked around with all kinda weapons from Raab and Samuel, and dear god did they hit hard. We walked in to their den and walked out battered and bruised, but the titles were pulled out with us Jon. We know you're good, we're not stupid enough to think otherwise, but we will walk out with our titles again. We know you got something decent about ya, but so have we. We're the champions for a reason and we will stay as champions Jon. I look forward to facing ya, but sorry old mate, the belts are coming home with us."

Ben tilts his head confidently and Jamie quickly gives him a thumbs up.

"And now you Dave." Ben says scratching the side of his head.

Ben frowns.

"Now I admit..." Ben starts "I admit that I know very little about you pal. I did however jump on the good ol' SCW site on the way over and grabbed your bio, and mate, I get it, you're a confused soul. Teaming with a good guy, but a bit of a loose cannon, ready to fire at any time."

Ben holds his finger up to Jamie.

"No jokes please." Ben quickly says.

A disappointed Jamie turns away.

"You are a bit of a loose cannon." Ben says confidently "You are the guy that no one knows what's about to happen next, no one knows how far you're willing to go, and this is what makes facing you like stepping into the unknown. Plus we know that this is your first title shot here in SCW and you will be willing to go that extra mile, just to add your name to the long list of champions in SCW, but going into the unknown is nothing new to us. We have all bases covered because the SCW tag roster has exploded. We haven't faced The Acquins, or Bad Company before. Going into a match with them is us stepping into the unknown, and we are more than ready for this Dave, we are prepared to take on the world. You might be the craziest person in the tag team division, you could be ranked near the top of the crazies in SCW, and there's a lot of them, but Dave mate, I'm gonna be honest with ya. When it comes to these tag titles, I will do what I can to keep my hands on them, I will hold on until my fingers bleed. Crazy or not mate, we're champions for a good reason. We're champions because we're the best at what we do and we will walk out on Sunday with the championship belts still in our possession."

Ben turns his head to Jamie

“Your turn son” He says to Jamie. “Be confident and talk straight at the fans and opponents as if they’re right there listening.”

Ben wags his finger at the camera

Jamie shrugged, then started to speak, “Well I don’t know what I can add to what you’ve already said Ben. My first instinct was to make light of the fact that Jon and Eyesnsane only got one win before they were given a title shot, but then I remembered that I got one in my first match back. So that shot that plan in the ass.”

Ben snorted back a laugh as Jamie went on.

“We’ve seen Jon. Hell, as I recall, Jon Dough was my opponent in my second ever match in SCW. My first match was against…” Jamie jetted a thumb ironically towards his now tag team partner. “And I remember that match against Jon. I remember he’s a hard striking S-O-B, but I also remember that it wasn’t his arm that got raised at the end of the night. Back then, Jon was where I am now; one-half of the Tag Team Champions.”

Ben added, “And still you won.”

Jamie nodded, “Still I won, but the guy didn’t make it easy then, and I don’t doubt he won’t make it easy now. Guy like that? No face, no memory? He has everything to gain and everything to lose, which just makes him all the more dangerous to handle inside of the ring. Still, this time won’t be any different than the last, save for the fact that he has someone at his back, and so do I. The prospects just make things more exciting, and hell, even when they go down…” jamie waggled his eyebrows. “... in defeat ya pervs, Jon boy still has another chance to get a shot at Summer XXXTreme IV in that tag tourney they have going to see who’d be our best challenger. So no hard feelings, Jon.”

Ben sighed and shook his head, “Do all your promos have these double meanings?”

Jamie gave Ben a funny look, “Have you met me?”

“Touche’!”

Jamie went on, “But that Eyesnsane guy?” He shook his head. “I’ve got almost nothing on him, except the simple fact he led his team to a win over the Acquins. Joshua and Austin have to have been the best bet going into that one, so beating a brother combination with that kind of experience together speaks volumes for teamwork and capability. Plus, if I’m going to be honest?”

Jamie gave Ben a sidelong glance and used a free hand to twirl a forefinger around his ear.

“Not sure he’s all there, which makes him an even bigger wild card. It’s all good, though. I’d say the best laid out plan would be to keep him out and Jon in. Devil you know, am I right? But still, if Eyesnsane does manage to make his way into the match, and he will, well that’s where Benjamin and my experience will come into play.”

Ben mouthed ‘Benjamin?’ …

Jamie said, “Strike hard, strike fast. And if he wants to play dirty, which I suspect he has no qualms against, then fine. Ben and I won’t cheat outright but teamwork and fighting fire with fire will teach the lad a lesson as to why we’re the champs, and he and Jon will be going back to the drawing board to try and get another chance.”

Jamie looked to Ben with his eyebrows raised questioningly, “How was that?”

Ben jetted out a bottom lip and nodded, “Not bad.”

Jamie sighed in relief, “That’s good, because where promos are concerned, I suck.”

Ben turned to Jamie with a mocking, misty eyed expression on his face, “Why Mister Dean, that’s the best straight line I think you ever gave me.”

Jamie huffed, “I didn’t mean it!”



Inside of the building on the floor that housed Jamie’s home, the cage elevator came to a stop and the door slid open. Out stepped Jamie first, followed by Ben who was carrying his luggage behind him. The pair walked down the narrow corridor to a door that Ben was quite familiar with. Inserting the key into the lock, Jamie gave it a twist, and was about to open it when he paused.

Turning aside, he took hold of Ben by the shoulders and positioned the confused Cockney King in front of the door and stepped casually to the door frame’s right side. With a flick of the door knob, Jamie called out, “We’re…”

And an enthusiastic Kathy Greene jumped into Ben’s arms, taking  the surprised Mister Jordan to the floor!

Jamie continued, “... here!”

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Supercard Archives / TEAM BJ (c) v MONSTIMALS
« on: June 02, 2016, 11:35:48 AM »
 Continued right on from Jamie's amazing work there.

Ben's eyes widen as he watches in shock at Jamie's actions, the perfect punch connecting to Justin's jaw and sending him flying across a table. No stranger to seeing bar fights in his time, this one had surprised Ben more than two big guys egging each other on all night, this was out of nowhere and it took a few seconds for the shock to wear off, regaining his senses, Ben quickly jumps in front of Jamie as he tries to approach Justin, trying to force himself past Ben, but Ben holds his ground, his strong shoulders against Jamie's chest. Jamie puts his hand on Ben's face and tries to push him to one side, but Ben locks his arms around Jamie.

Jamie: Let me go Ben!

Ben: Will I bollocks!

Jamie again tries to force his way past Ben in the hotel lobby, but Ben keeps his arms locked around Jamie, feeling the eyes of everyone in the lobby looking at the commotion. Jamie struggles trying to pull Ben's arms off him but Ben stands firm, turning his head to where Amy Marshall and Sam Marlowe stand, both surprised by Jamie's actions. Ben calls out to them.

Ben: Check on him, make sure he's not dead or something.

Sam and Amy turn their attention towards Justin on the floor, surrounded by broken wood and glass. Ben turns his head back around, spying security making a move towards the group.

Ben: Fuck this.

Ben reaches down and lifts Jamie over his shoulder with a fireman's carry, throwing his tag team partner over his shoulder as security approaches. Ben quickly speaks to them.

Ben: Don't worry, I got this and I'll pay for the damages later.

Jamie struggles on Ben's shoulder as he starts to wiggle his legs.

Jamie: I never thought I'd say this to you Ben, but put me down.

Ben: Ah shut up and enjoy the ride.

Ben moves through the lobby with Jamie on his shoulders, weaving in and out of people as he looks for a place to take Jamie. He spies a sign with the words game room written across it and heads in that direction, moving past someone as they exit. Eyes instantly turn towards Ben and Jamie as they walk in, some commenting on their behaviour, others looking on with curious looks on their faces. Ben sees a free area in the corner of the bar and quickly carries Jamie in that direction, looking around.

Ben: Now if I put you down, are you gonna keep on starting?

Jamie: What are you gonna do if you don't put me down? Carry me around like this for the rest of the tour.

Ben: No, just till we get him outta here.

Jamie: Just put me down Ben.

Ben inhales deeply as he places Jamie on the solid flooring, lifting up his head with a look of regret on his face.

Ben: Go on then, do your worst.

Jamie glares at Ben, his eyes narrowed from anger as he stares silently at him.

Jamie: Do my worst? What the hell was you thinking bringing him all the way over to Japan? Why did you think for a second that would be a good idea?

Ben runs his fingers along his chin.

Ben: Well, you've been a miserable bastard lately. You've sat there, you've moped around like a bird who just got dumped at prom for a cheerleader.

Jamie tilts his head at Ben as ben realises what he just said

Ben: Bad choice of words but you look like you threw a fiver in the air and a pound hit ya on the head. You've avoided everyone and everything for this whole tour. Media stuff, you've been half arsed, you've snapped at people like Sam Marlowe, who did nothing wrong other than check on me and not you, which mate, is a piss poor excuse, cause I know Amy checked on you but not me, and I didn't throw me toys out of the pram. Your party lifestyle has nose dived, you've even become distant from me.

Jamie: So you thought that you'd bring him here?

Ben: You was acting like a love sick puppy, moping around and all that bollocks. You was like a little schoolgirl, writing ya name and his name in a love heart on ya school books, so I decided to give ya what you thought you wanted. This tour is rough being away from loved ones mate, I mean I know I don't have loved ones and most of the people I care about are on this tour, but I remember when Emma was working for ASW in Arizona and I was over in England, that coulda played a big part on why she disappeared, I dunno, but I know it put some kinda strain on us, because I wanted to be there, and I was as miserable as fuck back home without her around, and you started to remind me of me and having lived that, and where it led me to, I didn't want it doing the same to you.

Jamie: You should have kept your nose out!

Jamie turns around, his back to Ben as he looks though a tall sliding door leading to a patio area, a tall glass window separating the inside from the outside. He rests his arm on the glass as he looks in to the distance.

Ben: And how was I supposed to know the issues you was going through when ya said fuck all to any of us? You had great people around ya and ya said nothing to no one. Since we got on this tour, you've been quiet as fuck. If you would have told me, or Amy, or anyone else, do you think things woulda gone down like this?

Jamie sighs as he turns back towards Ben, his eyes instantly seeming drawn in and a look of sadness on his usually gleeful face.

Jamie: No but you shouldn't have done that?

Ben: Well maybe you haven't had many surprises in ya life, but that son is how they work. You don't tell the other person about them until they happen, it's meant to make them smile rather than punch people in the boat.

Jamie: Well how was I meant to react when he...

Jamie trails off as he turns away from Ben, looking blankly in to the distance once more. Ben bites he's lower lip in thought.  

Ben: Well walking away would have saved ya bruising ya knuckles. That mighta been a better option than knocking him half way across the lobby.

Jamie turns back to Ben, his eyes narrowed as he looks at his fellow Tag Team Champion.

Jamie: How would you have felt if I brought Emma here and surprise Ben? You looked miserable so here's someone who used to make you happy.

Ben grits his teeth, looking towards Jamie but keeps his cool as he replies calmly.

Ben: Loaded question son. One you'd have to find her and fuck knows where she is these days. I tried for a while and failed and I'm not the kinda bloke that wants to sit there and get a million answers from a bird who just decides to up and leave, but let's play it your way. If you did that, one, I'd wanna know why considering this is a completely different situation, but if it was the same, I'd have booted you so hard in the bollocks, you'd have been sounding like a girl for the rest of ya life.

Jamie takes a step towards Ben, his eyes burning deep in to Ben's own eyes.

Jamie: So instead of booting you, I punched him, big deal.

Jamie shrugs his shoulders towards Ben but Ben rolls his eye.

Ben: Well maybe you shoulda punched me instead of him for setting this up. I was the one who saw you moping around, I was the one who decided to go send him a plane ticket, I was the one who told him where we are, so maybe you shoulda lumped me instead of him. You see JD, I'm the one to blame for him being here, not him. Didn't you even speak to him about this shit?  

Jamie: No, I just left it. I didn't know what to do. We've been trying to be more committed and now this, I didn't know what to really do.

Ben moves closer to Jamie, putting his hand on his shoulder and talking in a soft voice.

Ben: I'm no relationship expert mate, I mean look how me last one turned out, but the way I gotta look at it is this is something you should have spoke to him about, even if it meant flying back for a couple of days, giving him a wallop there and coming back over here. Honestly, if you'd have told me about this, I still woulda been tempted to have flown him over here.

Jamie tilts his head, looking towards Ben with a slight look of confusion on his sad face

Jamie: What? Why?

Ben: So I coulda met him at the airport and lump him myself.

Jamie half heartedly smiles at Ben.

Ben: Amy woulda done the same. I wouldn't be shocked if she's not kicking his 'aris out there right now, she's a firecracker but a protective one. Wouldn't be shocked one little bit if she's not battering the daylights out of him as we speak.

Jamie stays quiet, not sure what to say to Ben.

Ben: Fact is mate, he came over here not exactly knowing if you'd been told. Those mates of yours you was talking about, it must have ran through his mind that they could have told you about this and that you could be pissed at him, but he still came over here anyway without actually knowing what you know. I mean if a bird is screwing around on me...

Jamie: She's have to be stupid, because it's you.

Signs of the old Jamie seem to return, causing a smile from the cockney.

Ben: That's more like the you we know and love. As I was saying, if a bird was screwing around on me and I suspect one has done in the past, and me mates found out about it, as long as she wasn't banging one of me mates, cause they wouldn't have told me about it, but my other mates would have come and told me. He musta had an inkling that your mates would have come to you and let ya know what was going on, but he still came here, knowing you coulda kicked his arse in to the middle of next week.

Jamie curls his lower lip on the left side.

Jamie: Maybe...

Ben: But he showed up here with a smile on his face until you knocked him bandy across the room and on to his arse. He musta come here wondering if ya knew or not.

Jamie: What's your point Ben?

Ben: My point mate is a word in his shell like mighta been better than whacking him across a room full of witnesses. This one goes back to the bosses or the media.

Jamie quickly cuts things off.

Jamie: Then I'll deal with it, but I was just so pissed at seeing him, something over took me.

Ben puts his hand up, stopping Jamie in his tracks.

Ben: You don't have to explain yourself to me mate. I got the Millwall blood in me, some times we react before thinking and have to deal with a shit load of stuff afterwards. Sometimes things like this just happen and we can't control it. That famous red mist kicks in and before ya know it, some poor geezer is on their arse. Grew up in boozers mate, that was tame compared to some of the stuff I've seen. Even recently when I popped back home for the football, all kicked off because some geezer burped in another geezers ear and wouldn't say sorry, before ya knew it, tables and chairs were flying everywhere.

Ben quickly looks at the camera.

Ben: True story people.

Ben turns back to Jamie, looking at his friend.

Jamie: Over a burp?

Ben: Over a burp.

Jamie: You cockneys would fight over anything.

Ben tilts his head, trying to think of a reason to argue Jamie's statement but seemingly come up blank. He shrugs his wide shoulders.

Ben: Missing the point here son, my point is that it's all good to be red misty eyed over some situations, but this mighta been one where you sat back, put ya feet up and chilled just a bit before knocking him on his jacksey. He seemed happy to see ya before you knocked him down.

Jamie: That was the look that put me over the edge.

Ben can only nod in agreement with Jamie, knowing the effects that seeing someone happy that has done you wrong, can have on you.

Ben: I get it. Geezer did you wrong and he was all happen, enough to drive ya up the wall and back again. It's almost like they're a bit smug about what they've done and all that stuff but I do have a question to ask ya mate, just the one ya know.

Jamie puts his hands out flat in front of him, urging Ben to go on.

Jamie: Continue.

Ben: Well, you sat there telling us the story and all that, but, and I can see the evidence and all that stuff mate, but did he actually admit to your friend that something happened that night?

Jamie: He didn't get a chance, my friend slapped him.

Ben: And then what? Is there more to the story than you've told us?

Jamie shakes his head sharply before looking up at Ben.

Jamie: No.

Ben: Your friend believed he was lying and yeah, you have no reason not to trust her being like family an' all, but maybe her mind was already made up before that slap heard around the world. I mean ya don't walk up to someone, and give 'em a dig if you haven't already decided that they're guilty. He mighta been able to prove it, but son, I've been there, once you believe something and it's there in ya dome, it's hard to be convinced otherwise, trust me, I'm there with so many things.

Ben just looks at the camera for a few seconds before turning back to Jamie.

Jamie: Forth wall?

Ben: Forth wall.

Ben nods and smiles at Jamie.

Ben: But the thing is mate, it does happen where you're so determined to be right, you overlook the facts and it takes something special to happen to stop ya being paranoid and start listening to the truth.

Jamie walks toward the sliding doors to the outside, moving just to the right, where a table is attached to the window with two chairs next to them. Jamie sits down at one of the chairs and Ben follows, sitting next to him, both men looking out of the window at the people passing by.

Jamie: Why are you defending him Ben?

Ben breathes deeply, still looking out of the window, neither men making eye contact.

Ben: I'm not defending him mate, far from it but at this point, he hasn't admitted it, it's all hear say from what ya friend told ya. Gotta ask yourself if you think he can actually lie to you face or if he's gonna break down in a mess. My guess is the mess thing considering you just whacked him across the bar.

Jamie releases a sigh from his lungs, the breath coming from his body steaming up the window in front of him.

Jamie: I just don't know what to think right now.

Ben puts a reassuring hand on Jamie's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

Ben: I'm sorry I put you in this position mate. If I had known what was going on, I wouldn't have put ya in that. It wasn't done to piss you off or anything. I had the best intentions just to cheer you up and it blew up well and truly in my face. You've just seemed so down lately, felt like I had to do something to try and cheer you up a bit. Wasn't fun seeing you down.

Jamie turns to look at Ben, the events of the last half an hour slowly starting to sink in to his brain.

Jamie: I know you had good intentions, I'm sorry if it caused a scene.

Ben: Nah, was a good shot to be fair, and everyone there can sit and tell their grand kids about the time they saw an SCW wrestler smack someone in a hotel lobby bar and send him flying.

A half smile appears on Jamie's lips as he looks at Ben.

Jamie: I'll pay for the damage later.

Ben shakes his head with a smile as he looks at Jamie.

Ben: Behave, you know how these Japanese people love memorabilia that wrestlers have touched. They probably got all that stuff cleaned up by now and in a trophy cabinet or something. They'll be showing that off to guests for years to come.

Jamie stands up, looking out of the window.

Jamie: I think I need a little time to process all this.

Ben: Be my guest. You know where I am if ya need me.

Ben stands up and Jamie wraps his arms around Ben, causing Ben to hug his friend. Jamie reaches down, grabbing a handful of Ben's rear.

Ben: I see ya getting back to normal.

Jamie nods firmly as he releases the hug and Ben's rear before turning around, walking through the sliding door and outside the hotel. Ben sits back down, hitting his head repeatedly on the table.

Ben: Stupid Ben! Stupid, stupid Ben!

The hand of Sam Marlowe rests upon Ben's shoulder, causing him to turn his head to see Sam holding a bottle of beer and placing it on the table, before moving around and taking the seat vacated by Jamie just a minute before.

Sam: Thought you might be needing this.

Ben sits up straight, looking at the beer in Sam's hand. She pushes the beer towards Ben and he nods in appreciation.

Ben: Thank you.

Sam: You're welcome.

Ben: I didn't 'alf balls that one right up.

A sympathetic look appears on Sam's face as she rests her hand on Ben's shoulder, reassuring him.

Sam: You didn't know Ben.

Ben: I shoulda asked him why he's been so crabby instead of just going out there and doing something beyond crazy like this. I shoulda just gone to him before I did this.

Sam: Don't be too hard on yourself Ben. These things happen.

Ben puts his head on the table again, the disappointment running through his body.

Ben: Still, bad Ben, really bad Ben.

Ben lifts his head up , wrapping his hand around his beer as he looks towards Sam Marlowe, sliding the beer closer to himself.

Ben: How is Justin? Jamie didn't scramble his eggs, did he?

Sam shakes her head at Ben.

Sam: No, he's a little bit confused, a little bit shocked but I'm sure he'll be just fine in a bit. We got him checked in and Amy was helping him to his room.

Ben's eyes widen as he looks at Sam.

Ben: You left him with Amy? Dear God are you sure she's helping him and not dragged him down the back alley to finish the job of kicking the shit out of him? The woman can be mean when she's got the hump and lately, I ain't seen her smile.

Sam: Amy is on her best behaviour for Jamie's sake. She biting her tongue hard at the moment but she won't be sitting there playing nurse maid to him either. She may just get him there and throw his bags at him.

Ben picks up his beer, wrapping his fingers around the cold bottle and lifting it to his lips.

Sam: And how's Jamie?

Ben stares out of the window in front of him, sitting on a grassy hill and looking far in to the distance. He let's out a soft sigh as he looks at Jamie from behind.

Ben: It's hard to say. There's gotta be so many emotions running through him right now, it all seems to get muddled up. We've all had a bit of heart break in our lives, all had to deal with the shame and embarrassment, but it worries me that Jamie hasn't. Come on, who would screw around on a guy like Jamie? Plus this is the first time he's gone for the whole commitment thing and this has happened. I hate to think what's going through his head with all the pain, anger, asking himself why and you know what kicks me more than anything Sammi?

Sam: Hmmm?

Ben: There's not a bloody thing I can do to stop it. I can't stop him from feeling how he feels because my guess is all this is just new to him. and there's not enough words in the world to sit there and explain to him how all this stuff works.

Sam: We all had to do this on our own at some point, Ben. Jamie is a tough cookie, and once he figures it all out in his head, he'll be coming back stronger and knowing just what to do. Do you remember the first time this happened to you?

Ben: Had my heart broke? Yeah, Emma the first time around, haunted me for years.

Sam: But you got over it and moved on.

Ben: Yeah, but I remember how tough it was, I remember those sleepless nights and questioning everything.

Sam: The difference is Ben, you was just a kid. Jamie is older now than you was then. He has been around the world and seen enough to make him more mature than you was back then.

Ben picks up his beer and takes a gulp, placing the bottle back down, his eyes quickly looking back in the direction of Jamie.  

Ben: The whole thing could be my fault completely Sammi. This could be all down to me. Jamie don't see it and if he does, he's too polite to mention it but this could literary be all my fault.

Sam lowers her eyebrows as she looks at a disappointed Ben.

Sam: How do ya figure?

Ben point around the room with the back of his left hand, looking around the people in the games room.

Ben: He's here because of me. He's here because I got him to be here. If I just gave up the tag titles after Jonesy went, knocked around a few lower level single matches, helped a few of the young guys out that turned up, Jamie Dean wouldn't be here. I could have knocked around helping out till the end of June when me contract ran out. I only signed up till the end of the tour last year, and re-signed to win the tag belts with Jonesy till the end of June. I coulda sat around for the last few months without the titles, and left Jamie at home, to where his relationship wouldn't be where it is now, cause he wouldn't have been here in Japan with me, because I wanted to keep going with the tag titles.

Sam: You can't see in to the future, you didn't know this was gonna happen.

Ben: I took the man away from a settled home life to put his body on the line, to end up in a different country while his partner was at home on his own. If I just sat around and helped others until the contract runs out, he wouldn't be dealing with this.

Sam: He didn't have to say yes to do this. He's been a wrestler for a long time, he knew he could make this work out.

Ben takes another mouthful from his bottle before placing it back down on the table.

Ben: Maybe I should just leave when the contract runs out in a months time. That will give Jamie time to clear his head, and give him the time away. I'm sure Christian will let him have a few months out and I can recharge the batteries a bit and come back whenever.

Sam: Don't talk like that! Besides, Jamie can go home on Monday to start sorting this out, or maybe he and Justin can sit and talk and sort it out over here. Everyone gets that week off darlin', nothing stopping him from staying here in that week off. Maybe a different setting will help them both out. As for your contract, that's completely up to you. I can't make that choice for ya, but you do know you're well respected in SCW.  

Ben: Nah, I'm slipping lately love. Proper slipping, it's like the end of the footy seasons, and I've won the league with three games to go and in me mind, I'm already on the beach.

Sam blinks rapidly at Ben, confusion on her face.

Sam: English darlin'? cc

Ben: Oh, erm, being in the last month of my contract, and knowing it was gonna run down soon, I'm already thinking of the summer holidays rather than working. That's what I meant.  

A blank look from Sam's face matches Ben's indifferent look on his face.

Sam: Try again.  

Ben scratches his cheek.

Ben: Ok, cause my contract is coming up, I've been slacking because I know I can take a little time off if I want. It's like when you book your summer holidays, and catch yourself day dreaming about being on the beach instead of being at work, so you just drift through the day. That's been me lately.  

Sam: What makes you say that?

Ben: I had a big match against Samuel McPherson, and instead of taking it as serious as I could off, I pissed off home for the football, came back and got me arse handed to me by someone who I should never have lost to. A lot of the shows, I've done nothing on. I lead Jamie to this situation, and then made it worse, and if ya listen to Tommy Knocks, we've had a falling out.

A smile crosses Sam's face as Ben says the last part.

Sam: Well I don't think we have, or I wouldn't be here.

Ben: Yeah, I like Tommy but seems like a lot of his rumours lately is just shit stirring to make people fall out. I mean J2H and Melody, Mikah and Drake have had bumpy patches because of him. I don't get it. Nice enough bloke, but some of those rumours.

Sam: Well he got that one wrong.

Ben: I know, I just feel like I'm being buried at the moment and can't be arsed to fight back.  

Sam: Well that needs to change on Sunday, because if ya going in to that match with an attitude like that, you could get seriously hurt. Both you and Jamie need to get yourselves in the game for this one because with both your mind sets at the moment, you'll both end up hurt for months to come.  

Ben places his arm around Sam's shoulder.

Ben: What can ya say, Sammi? When ya right, you're right. I do need to focus on the task at hand, because those two ain't gonna come at us with kid gloves and take it all nice and easy on us. They're gonna come out swinging those chairs and whatever else they got planned. I really should talk about it right now.

Sam's eyes widen as she looks at Ben, her finger raised in the air as she waves it at him.

Sam: Don't even think of doing it Ben!

Ben: But I haven't done it in forever!

Sam waves her finger at Ben, side to side.

Sam: Don't do it!

Ben: Don't worry darling, I'll be back with ya in a minute.

Ben winks and clicks his fingers, causing the whole scene to freeze around him. Ben looks down the camera and smiles.

Ben: Don't worry, she won't be mad for too long.

Ben wraps his hand around the beer in front of him.

Ben: Alright people. Hope your week has gone much, much better than mine. Millwall losing in the play off final was absolutely gutting, soul destroying. The fans kicking the daylights out of each other, embarrassing and then there's all this polarva that's happened today. It's not been a blinding time. Before the egg heads sit there and say how can I talk about what happened after Jamie's promo aired, such as the football.... He never dated it, so in yer face.

Ben flashes a cheeky smile at the camera.

Ben: Work with me people, this could all be live for all you know, or I could be a time traveller, that jumped forward, saw the football, came back then recorded this, who knows, who cares, it's witchcraft or breaking forth walls, whatever ya wanna call it, but it does mean I can still use the unwritten rule when it comes to promos.

Ben raises the beer towards his lips.

Ben: You know, that unwritten rule where if you see your opponents promo when there's two weeks of promoing, mentioning his first with your first if both air in week one, just like the second weeks ones shouldn't be ripped about by the second of the second weeks, still with me now people? Good, unwritten rule. I don't expect Raab to stick by that if this one happens to air before his, no doubt he will rip apart all I have to say.

Ben tilts the bottle towards the camera.

Ben: Bad Raab, naughty Raab not playing fair.

Ben moves the bottle towards his lips again.

Ben: But I would expect you to rip on Jamie's promo, which in turn allows me to rip on Samuel, see how it works people with the unwritten rule? Brilliant.

Ben takes a sip of the beer in his hand before moving it away from his face.

Ben: I got to see Samuel's stuff when I was time travelling or whatever, those things are not as instantaneous as television shows make ya believe, and I saw some stuff that left me scratching my head a little bit, but before I get in to that, I'm not a bitter man, I want to say congratulations to you Samuel for defeating me. No one saw it coming, no one expected it, and no one gave you a chance, but you burst out of Lord Raab's shadow like a bat out of hell and you brought it and them some. I'm actually happy you did that because it gave you a chance to show just what you had in the tank and it showed me and Jamie just what you could do out there. We now see you as more dangerous which means we know we must up our game to get through that. You put on a great show, congratulations.

Ben raises the bottle towards the camera.

Ben: Also, please stop kissing in your promos, lads, it's not pretty, kinda makes people feel sick. I'm a big advocate for love, but you know, you're meant to be monsters, and monsters don't get freaky on camera. Just some friendly advice there, it just damages your monster rep. All the lovey dovey stuff really slaughters who you're meant to be.

Ben places the bottle down on the table in front of him.

Ben: Now to the head scratching stuff. Why the bloody hell does Henry give you guys money? I thought he was ya nut nut doctor. Now I've never been to a nut nut doctor, but if I did, I'm pretty sure I'll be paying him money rather than him paying you money. Pretty sure ya both on decent enough contracts that you can pay ya own way. I mean I might let a fan buy me a beer or two, and you two left me in hospital a while back with some extra holes in me face but me doctor didn't buy me dinner. That's a bit of a head scratcher to me boys, really is. Sam would agree with me but she's a bit frozen right now.

Ben smiles at the frozen Sam Marlowe.

Ben: Ain't taking away the number ya did on me, but it didn't really shut my gob up, did it, or I wouldn't be here talking to ya about this stuff, would I? I wouldn't have the Tag Team title in my possession and while I got it, I can still rabbit with the best of 'em. My chin will probably still be wagging months after they put me in the ground, and I might at times sit there and say more than I should and this could very well be one of those times, but I heard that you, Lord Raab, will be leaving after you've captured ever SCW title, that one got my ears pricking up a bit because I don't think I like that idea.

Ben fakes a look of shock on his face.

Ben: I know, I know, odd thing for me to say when people would be glad to wave you off to stop the reputation ruining kisses that you bring, but I ain't one of those people Raab. Ok, yes, I want the kissing to stop on screen, and the public humping, the fans don't need to see that, but because SCW without Lord Raab would be a weaker place, and you mate, you need to consider the fact that without SCW, you would not have improved as much as you have. You came in here at a roulette level and now you're world class because of SCW, you owe SCW. Samuel could be a monster on his own, does that mean you have to leave? No, it doesn't, but it did make me see that the power is in my hands.

Ben grins widely.

Ben: I have the title you need to possess to make this happen, so all I gotta do is keep hold of it to stop you from being the champion you need to be and leaving SCW, so cheers for the extra motivation mate, I think I can handle it.  

Ben winks at the camera wrapping his hand around the beer bottle.

Ben: I like the fact that you two have been taking us seriously, that you've been practicing how to swing a chair and you boys could probably teach a class on that one now, but we can go back to the age old story of brains vs brawn. I mean you have the brawn by a mile, you're strong and with a weapon in your hands, you're dangerous, but having said that, a twelve year old with a knife in his hand is dangerous, thanks society for that, but that doesn't mean you'll get a chance to use that weapon. You can't hit us with a damn thing if you can't catch us. Me and Jamie are not silly people and we know that ya can't hit a moving target, but you didn't think of that when you wanted us to step in to your world. You didn't think of that when you thought weapons would be an advantage to you. Did you think for a second that they may actually be an advantage to us too? Nah, course ya never.

Ben drops his head and shakes it.

Ben: I see from your side of the fence boys. You're big, you're strong, swinging a weapon like a caveman and having it connect should be enough to end us, to finish us just like that. I get that, but here's the thing, being as you're bigger than us, that means we're faster, we get to the weapons before you and then what? We smack you about with 'em until you don't like it. You're in to MMA, but there's me, more of a fan of boxing, more of an art form to me, I know that's debatable, but to me it is, so I'm gonna stick it in boxing terms for ya. You have this big fat lump, big boy in the middle of the ring, it's gonna be painfully obvious that his game is based on his power. He's not gonna run around the ring, dancing away, he's not got the stamina for that. He's gonna stand there and let the other geezer come to him and try and land that shot, using that power to knock his more agile opponent on his arse, but what if that opponent is younger, fitting, with so much more speed? What if that guy can move around him so fast, he can't see the punches coming. The lump of a geezer, he can't move as quick, he can't turn his head that fast but the speedster, he'd landed four or five shots to the big guy before he can shift his body. Do you see where I'm going here?

Ben waits for a second, as if he's waiting for an answer.

Ben: I'm going with the fact that you two are the big guys. You can lift those weapons high and get ready to swing but before ya get close, the faster guys are gonna hit ya more times than you can count. You think you got this won, but ya haven't. Just because ya throw in a few weapons and you're used to swinging 'em about, don't mean we can't do the same.  

Ben picks up the beer, draining the rest of it dry and placing it back down on to the counter.

Ben: I guess I should probably reply to what Henry was banging on about, don't worry Samuel, I'm not gonna take the piss out of ya cause your very limited and repetitive vocabulary. People have probably been ripping the piss out of you for donkeys about that and I ain't that kinda bloke.

Ben takes a deep breath before exhaling.

Ben: Henry loves to bang on about The Raab-McPhersons... yes, I just christened you that, may God be with you, not having so many hardcore tag team matches, being bored of normal matches, which begs the question, if they're that bored, why become wrestlers, now the clue is in the name there, wrestlers, not chair swingers, wrestlers. That is their job title is it not Henry? They are wrestlers, their legal documents, they are wrestlers. You asked me something Henry, you asked me if it's easier winning something by the rules... Not as easy as cheating. Want some examples here pal? Athlete who always finishes second takes something and finishes first, pops some performance enhancer's and bang, he's now the best in the world. Where's the accomplishment in that? A team wins a match with a last minute offside goal, the team knows it but rather by winners than fair sports, do you feel like a winner? Now if you swing a chair to knock someone out, rather than pull off a move within the rules and win, do you feel like a man or a fraud. Anyone can knock someone out with a weapon, not many can put themselves in the position to pull of something special to win. Getting yourself to the point of being able to pull off that special move, that's a lot harder than whacking someone in the face with a chair. You could hit someone with a chair, can you hit someone with a powerbomb? Yeah, didn't think so mate. That answer your question?

Ben smiles

Ben: You are a funny guy Henry, ask me how I'm doing after Samuel beat me, how was Raab doing after Jamie beat him? Don't throw things at me that's meant to get under my skin when you are ignoring the obvious. Jamie Dean beat Lord Raab.... I repeat, Jamie Dean beat Lord Raab. Where was the mention of that when you asked me how I'm doing after losing to Samuel. You actually sound surprised Samuel beat me, way to support your guy there mate. Here Samuel, Henry doesn't rate you enough to have had faith in ya when ya faced me. To answer that question for ya though Henry, I'm doing super, thanks for asking.

Ben fires off a double thumbs up, matched with a cheesy, toothy grin. He lowers his thumbs and smiles normal.

Ben: We've all heard about the monsters and animals line, trust me, monsters and animals should never humped to have a one word love child, but when ya got a monster who does everything lovey dovey in public and an animal that can't even growl, you might wanna rethink their name. Just saying. Using weapons to beat the fuck out of people is entertaining? Mate, you need to go down my local on a Friday or Saturday night, nothing entertaining about that, plain scary seeing the fact that someone's son might not be going home that night, is not entertaining.

A serious look crosses Ben's face as he points to his eyes.

Ben: What these things have seen is enough to give you nightmares. Seeing someone face explode and blood hitting your shirt is nothing to be laughed at, in or out of the ring.

Ben moves his fingers away from his eyes.

Ben: Don't get anywhere sticking by the rules, right?

Ben lifts his hand up to his mouth.

Ben: *cough*ACW Triple Crown Champ*Cough*Super J cup winner 2013*cough*

Ben taps his chest, clearing his throat.

Ben: Probably right mate.

Ben turns and smiles, winking down the camera.

Ben: Now Jamie, he does a lot of things hardcore, you should have the hotel room next to him, he'll put you two munters to shame with some of the things that happen behind his door, but one match with Sean Jackson doesn't make him Abdullah The Butcher. I had a cage match once against Casey Williams, does that make me Masato Tanaka?

Ben shrugs his shoulders, putting his hands out in front of him.

Ben: Big Japanese draws mentioned and on with the show. Really don't see how denying it makes me look tough, when surely saying my arse has been blow up with C4 before and all that stuff, but each to our own. It simply means we've stepped out of our comfort zones before, and next time Samuel gets in a ring on his own with out Raab holding his hand, it means he too has a little bit of experience being out of his comfort zone.  

A casually shrug of the shoulder comes from Ben.

Ben: I love the fact how you got halfway through cutting that promo and the tourettes seemed to proper kick in with you Henry. Please let Raab talk, please let him do Samuel's mic work from now on because you have the charisma of a peanut.  

Ben points to where the bottom corner of the screen would be.

Ben: If there's a funny guy in production about, please put a dancing peanut right about there.

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Ben looks at the monitor on the front of the camera to see the image and bursts out laughing, speaking through the laughter.

Ben: You legend! That peanut even has more charisma than you Henry!

Ben continues to laugh as the peanut disappears. Ben composes himself for a few seconds before looking at the camera.

Ben: The truth is Henry, you've told us everything we already know about your boys, you've not said anything you haven't said to other opponents, you've offered us nothing at all, but I'm going to say this and then I better unfreeze the scene and stuff. You tell you lads to bring the weapons, I will make sure me and Jamie bring the belts. You can swing those weapons until you're blue in the face, but we will still be leaving here with our title belts. You think you're boys are that good, Henry, you are so wrong, so so wrong and come Sunday at Into The Void V, you will be disappointed yet again. Tell Sammy boy to enjoy that win over me, it's like that Chesney Hawkes song, it is his one and only.  

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: I better get going, I hope this has made ya wanna buy Into The Void V if you haven't already. I will catch ya on Sunday. Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene starts moving around him again.

Sam: You froze me, didn't ya?

Ben: I did, but trust me, you wait till you see the promo later, it's got a dancing peanut in and everything.

Sam looks at Ben as if he lost his mind, but the cockney nods with a firm serious look. He stands up and turns around, to see Justin, his face red from Jamie's earlier punch. Sam turns her head, looking towards Justin as Ben takes a step towards him. Sam quickly moves in front of Ben, her arm across him.

Sam: Come on, let's not make this any worse than it is.

Ben nods slowly, before turning around and walking out of the sliding door, shortly followed by Sam Marlowe and the scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Match Day!
« on: May 20, 2016, 09:32:41 AM »
 Can ya tell I'm excited by the title?!?!

Friday 20th May - 6am.

Ben Jordan lays restlessly in bed, the sun slowly creeping through the window on this bright London morning. Ben rolls over, looking at an alarm clock to his left. He sighs deeply as he looks at the time and the camera moves around the room, to see a very simple set up, Ben laying on a comfortable looking double bed with leather headboard and false diamonds in it, a television sits to the left, next to a PS3 and PS4, an old looking computer tower next to that and a mini fridge. At the far end of the room is a clothes rail, completing the three hundred and sixty degress spin of the room, a chest of drawers is the last thing we see before spinning back towards Ben. He looks in the camera as it returns to him.

Ben: Now this might seem a little crazy to ya all, and ya might not get it but today is football day, and for an English geezer, football day is like no other if it's a big game, you can't sleep, the excitement is there, when ya in this situation where ya ninety minutes from Wembley for a play off final and another ninety minutes from promotion, you do get a big jumpy, get in touch with Jonesy, he'll tell ya about the buzz ya get on match day for a big game. You wait till next season when his blues takes on Villa, he'll be up all night excited like I am now.

Ben lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Let's state here that when I say football, I mean real football. A lot of you are yanks watching this so to you guys, it's soccer, but I ain't calling it that. Anyway, we all do football days proper different, but I still get that buzz of going now like I did before as a kid, having a wander down the road to the Den with the family or friends, but today is a massive game for my Millwall boys, like massive so it adds to the excitement. What I'm gonna do is give you an insight in to what it's like to be a cockney travelling over to good ol' sarf London for a game. I'll show ya just how this bloke does it.

Ben rolls over and looks at the clock, looking at 6.04am on front of it's digital face.

Ben: Maybe in a couple of hours.

Ben rolls over in bed and closes his eye before springing back over.

Ben: Nah, not gonna happen, I'm like a kid at Christmas.

Ben fires himself up in bed, pushing the covers off his body and sliding his legs out of the bed and to the floor, naked from the waist up, but wearing Avengers boxer shorts on his lower half. He lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Right, I'm gonna hit the shower, no you can't come with me as much as Jamie Dean has paid ya, just meet me at the top of the stairs in a bit and we'll start Ben Jordan's football day. Catch ya in a bit.

Ben stands up and moves off camera as the camera fades

*******

The camera reopens again at the top of the stairs as Ben asked for, the camera lower down the stairs then Ben is, causing him to look down. Ben is now dressed in blue jeans and darker blue Millwall shirt, with white trainers.

Ben: Alright people. Football day over here always kicks off with a bit of grub, but first off, we gotta do something else. As you people know, I don't live over here anymore, so I need a place to stay, right?

Ben starts to walk on down a couple of steps, the camera moving with him.

Ben: So I'm staying here, at me nan's gaff.

Ben strolls down the stairs to and a turn to his left, walking in to a living room area, to his left, Ben's grandmother sits in a chair, her eyes moving over a newspaper. Ben moves to the side of her and plants a kiss on her cheek, causing her to jump.

Ben: Morning darlin'

Nan turns her head, looking at her smiling grandson

Nan: Coulda gave me a bloody heart attack sneaking up on me like that. Last thing I need is to go back to the hospital.

Ben: Sorry Nan.

Ben pokes his lower lip out but his grandmother smiles at him. Ben takes a seat in an arm chair nearby, looking across.

Nan: Want some coffee? I'll put the kettle on.

Ben puts his hands up, waving at her to sit down.

Ben: Behave love, you're eighty, I think I still know how to work the kettle and stuff in a minute. How ya feeling today?

Nan: I'm alright, how are you feeling?

Ben: Nervous as all hell love. I'm tanking it Nan. Haven't been this jumpy in a long bloody time.

Nan: You was there the last time and it all turned out alright.

Ben: I know girl, and I know it's a better team this time around, but my 'aris is going like the clappers. Flying in from Japan for this.

Nan: Well you must be barmy for that, would have been somewhere on there for you to watch it.

Ben: Yeah but it's not the same. The Den is gonna be absolutely rocking, sold out, people going ape shit, I couldn't not be there, even if it means a few extra lighter hairs and no voice by the time I get back to Japan.

Nan: Let's hope they don't make you talk on camera when you get back.

Ben: I hope not love, if I do, I'll sound like Alvin or one of his chipmunk mates. Not gonna be able to speak for days after this one.

Nan: So what's the plan considering you usually go to football with people and it's not Saturday.

Ben: I know, everyone at work, but I'll go do it all meself girl.

Ben's grandmother looks at Ben with lowered eyebrows

Ben: Unless you wanna come with me sweetheart. Hit the bookies, the boozer, and south London.

Nan: Getting a bit too old for that.

Ben: Oi listen love, if you can yell at The Chase, Tipping Point and the other quiz shows, you can yell at the referee for being a wanker.

A smile crosses Nan's face.

Nan: I think I'll leave that one to you, just promise me not to get involved if you lot decide to riot tonight.

Ben's face turns to false shock as his hand moves across his chest.

Ben: Us? Riot? Whatever do you mean grandmother dear?

A smile crosses Ben's face as he leans forward in his chair.

Nan: Years ago, you was forever coming back home with black eyes and cuts because Millwall didn't win at home.

Ben: Well we haven't had a full riot at home since the Birmingham game years ago.

Ben clinches his fists and turns to the camera.

Ben: Still can't stand you Stern John! Jonesy knows what I mean with this one

Ben turns back to his grandmother.

Ben: But I wouldn't worry too much, I mean I don't think there'll be a riot after this one. I could be wrong. Pitch invasion, certainly, but I don't think we'll be kicking many police horses tonight, and most of the Bradford fans will come down by coach anyway. Shouldn't be any hassle.

Ben stands up and looks at his nan.

Ben: But I better get me arse in gear love, not football day without hitting a few places first.

Ben kisses his grandmother on the cheek.

Nan: Be safe.

Ben winks at his grandmother.

Ben: Always darling. I'll be home at a decent time.

Nan: Yeah, yeah, I'll see ya in the morning.

Ben: You know me so well nan. Catch ya a little later.

Ben turns and moves in to the hallway, the camera in front of him.

Ben: Right, on to stop one of the football day. It's goes down a treat, looks great covered in grease and I ain't talking about any bombshells here.

Ben winks at the camera as it fades out.

*******

The camera restarts outside an old looking building with the faded words "Harry's Cafe" written on a sign. Wearing what he was wearing earlier, with now an added leather jacket, Ben looks down the camera.

Ben: Well, what did you think I meant? It's not a football day without putting some grease in ya. The full English breakfast is the perfect way to kick off a match day. It's not like most people just go to the game and go home, not at Millwall anyway, we do the entire match day thing and this is where it starts for most of us, in a greasy spoon.

Ben points at the cafe behind him.

Ben: Gonna need that grease to hit the right spots because trust me, the beer, the copious amounts of beer that's gonna end up down ya by the end of the game, and the insane amounts after if you win.

Ben taps his chin.

Ben: Or lose come to think of it. Either way, getting a good start is essential people. So excuse me for just a little bit.

Ben turns and walks in the door, the door shutting behind him. Here's where the modern technological age kicks in as Ben walks out of the door forty minutes later, yet only mere seconds on the camera time. Ben rubs his mid section as he walks out of there, looking at the camera.

Ben: Now that's the right way to kick off the day, it's all about being smart people. This is the first hit of the three hit attack before the game, always do the three hit attack, always. Let's move on to the next shall we?

Ben walks off camera as the time in the bottom corner of the screen moves up by forty minutes, taking the time up to 10.30am. The camera cuts from the cafe to Ben standing outside a church, the church in the background.

Ben: Part two for the how I do match day is pretty much right here.

Ben looks behind him to see the church behind him but quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Look, I know I'm nervous as all hell, and think divine intervention might help my Millwall lot today, but no, behave, we're not at the point of asking for miracles. If we let in an early goal then I just might be, but right now, not just yet. I'm talking about getting me arse across the road there.

Ben points across the road to a blue shop with the word "Coral" above the door. The camera turns back to Ben.

Ben: It's a bookies mate.

Ben looks either side for traffic before deeming it safe to cross the road. He hurries quickly across the road, making it safely on the other side, followed by the camera. He turns to face the camera as he gets outside the door of the bookmakers.

Ben: You might think that there won't be a lot of footy on today, with it being Friday and the season over give or take a few finals to be played but there's bundles around Europe and a few horses having a little trot about. Always gotta get on in the bookies and throw a few quid down before going to the games.

Ben wags a finger at the camera.

Ben: But here's some blinding info for you lovely people, never bet on ya own team. Doesn't matter if ya the heavy faves, scoring thirty goals in ten games, and the other team has scored none in ten games, if you bet on ya own team, you will lose one nil, trust this bloke, it's happened a lot. Right, back with ya in a bit people, but you won't even notice.

Ben turns and walks in the door of the bookmakers and the clock in the corner rushes forward to 11.30am. Ben strolls out, a not so happy look on his face as he rips up betting slips.

Ben: The luck isn't in for this guy but I did not bet on Millwall. Lee Gregory to score first at 4-1 ain't a bad shout for any of ya with the gambling bone in ya.

Ben fires a double thumbs up towards the camera.

Ben: Right, that's the second thing ya do on a football day if ya me, third thing is me fave, oh yes people, it's time to hit the boozer and the boozer has just opened. Now be aware people, it's not even mid day yet so drink a little slower yeah? We all know what happens when we've been on the piss all day and going to a football match, just look at Wigan at Wembley, that was not fun. Anyway, little fast forward thing if you please.

The camera cuts out from outside the bookmakers and restarts outside a pub with the name "The Lord Nelson." Ben waves his finger at the camera.

Ben: We know you people have been here before, when I've been in England before, I brought ya here. Remember the Motown night a little while ago here? Yep, same place, close to me nan's place. Should give ya the heads up that it will probably be a little bit more quieter in here now that it was then.

Ben reaches up, pushing the door open. He steps inside to see one man sitting at the bar, and a man behind the bar. Ben quickly turns to the camera

Ben: If you remember the last time you was here, his name is Nigel... He supports Middlesboro and pronouncing no as now, but off track here.... Bloody hell, I've turned in to Melody Grace.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Pay me for the name drop later.... Or let me win at FIFA, either one.

Ben turns back, looking around the bar.

Ben: Quieter than I expected.

The man at the end of the bar quickly pipes up.

Man: Hide everything, Millwall's here.

Ben looks at the man, giving him a quick thumbs up.

Ben: We come out of hiding on days like these.

The man gives Ben a thumbs up, but Ben's voice catches Nigel's attention, causing him to turn around.

Nigel: Hello mate, back home for the football?

Ben breathes deep and nods.

Ben: Yes mate, got back yesterday from Japan, here for the game and out early tomorrow afternoon back to Japan, get there in time to work the show out there, then probably back to Havana or something for the week.

Nigel: Bloody hell.

Ben: Tell me about it. If it wasn't me own plane, I'd be racking up the old air miles for shit and giggles.

Nigel smiles at Ben.

Nigel: Fosters?

Ben: Yes please Nige, can't get used to that Japanese beer, lot of it made out of rice.

Nigel gives Ben a strange look as he points the Fosters glass under the beer tap and starts to pour. Ben waits patiently as the glass fills. Nigel puts the glass in front of Ben.

Nigel: Wanna start a tab?

Ben: Gotta be joking mate. Last time I started a tab in here, cost me hundreds.

Nigel smiles widely, thinking of that day.

Nigel: Well you did say everyone you knew could drink on it.

Ben: How pissed was I?

Nigel: All over the place.

Ben: Better just pay this time in cash.

Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a note, handing it to Nigel, who turns and makes his way to the till. Nigel moves back towards Ben, handing him the change as Ben picks up the full pint glass in his hand. Nigel turns to serve the only other man in the pub as Ben turns to the camera.

Ben: Never underestimate the importance of hitting the boozer before the football. Usually, it's filled with a bunch of lads talking loudly at each other and getting ya in the banter mood but at times like this, it's a chance to gather ya thoughts and breathe a bit, especially with a game like this, especially with so much on the line, especially when the nerves are kicking ya that much, nice calming pint of four will take the nerves and turn them in to a relaxing state of mind. Very important to be go to these things relaxed, or riots break out all over the place.

Ben takes a gulp of the cold beer.

Ben: Relaxation in a glass. Anyway people, that's my three steps to building up to match day. I'm going to the ground after a peaceful day, and now it's down to the team. This is how I do match day every time. Alright, I admit on a Saturday, ya usually get a few of the lads out but they're at work and I ain't so must suck to be those lot.

Ben grins

Ben: Right, if you lot wanna time jump again and catch me at the station, that'll be great. Pretty sure no one wants to continue to see me drink. Go on then... Get!

Ben waves the away and the camera fades to black.

******

The sign for an English underground station can be seen with the word "Surrey Quays" on as a few people pile out of the station. Behind them, Ben Jordan strolls out, breathing in deeply in the evening air as he starts his short walk to The Den in Bermonsey, South London on the all important play off second leg as his beloved Millwall go in to the game three one up from the away leg. He turns left outside of the station and starts to walk and talk.

Ben: Alright people.

Ben smiles as be walks down the street

Ben: Well it's here, and it's almost game time, we got an hour till kick off and the nerves are a little less at this point, so to me, this would be the perfect time to cut me promo thing and talk about my match on Sunday.

Ben takes a deep breath.

Ben: I know this is not an ideal scenario with all the travelling while I face a little bit of an unknown on the SCW roster. I know ya reap what ya sow and I was the one who made the challenge for this one. People said I was barmy for doing it and I get why cause I was the guy that openly called out Samuel McPherson to actually have a one on one match, something he's really not used to doing, but I made that choice on me Jack Jones to actually do this.

Ben stops at a small road, looking for traffic before deeming it safe to walk across.

Ben: I was the one that's been getting the messages saying I'm out of me box for putting myself in the position against a geezer who doesn't do many, if any, single matches in SCW because he's more comfortable holding Raab's hand in the ring. I get that, I understand that, because people ain't stupid, they know it's gonna go one of two ways. Either Sammy is gonna sit there and crumble, nerves get the better of him and he's gonna freeze under the lights, or he's gonna come out there swinging like a caged beast and try and get it done quick so he can go back to being as comfortable as he likes to be. I get that Raab and Samuel for some odd reason don't like being out of their comfort zones, everything about them screams this with everything they have. They're not used to stepping out of their comfort zones, and this is why I did it.

Ben stops at a zebra crossing as cars come down from his left hand side. A car stops and Ben puts his hand up in thanks towards the driver and moves across the road, past the little island in the middle and to the other side, before moving to his left and taking a right turn, crossing another road and walking along by a train line to his left and houses to his right.

Ben: Now don't think I did this just because I'm evil and all that stuff, really not the case people, I didn't do it to play games with Samuel because for the first time in his career, he and he alone is standing in the spotlight, while Raab sits around biting his nails, not my kinda game. I did it cause I believe in being fair and these fellas wanted a hardcore tag team match at Into The Void for the SCW Tag Team championships, and that is not really what me and JD are all about. We're wrestlers, we don't use chairs, tables, barbed wire and all that jazz, we don't go out there and try and make someone bleed like you two did to me, giving me a new war wound, that ain't us. We go out to entertain the people who pay their money to come see us do what we do. Anyone can swing a chair and get a reaction out of the crowd but what me and Jamie do gets reaction without being chair swinging monsters so your request had to be equalled. If you're pulling us out of our zone, then fairs fair about you in your zone.

Ben smiles as he can hear fans in front of him singing "No one likes us, we don't care, we are Millwall, Super Millwall, we are Millwall, from the Den."

Ben: Love it! Anyway, I had to make sure that things wasn't stacked so far towards you guys so I had to make the challenge, it was the right thing to do to get you to come have a go at us Samuel, to see if you had what it takes to break through your comfort zone and you are going to. Part of me is a little bit proud that you're actually doing it, that you're stepping in to the light yourself and actually having just a straight up normal one on one match in my comfort zone. It's no secret that I'm a decorated singles guy and if ya listen to Tommy Knocks, he's crying out for me to end up at the top of the ranks as a single guy, cheers Tommy, so Samuel, this must make you see that the advantage sits with me rather than you.

Ben continues to walk past three women, who see him and whisper and point, all three wearing Millwall shirts.

Ben: No need to stop for selfies today, Millwall fans don't do selfies on match day, on the way to the games, even the birds. It just ain't the Wall way.

Ben smiles as he comes to a railway bridge, stepping in to slight darkness and his voice echoing around.

Ben: I plan on taking full advantage of everything Samuel, absolutely everything. I got a point to prove here meself mate. The fact is, I have opened the cage with the monster inside, I reached down and lifted the lock and set you free and I need to prove that I can tame that beast, that I can live up to me billing, that I can show you all that I didn't just commit suicide by making this challenge. I gotta show that I can reap what I sow and Samuel mate, I intend to do that.

Ben exits the tunnel, his voice less echoey

Ben: This is a warm up to what's gonna happen in a couple of weeks, but on my terms, not yours. This is a chance to get one over on ya and get in ya melon a little bit. Jamie took care of Raab not too long ago, and I gotta do the same with you or I'm gonna look like a right bellend, a complete tosser and I hate looking like a proper bellend. Not cool to be one of those mate, so I'm gonna work to tame the beast, I'm gonna do all I can to show ya that I deserve to be a champion.

Ben walks through a second railway bridge tunnel, his voice returning to an echo.

Ben: This is me using my chance to get in your head Sammy, cause when I beat ya, you'll see that you couldn't beat me, Raab couldn't beat Jamie and as a collective, you couldn't be us as a team to claim the Tag Team Championships. You'll see that the only advantage you'd have going in to the match at Into The Void V would be because you have weapons to use. Gotta make ya wonder if ya real wrestlers or just crazy arse bar fighters really. Advantage might be with you in the match but mentally, you'll know it that we've already got ya beat.

Ben walks outside of the tunnel again, walking alongside more train lines and an overgrown grass area on the other side.

Ben: Once I take care of ya on Sunday mate, when ya look across the ring at Into The Void V, you'll see those two guys that have beat ya in every way we possibly could and all we'd have to do is beat ya in your own domain and me personally, can't speak for Jamie but I'm looking forward to it. It adds another string to my bow to survive a hardcore arse kicking and come out a winner.

Ben strolls on a little to see The Den in the not too far distance. A wide smile breaks out on his face as he see streams of other people, dressed in blue and yellow, making their way through the gates and towards the stadium.

Ben: And here I am. Sammy, I'm hoping tonight that my boys here get the win, just like I will when I'm in the ring with you on Sunday. Thanks for stepping out of Raab's shadow mate, but there's only one bloke that's gonna walk out winning this one son, and it's me.

Ben starts to walk towards the rest of the Millwall fans heading in to the stadium area.

Ben: Anyway, time to join the masses, pray for us people, I'll be an unhappy Ben if we don't win, you don't wanna see a unhappy Ben, do ya?

Ben pouts out his lower lip before smiling.

Ben: Gotta run. Laters people

Ben winks at the camera as it fades out for the last time.

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Supercard Archives / BEN & JAMIE v RAAB & SAMUEL
« on: April 02, 2016, 01:08:36 PM »
 Climax Control. - 27th March

Ben Jordan returns backstage after missing out on the World Heavyweight championship. He walks through the curtain and down a few metal steps, moving away from the entrance to the ramp. A backstage assistant runs towards him, handing him a towel.

Ben: Cheers darling.

The woman smiles and walks away as Ben mops the sweat from his forehead and runs it through his hair. He starts to walk towards the locker room, walking past Christian Underwood, who gives him a nod and a thumbs up. Ben sees a dressing room with Sam Marlowe's name on it. Ben knocks his knuckles on the door, but hearing no answer, he puts his hand on the handle. He pushes down but the door doesn't open. Ben rubs the towel through his head looking confused but Pussy Willow walks past him.

Pussy: Ben, if you're looking for Sam, she left a while ago.

Ben turns around, looking at Pussy and wiping the sweat from his head.

Ben: During my match?

Pussy: Before your match. She didn't look happy Ben, she looked a bit odd when she walked past me and to the car park area.

A frown passes on Ben's face as he looks at Pussy.

Ben: Cheers love. I'll give her a bell when I get back to me pit.

Ben walks past Pussy and past two more doors before opening the third door. He walks in to a big open dressing room and towards a locked. He opens up the locker and pulls out a bag. He quickly unzips it and pulls out a phone. Ben quickly unlocks the main screen and scrolls through numbers and hits one. He moves the phone to his ear but no one answers. He hits the end call button and puts it back in his bag.

Ben: Weird, will give her a bell a bit later...

Ben sits on a bench, running the towel through his hair.

Ben: Bloody strange she missed my match, must kick her in the arse for that later, I coulda become a World champ and she'd have missed it.

Ben sniffs deeply, smelling round his shoulder area and lifts his arm.

Ben: I don't half pen and ink right now, what does that kid use on his hair? One headlock and I've gone to the land of coconuts.

Ben stands up and walks towards the shower as the scene cuts.



March 28th - 8am

A tired Ben Jordan stumbles across the kitchen of a hotel suit, looking towards a kettle. He quickly switches the button on it. The camera moves down to see Ben just wearing just boxers. You know you wanna see 'em,, don't ya....

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Ben looks down at his boxers and back to the camera with a wink.

Ben: Visual aides are always fun

Ben turns away before he let's out a huge yawn. He moves along towards the kitchen counter and along to where his phone is charging.

Ben: Right after all those missed calls, and texts I went that redhead, she's gotta have replied to one.

Ben picks up his phone, running his thumb along it to unlock the screen, seeing no missed calls or messages from Sam. He scratches the side of his head as the kettle boils.

Ben: Ok, this is getting a little weird. It can only mean one thing Benny boy, we must put on the old Sherlock hat and find Sam Marlowe!

Ben moves to the door, opening it up to the hotel hallway, but stops and turns around, putting a finger in the air.

Ben: Right after I get dressed!

Ben charges off to the bedroom as the scene fades.



The scene starts again outside a house, set in front of the bright blue Las Vegas skies. A two building grey Vegas home, one building house, one building garage sits behind a small green with solitary tree planted in the middle of the green. A slanted high roof covers both buildings and a cement pathway leads to the front door. To the left side of the front door, a side door leading in to the back garden is seen. Ben Jordan stands in front of the camera, on the sidewalk, dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt (comedy boxers now covered - Sorry Jamie!). He strolls towards the door, and knocks, waiting patiently for some kind of movement but nothing happens behind the door. Ben moves to the side door, jumping up and holding on and looking over the top of the fence.

Ben: Come on, where are ya?

Ben looks around but can see nothing happening in the garden. He drops down, his feet touching the floor once more, when an elderly woman approaches him.

Elderly Woman: What are you doing young man? I should call the police.

Ben turns around, looking at the much smaller woman.

Ben: Don't need to call the old bill love. I'm looking for the woman who lives here, Sam Marlowe.

Elderly Woman: What do you want with her? Are you a stalker?

Ben lets out a sigh.

Ben: I hear that a lot but no, I'm not a stalker, I'm a friend of hers. I work with her, and she's gone way too quiet to me. I usually speak to her every day, but nothing mate, nothing since Sunday. Just upped and left work and I haven't seen her or heard from her since.

Elderly Woman: She looked perfectly fine this morning.

Ben: You saw her this morning.

The woman looks at Ben with lowered eyebrows.

Elderly Woman: Obviously. That's what I said. I thought I was going deaf young man, but it must be catching.

Ben: Oi! Nothing wrong with me lug holes, they're working alright. Did she say where she was going?

Elderly Woman: Why should I tell you? You might be a stalker and just acting like you're not. I've seen movies, you know?

Ben:  Yeah, clearly a lot of them, but I'm one of the good guys. I'm just worried about my friend, that's all.

The woman looks Ben up and down.

Elderly Woman: Hmmmm, ok, she said she was spending the day at the mall.

Ben: Thank you, you're a star!

Ben quickly turns away and walks towards the sidewalk again, shaking his head.

Ben: She's got me running around like a greyhound with the shits....



Las Vegas Mall.

Ben stands in the crowd, looking around at people moving from store to store. He looks through the crowd, his head moving from face to face as he searches for Sam Marlowe.

Ben: SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

His yell causes people to stop and stare but he moves through the crowd, looking at faces as he moves through the people.

Ben: This is gonna take forever to find her in this crowd. Ladies and gentlemen, has anyone here seen Sam Marlowe? The wrestler, she's here today, has anyone seen her at all?

The crowd hustle past Ben, continuing with everything they had planned for the day. A frown crosses Ben's face as his head darts from person to person. He looks to the stores, walking past and peering in to windows before moving on to the next one.

Ben: I'm gonna need some serious help here, because this ain't going too bloody well.

Ben stops outside a store, looking up at it.

Ben: And this could be the perfect place to get that help.

Ben strolls in to the store, the camera waiting outside, but focuses on a sign in the window with the words "T-shirts printed here".

Not too long later...

Ben strolls out of the store, a wide grin on his face. He opens his jacket and points down to the shirt.

Ben: So, whatcha think?

The camera moves down to show...

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Ben grins at the camera as it moves back up to his face.

Ben: Now that should help. I mean if no bugger here likes making eye contact and forever looking down, hopefully, they'll see this instead.

Ben strolls through the mall, holding his jacket wide open and people look down at his shirt. Ben draws a strange look from a passing woman.

Ben: I'm showing off the shirt love, not flashing me bangers at ya. Have you seen this girl?

The woman shakes her head and walks past Ben, causing him to frown. He continues to walk through the crowd as people look at the shirt and shake their heads at Ben.

Ben: Well this ain't working much either. Need to raise the anti.

Ben looks at bench with no one on it and moves towards it. He climbs on the bench and looks around the crowd.

Ben: Ladies and gents, can I have your attention please?

A crowd gather around Ben as a security officer looks on from a distance. Ben holds his jacket open.

Ben: I'm looking for this woman on my shirt here. Has anyone seen her here today?

A young boy at the front of the crowd speaks.

Young Boy: I saw her at the food court. She gave me her autograph, she's my favourite wrestler ever.

Ben jumps off the bench and looks at the young boy.

Ben: Thank you so much little man. Just because you've helped me out and you like wrestling. I got something for ya.

Ben reaches in to his jacket pocket and pulls out two tickets.

Ben: These are two tickets to the SCW Show on Sunday in Phoenix, Arizona. Take these for you and someone you want to bring. You get someone to tweet me on Twitter and I'll make sure you get there.

The boys face lights up as he grips his mothers hand.

Ben: I gotta go now, but I will see you on Sunday and you can come hang out with me and Sam if I can find her.

Ben winks at the boy and moves away, quickly followed by a security guard, moving through the crowds to the food court area. His eyes look around the crowd for Sam but she is nowhere to be seen. Ben looks at a free table.

Ben: Well it worked the first time I guess.

Ben moves towards the table and jumps up on to it holding his jacket open and addressing the crowd.

Ben: Ladies and gents, sorry to interrupt your meal, but I'm looking for this woman. It's important I find her.

The time, the security guard moves in before anyone can answer Ben.

Security Guard: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to step off the table.

Ben: Why?

Security Guard: Because it's not safe. So step off the table before I remove you from it, and call the police.

Ben: Listen mate, manners cost bugger all, if you would have said please, I might have done it. I've been threatened with the old bill once today, and I'm pretty sure I might get me hat trick by the end of the day.

Security Guard: Sir.

Ben: Don't sir me pal, I'm tired, I'm cranky, this woman hasn't been heard from in days, why don't you actually help me out here and go look on ya cameras or something.

Not too far away stepping out of a store, Sam Marlowe sees Ben on the table. She stops dead in her tracks watching what's going on.

Security Guard: I'm not gonna ask you again.

Ben: Then don't, let me find my friend and piss off!

Sam's eyes widen as she hears the usually calm Ben, talk louder and quickly moves in his direction. She stands behind him, calling him.

Sam: Ben, what are you doing up there.

Ben turns around, looking at Sam.

Ben: I was looking for you. Did a bear eat ya phone or something?

Sam looks at the security guard.

Sam: Don't worry, I got it from here.

The security guard doesn't say a word as Ben jumps off the table and to the floor.

Ben: Where the bloody hell have you been? I've called, I've texted, I sent a carrier pigeon, I sent a carrier raven in case the pigeon got lost, I sent smoke signals and I even used a Morse code machine and not heard a thing from ya.

Sam: I just needed some time alone after Sunday.

Ben: A message woulda been spot on to stop me and everyone else worrying. No buggers heard from you in days.

Sam: I felt I let Rage down so I just wanted to leave.

Ben: Coulda at least told me that. There was me out there in the ring, by the time I got back, you'd done a Gabriel disappearing act.

Sam: I just needed to get away.

Ben: And get away you will. Tomorrow, what are ya doing?

Sam stands silently for a few seconds.

Sam: Why?

Ben: Because on me way over here, I got a call. I need to go to New York to film something with Jamie, wanna come see it? Trust me, you won't regret this one.

Did Sam turn up? What is Ben going on about? Guess you'll see a bit later!



Production people move around in a backstage area, a crowd can be heard the other side of a thin stage wall. The camera turns around to see Ben Jordan leaning against the wall.

Ben: Alright people, how ya doing today?

Ben pauses for a few seconds, as if to listen.

Ben: Blinding. Right people, here's the story right now. This is an odd place to be standing here cutting a promo about a match I'm having a week tomorrow, but here's the deal. Right now, I am in New York with Jamie Dean, and we're about to appear on a show. Now you can probably hear the people behind there.

Ben points to the wall behind him.

Ben: They're all ready and raring to go, but I've been too busy to do this up until now. What show you ask? Don't worry, you'll find out soon, you'll actually get to see it, well part one at least before you might have a bit of a wait. This is blinding to blow off a little steam, cause next week, you probs won't be hearing from me cause it's training, training, training for that huge match against Lord Raab and future Samuel Raab?

Ben shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: I dunno what way they're gonna do it and I doubt I'll be invited to the wedding anyways, but I think we should just call them The Raab's for now, whatcha think?

Ben turns his ear to the camera as if to listen again.

Ben: Now Raab's, I gotta say thank you to the one who's clearly the dominant one, Lord Raab. First off, thank you. Weird thing to say to the oppo, I know, but thank you for actually having the passion to want to take a division and set it on fire. Respect for that, because everyone else seems to see this division as poison rather than something worthy of working their nuts off for. The birds division has it right with Team Hero, The Nobodies, The Angel Clan and The Fallen. We got us, so it's down to us to put on a blinding advertisement for this division and what it can become, we got the chance to do that, so I hope to god that we can.

Ben gives a thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: However Raab, there is a couple of things I take issue to, number one, attacking women, it's just not cricket mate, it's just not on. Number two, I'm gonna take a guess at this as if to look in to the future, that you will take everything I say today and try and use it against me, also not cool, come up with ya own stuff!

Ben firmly points a finger at the camera with a smile.

Ben: I have an issue or two with ya for trying to attack Sam Marlowe, cheers Rage for the save there, but Sam's a great friend of mine mate and one hand on her, and we'd have been meeting a lot sooner than Sunday. It's a bloody shame that you don't like the fans cheering ya for a while, because you fail to see the benefit to it all. These people out there, they pay to see us lot, which means we get paid and our place of work and our weird dysfunctional family all get to stay together. Them cheering you can drive you on and push you to be better. When ya knocked on ya jacksy after a twenty minute hell of a match and ya running out of reasons to get back on ya feet. That roar from the crowd, the people calling for you, little kids begging for you to get back to ya feet, they give you the reason to stand up and fight on. They can be the difference between fading and not being bothered to get back to your feet and having one last push for glory.

Ben nods slowly.

Ben: It's what drives me a bit mate and the thing is, if you put me down, the people you don't want cheering for you are gonna cheer for me to push me up to my feet and it's gonna keep me coming at ya. I know you're coming out of this aggressive, I know you're full of talent, and if your self control could match your talent, you'd be unstoppable, you'd be ripping people to bits and what not, but that little lack of self control could cost ya mate, and that's where I plan on taking advantage. I gotta get my belts back somehow.

Ben straightens his shirt collar.

Ben: Thing is, I can see Samuel levelling you out in the ring and keeping you calmer, because I think you feel like you gotta protect him a bit, but he's a big lad, he can take care of himself. He's been in a few rucks here, and this could be the start of the rise of Samuel. You don't have to worry about him. This will be a brilliant learning curve for ya Samuel.

Ben scratches his neck.

Ben: You've been here for a while and not had as many matches as you'd have liked because solo stuff ain't your thing, you need Lord Raab with ya, but Raab had his own thing to do, you coulda had a match or two to build ya experience, which would have come in proper handy at Blaze of Glory V. Let me explain why. I've been in a few big matches in me life, where I've won title after title in ACW at huge events, I mean proper massive. The last title I won there was the big boy, over a year after I started there, and walking in to that match, I was proper tanking it. I was the dude who had two titles in ACW at the same time for a year, and I walk in to the biggest match of me life and I was tanking it. Me 'aris was all over the place. Wasn't pretty at all.

Ben frowns.

Ben: Really wasn't pretty, but am I right in thinking this is the biggest match of your career Samuel? Mostly because it's at SCW biggest show of the year, because the championships are vacant and you are a three count away from history. Your poor April will be going like good un, Raab won't be able to go near your bottle for a long time. You gotta be nervy there pal and I don't blame ya. The eyes of the world will be on you, people will be watching everything you do.

Ben waves his finger at the camera.

Ben: Question is, with the lack of experience, are you gonna be able to handle all that pressure on ya? The hundreds of thousands of eyes on ya, watching every step you make, you gonna be ok mate?

Ben looks to the ceiling and back to the camera.

Ben: Show of hands, how many of ya said "Yaaarp" in Samuel's voice.

Ben moves his finger around as if he's counting people.

Ben: I reckon more than a few of ya did. Look on the bright side Samuel, at least ya over in that sense, but I really really want my tag titles back. Since I vacated them, I've missed them and want those bad boys back.

Ben runs his hand over his lips.

Ben: Like really want them back and I had  options on who to have has my partner to help me out. I got offered a partner by so many that I would have to carry to the titles again, and then I looked at Jamie Dean, who didn't want a free ride, he wanted to be equal with me, and I know he's picked the strangest team name he possibly could have, but the passion he has for wrestling, and for helping out a friend out shadows the fact that he slaps me on the arse more than any man should. We both want the same things, the SCW Tag Team championships and I think the lack of control from you Raab, the lack of experience from you Samuel, might just push things in Jamie and I's favour. We live in hope but either way, let's show SCW what tag teams can do.

A man walks up to Ben, holding up five fingers. Ben nods towards the man.

Ben: Right, that's me out, cause it's show time. Keep watching, you lovely people will love this. Raab, Samuel, I'll see ya both at Blaze of Glory V.

Ben salutes the camera.

Ben: Laters people.

The camera fades.



A stage area is seen in a theatre type setting, and people gather around the stage and on balconies around the surrounding area. On one side of the stage is a small bar and three bar stools, on the other side is a DJ booth standing up high. The back wall has three words lit up that will tell you today's location. The words lit up... "Lip Sync Battle". The lights in the arena drops down and a female voiceover is head.

Voiceover: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the stage the host of Lip Sync Battle, the RnB star of the century with more grammys than you can count, his momma said knock you out, welcome LL Cool J!

The crowd burst in to cheers as LL Cool J walks on to the stage, a microphone in hand and raising his free arm to the crowd. As the crowd quiet down, LL Cool J starts to speak.

LL Cool J: Yo yo yo! Welcome to Lip Sync Battle. I'm your host LL Cool J and we have the battle of the ring warriors here for you tonight!

The crowd cheer loudly.

LL Cool J: These guys kick ass for a living, so fighting over a belt is nothing new to these two warriors, but before we get started, we need our co commentator, welcome out my girl, the lovely Chrissy Teigan!

The crowd cheer as Chrissy Teigan runs on to the stage, wearing a low cut and short white dress. She runs along the front of the stage, high fiving the crowd in the front row before moving up behind the DJ desk. LL looks towards her.

LL Cool J: Looking good Chrissy, how ya feeling tonight?

Chrissy: Excited! Have you seen what we have backstage? It's all muscles and baby oil!

The crowd laugh as LL turns away with a smile.

LL Cool J: We've had much worse backstage.

Chrissy: Oh this isn't bad!

LL Cool J: Tonight's winner will be going home with the Lip Sync Battle championship belt!

The camera focuses on the championship belt on the DJ's booth as Chrissy points to it.

LL Cool J: So let's get on with tonight's show. Let's bring out our first ring warrior ready to lip sync for his life tonight. He is a former multi time champion throw ACW and SCW, he flown in all the way from Las Vegas at a moments notice, just to be here in New York with you tonight! They call him the Cockney King, born on the shores of England, welcome SCW Superstar, Ben Jordan!

The crowd scream wildly as the door in the middle of the stage opens up and Ben Jordan stands there wearing beige pants and a white buttoned up, short sleeved shirt and a wide smile on his face. He raises both arms in the air as the crowd cheer him on. He walks down the stage to LL Cool J, the men shaking hands and hugging. Ben turns to the crowd, moving to the front and raises his arms, causing a louder cheer before returning to LL.

LL Cool J: And his opponent, also from the hard hitting world of professional wrestling, he is known for being over the top, he is known for being one of the most flamboyant men to enter the ring. Also called a king, but we can't say what kind on this show, welcome to the stage Jaaaaaaaaamie Dean!

Jamie steps out from behind his own door atop the stage and like his competition, he is greeted with fanfare of cheers and applause from the audience. Jamie is wearing a royal purple button up shirt, black slacks and urban style sneakers to match. With a playful look on his face, he practically bounds over to LL Cool J and wraps the man in a very enthusiastic embrace, and before letting go, catches the host by surprise wit a pat on the backside. Jamie then turns around to the fans who are laughing at his antics and he beckons them for louder cheers with his hands.

LL Cool J: That hug was tight Jamie.

Jamie: No one likes half assing things when ya have an ass like that.

LL's eyes widen as he covers his mouth at the smiling Jamie, he quickly turns to Ben.

LL Cool J: So Ben, welcome to the show, we hear you're a big fan.

Ben: Massive fan of the show and your work, and of course Chrissy over there.

Ben smiles towards Chrissy who winks at Ben.

Ben: Been watching since day one and always wanted to get on here and show the people what I can do. Been training proper hard at it before I even knew I would be on the show, so looking forward to it.

LL Cool J: Well we'll see a little later how you got ready for this one. We see you've brought some support with you today.

Ben: That's right, I got SCW Bombshell champion Sam Marlowe in the crowd for a whole lot of support.

The camera turns to a smiling Sam Marlowe in the first row as the crowd cheer. Sam waves towards the stage.

LL Cool J: Bringing out the big guns to win the votes tonight Ben.

Ben smiles and nods. LL turns to Jamie.

LL Cool J: What about you Jamie? What made you want to be here today?

Jamie: Schnaaps, mostly.

LL Cool J, the audience and yes, even Ben, laugh at that one. Jamie smiles and holds his hand up.

Jamie: Seriously, I enjoy the show. Love seeing what everyone comes up with and are willing to do to earn a vote.

Jamie looks into the camera.

Jamie: I'm talking to YOU Channing Tatum!

Jamie then turns back to LL and shrugs impishly.

Jamie: And hey! When have I not been totally willing to make a complete ass of myself?

The audience cheers and Ben points at Jamie as if confirming this in a joking manner.

Jamie: And for the record, Ben here isn't the only one who brought his own personal cheering section. My busty, er, bestie, and SCW Hall of Famer, Amy Marshall!

Jamie points to the audience where a closeup shot of Amy Marshall in the front row. She smirks in good humor and waves to Jamie.

LL Cool J: That's cool, that's cool. Right, earlier today, these two arm wrestled to see who would be going first and it went on for hours.

Chrissy: I know, I was getting hot and sweaty myself watching that!

The crowd, LL Cool J, Jamie and Ben laugh at this comment before LL continues.

LL Cool J: Jamie won but used a feather to do so and that's cheating around here, so Ben get's to go first. Jamie, if you'd take a seat in our VIP area up there.

LL points towards the bar stool and Jamie walks towards them and sits on the middle seat of three. LL speaks to Ben.

LL Cool J: Alright Ben, the stage is yours, what are you bringing to us today?

Ben: Well I gotta stay true to me British roots a bit here and start with a bang, so we're gonna amp it up and let you all Pour Some Sugar On Me!

The crowd burst in to cheers.

LL Cool J: Coming at ya all the way from London, England, this is Ben Jordan with Pour Some Sugar On Me!

The crowd start cheering again as LL moves towards where Jamie Dean is seated, taking a seat next to him. Jamie puts his hand on LL's leg, but he quickly moves it away from his leg. Ben moves to the middle of the stage and raises the microphone in the air. The crowd quiet down and the music kicks in, causing Ben to pull the mic down quick.

"Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!"

The music intro plays and Ben struts to the front of the stage, his legs slightly apart and one up in the air and microphone at his lips as he syncs through the first verse.

"Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up"

Ben starts to walk up and down the stage for the next lyrics, putting his hand down to the fans to high five as he walks along the stage, before straightening up for the first line of the chorus.

"Pour some sugar on me"

Ben holds the microphone out to the crowd for the next line of "In the name of love" before pulling the mic back to his lips to continue syncing the rest of the chorus. He gets to the next break of the song and runs his hand down the side of his face.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah"

The guitar break kicks in and Ben moves to the middle of the stage and puts his hand on the middle of his shirt. He grips either side before ripping the shirt open and exposing his upper body. LL Cool J's face turns to surprise, his eyes wide, while Jamie nods in approval. Ben winks towards Jamie causing him to fan his face, before walking to the end of the stage, lip syncing the next verse as he runs along the stage to the other end. He moves to the middle of the stage in time for the next verse and drops to his knees in front of a laughing Sam Marlowe.

"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah
Give a little more"

He runs his hand up his body as he lip syncs that verse, causing the crowd to cheer and reach out to him. He puts his hand out to the crowd before springing to his feet. He moves towards Jamie Dean and LL Cool J as he syncs the next lines.

"Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up"

Ben runs his fingers through his hair in front of Jamie, pulling his head backwards before running his hand down his bare chest and abs. Jamie reaches out to Ben but Ben slaps his hand away. Ben moves towards the center of the stage.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah"

Ben raises his arms as the music stops, causing roars of cheers from the crowd. LL Cool J stands up and walks towards Ben, clapping. He gets next to Ben and waits for the crowd to die down a little before talking.

LL Cool J: That looked like you was having fun.

Ben: Fun? I wanna do it again mate! That was brilliant. Thank you all, you guys are blinding!

The crowd cheer as Ben waves towards them. LL turns towards Chrissy as she stands fanning herself with her hand.

LL Cool J: Chrissy, what do you think of Ben's performance?

Chrissy: Just wow... I have to other words for those abs!

Ben doubles over smiling before giving Chrissy a thumbs up. LL turns towards Jamie.

LL Cool J: What was your thoughts Jamie?

Jamie is leaning back on the bar stool, fanning himself with eyes closed.

Jamie: Oh I am going to be dreaming about that for weeks!

He peeks one eye open and corrects himself.

Jamie: Make that months.

Ben: I shoulda expected that.

Ben grins at Jamie as LL Cool J points towards the bar.

LL Cool J: Your turn to hit the VIP area Ben as it's now Jamie's time to shine.

Ben walks towards the bar stools and Jamie walks past him, slapping Ben on the rear as he walks past. Ben sits down at the seat as Jamie joins LL Cool J on the center of the stage.

LL Cool J: Well those are pretty big shoes to fill Jamie.

Jamie: Well you know what they say about men with big feet.

Jamie turns to Ben and blows a kiss, as Ben just shakes his head at Jamie and the crowd laugh.

LL Cool J: Yeah I've heard it once or twice cause I got big feet.

Jamie: I bet you have!

LL forces back a laugh as he looks at Jamie.

LL Cool J: Jamie, what are you gonna do to top Ben's performance?

Jamie turns to look at Ben and starts to say something and Ben shouts from his seat.

Ben: Oi! This is a family show!

The audience laughs and Jamie turns back to LL and sighs.

Jamie: He really gets me! Anyway, I'm going to do for this show what I do every time I step inside of the ring; bring ... SexyBack!

The audience cheers!

Jamie moves to the middle of the stage, his back to the crowd as the intro to Justin Timberlake's SexyBack starts to play. He starts to lift his shoulders in time with the music before spinning around as the lyrics kick in.

"I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act"

Jamie slowly walks towards the front of the stage, his eyes focused and steps methodical as he runs his hand down his front but quickly turns to his side.

"I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack."

As soon as the first line kicks in Jamie starts to twerk directly in front of Amy Marshall and the crowd goes wild. He spins to face the front of the crowd and puts his hand on the back of his head.

"Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave"

Jamie starts to grind his hips slowly, causing a head shake from Ben, wide eyes from LL and Chrissy pokes her tongue out, panting for breath.

"I'll let you whip me if I misbehave"

Jamie spins around at that point, smacks his own rear ended before crouch and curving his body forward and straitening up, leaving his rear out before standing completely straight up.

"Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're twerking with"

Jamie obliges the song lyrics and turns his back to the crowd, standing in front of Amy Marshall, he crouches low to the ground and starts to twerk, causing Chrissy to pant more from the DJ stage. Jamie moves flat on the floor, sliding on his stomach towards Ben, his hand reached out.

"Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it"

He looks in Ben's eyes as he lip syncs the next part perfect, putting his hand on Ben leg and springing to his feet. He turns his back to Ben, bending over slightly. Jamie moves to the middle of the stage and drops to his knees 'riding' the floor.

"I'm bringing sexy back!"

Jamie raises his hand as the crowd explodes in to wild cheers as the music stops. He stands up and cups his ear to the crowd, causing more cheers. LL Cool J approaches him.

LL Cool J: Wow! Just wow! How do you think that went Jamie?

Jamie:  Listen to them!

Jamie cups his ear again and waves his hand, causing the crowd to cheer louder.

LL Cool J: Ben, what did you think of that?

Ben: I thought you said you was bringing SexyBack?

Jamie turns around, shaking his rear at Ben.

Ben: I hate to admit it, but that was scary good.

LL Cool J: And Chrissy, what did you think of Jamie's moves?

Chrissy looks mesmerized by Jamie after his performance.

Chrissy: Why are all the good ones gay?

Jamie: I think it's Gods cosmic joke for that whole apple thing. You know, forbidden fruit and all that?

The crowd burst in to laughter as SexyBack starts to play in the background.

LL Cool J: Time for a break over here, but when we return, we're gonna see how both Ben and Jamie got ready for tonight's show, plus we're gonna see what both of them have up their sleeve to wow you with and we will crown a Lip Sync Battle champion. Don't go anywhere!

The camera focuses on the title belt on Chrissy's DJ booth before going to a commercial break.

That was pretty fun, wasn't it? I thought so, bet ya can't wait till next week to see part two, live from Jamie's promo.... Want a clue about what's in store? Me too!

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Climax Control Archives / A night with the lads.
« on: February 26, 2016, 11:53:39 AM »
 A full sized mirror is seen and a pair of legs are seen at the bottom, silver suit pants and black shoes are seen. The camera moves up a male body to see a tucked in black shirt and hanging silver jacket before going  up to show the male face as Ben Jordan. Ben flicks his hair back and straightens his shirt collar as he looks in the mirror, looking behind himself at the camera.

Ben: When ya showing that shot, put in some banging music, something like Let's Ride by Kid Rock or something.

Ben clears his throat and turns around.

Ben: How are we today people? We good? Blinding. What a cracking two weeks it's been, eh? Life of a champion is a little bit crackers to say the least, but I did have a little bit of time where I could just relax and be a bit of me back home this week, and I let these lovely people follow me. Wanna see what I got up to? Roll it.



The sounds of "Get Ready" by The Temptations is heard playing through a bar. A long brown bar is seen with a very well stocked back bar and columns running from the bar to the ceiling. Bar stools filled by customers rest around the bar. The camera spins to see tables and chairs filled with people. The camera moves around to show the customers wearing clothes dating back to the sixties. The camera cuts to outside the building where the voice of Ben Jordan is heard.

Ben: Ok Ben, you look like a right tit, but it's Motown night, you're back in London, you're celebrating the title win around friends and family. You can stay dressed like this for a while.

A deep breath is heard as a hand is seen pulling open a door and the inside of the building is seen. The camera switches to the front of the door as Ben steps in, dressed in a long brown, all in one suit, afro, fake moustache, high heeled white platformed shoes and sunglasses, almost unrecognizable.... think this....

<img src=http://www.fancydressball.co.uk/big_images1/buccaneer-costume1-33432.jpg height="400" width="300">

Ben moves in to the bar, but is instantly called by the barman, causing Ben to nod at him as he moves closer to the bar.

Ben: Hello Nige mate.

The barman, now known as Nigel moves closer to Ben, reaching his hand out and shaking Ben's hand.

Nigel: I knew that was you Ben!

Ben: And there's me thinking no one's gonna know it's me dressed like this. How ya doing Nige?

Nigel: I'm all right! Fosters?

Ben nods towards Nigel who pulls up a glass and putting it under the Foster's tap and pouring up a pint of the Australian lager. After a few seconds, he places the beer in front of Ben.

Ben: Start a tab Nige, have a few on there yourself mate.

Nigel: Thanks Ben and congratulations on your title win. Where is it?

Ben wraps his fingers around the glass, lifting it from the bar.

Ben: Can't bring it down here on a night like this, people would nick the gold plate while I was distracted. Will bring it down here tomorrow.

Nigel nods as Ben turns around, seeing a group of four men standing at the end of the bar, not joining in with the fancy dress concept. Ben moves through the crowd, standing behind them.

Ben: I see you lot got in the spirit of things.

The trio turn around.

Ben: Sparky, Tone, Rob. Daz. Nice to see ya again.

Tony: Fucking hell Ben! Is that you under all that shit?

Ben nods as Tony puts his hand out, shaking it before hugging Ben. Ben turns to the other three and hugs them.

Ben: Yeah lads, somehow I found my way back to the Island, took the wrong turn outta Cali and ended up here.

Ben looks at their almost empty glasses and looks at Nigel hovering around nearby. He points at the glasses and Ben nods, sending Nigel to work.

Ben: I heard there was a party, I heard it was Motown, and had a feeling you lot would be haunting this place.

Ben flashes a smile at the four.

Rob: You just came here for a dance off.

Ben: I did but I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.

Rob puts his hands up towards Ben, before crossing one foot over the other and spinning around in a circle. He licks his fingers and runs them on his eyebrows, before pointing at Ben.

Ben: Yeah, I was right, I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.

Ben's comment gets a laugh from the others as Rob's face looks unimpressed at his long time friend. Ben turns his head, looking around at the women dressed in the style of the Motown era. Ben nudges Tony with his elbow.

Ben: All these birds and you ain't on 'em yet?

Tony: Early yet son.

Rob: What he means is he struck out more times than a box of matches already tonight.

Tony glares at Rob, lifting the middle finger. "Tracks of my Tears" starts to play and Rob turns to grin at Ben.

Rob: Gotta do the slide.

Ben spreads his legs slightly, before sliding his other leg towards him, as Rob does the same. The two slide past each other, and then back the other way, causing groans from the other three.

Tony: You two are fucking embarrassing.

Rob: You're jealous you don't have the moves.

Tony: Thank fuck I don't have the moves.

Tony shakes his head and turns around as two women approach, the blonde of the two speaks to Ben as the others turns back to the freshly poured beers.

Woman: People are saying you're Ben Jordan under all that costume.

Ben nods his head slowly at the woman.

Ben: People are right darling. I'm Ben Jordan.

Woman: Can we have a picture?

Ben: Yeah, no problem sweets, crack on.

The women stand next to Ben as the blonde hold up a phone, quickly snapping a picture of the three, but Rob quickly jumps in for a photo bomb as the woman his the capture button. She turns to look at Rob, who sheepishly backs away.

Woman: Can I take another?

Ben nods and the woman raises the camera again, to quickly take another picture of the three.

Woman: Thanks Ben. You should come and join me and my friends later for a drink.

Ben: Who's your friends?

The woman points to a long table where three other women sit, watching what's going on at a distance. Ben raises his glass towards them and looks back at the woman.

Ben: Can I bring this bunch of wallys with me?

The woman looks at Ben and towards his group of friends.

Woman: Sure, I guess.

Ben: Blinding, we'll catch ya in a bit.

The two women walk away as Tony looks towards Ben, slowly shaking his head at Ben.

Ben: What? That's how ya do it?

Tony: Yeah, let's not worry about the money, fame and all the rest you have.

Ben: Like the ruggedly good looks and killer smile?

Tony: Go home, you're drunk!

Tony's comment gets a grin out of Ben as he looks towards his group of friend.

Ben: I've oddly missed you lot of wrong uns!

The man known as Sparky turns his head to Ben.

Sparky: Pussy.

Ben opens his mouth in mock surprise and looks at his friend.

Ben: Fuck me, it speaks. I thought ya missus had took ya tongue as well as ya knackers mate. Good to hear ya had something else to say, other than moaning about Arsenal and how James Milner is the shittest footballer ever to pull on boots.

Before anyone else can say anything else, Tony quickly pipes up.

Tony: You know what we need right now lads?

Ben mumbles, slowly shaking his head.

Ben: Please don't say it, please don't say it....

Tony: Shots!

Ben: He said it.

Ben turns his head towards Tony, slowly shaking it.

Ben: Bit early for that malarky mate.

Tony: What happened to you over there? Did the watered down beer make you scared of real booze or something?

Tony's comment causes Ben to scoff.

Ben: Nah, let's be honest. Start drinking them now, we know what's gonna happen. Rob will randomly start singing in the street, Daz will go home and wake his baby, you'll wake up on a random birds sofa because you'll pass out before you can get the engine started, Sparky will wake up next to a kebab, and I'll end up dancing here in me boxers.

Tony: Sounds like a blinding night to me.

Rob: Yeah, I've had worse nights.

Ben strokes the fake moustache on his face.

Ben: Fuck it, get 'em in!



The camera returns to Ben's smiling face, this time, Ben has the SCW Tag Team championship over his shoulder.

Ben: So much fun eh? Needless to say that Rob randomly started singing Uptown Girl in the street to an audience of none, Daz went home and woke his young baby up, giving him a few nights in the doghouse, Tony pulled a cracker and woke up on her sofa without doing the dirty deed, Sparky woke up next to a kebab, but happy ending, he ate it in the morning, and as for me, well, we all know I ended up dancing on a table, in me boxers and an afro. I miss those nights home with the boys, always entertaining.

A wide grin crosses his face.

Ben: But now on to more pressing matters, on to what's at hand right now and in a way, it's a bit of a clash of the champions in a way cause Blast From The Past starts and I've got me this bad boy belt here and I'm up against a newly crowned champion in Steve Ramone. First off, I wanna talk to me partner here. Alright Raynin love. I know ya love to win and stuff and I ain't planning to let ya down, but one step at a time, right?

Ben nods firmly.

Ben: I got faith in ya to do what ya gotta do, so I'll do what I gotta do too and dear God, I couldn't have asked for a better chance here. Steve Ramone, it's like the random booking Gods wanted to help a cockney out this week cause remember the last time I was in a ring with Stevie boy? I do, was only a couple of weeks ago at My Bloody Valentine II. For those people who have a memory with more holes in than a goal net. I grabbed Stevie and took away his dream of becoming the SCW World champion, I took away his chance of winning two titles in one night after being the challenger to both, something no one has ever done in SCW before. I stole his chance to create a bit of history there, so it's no surprise he had a hissy fit, threw his toys out of the pram and helped someone dump me over the top rope. Know what's sad about that Stevie?

Ben wags his finger at the camera.

Ben: I had the same chance to do the same thing and ya took that away from me, just cause I was playing by the rules and you didn't fancy doing the same. I'm not usually a vengeful bloke really, I live and let live, there's way to much bollocks in the world than for me to hold a grudge about something like this, because I'm proud to be a champ with me mate, but I ain't gonna say no to kicking ya in the crackers once time just for what you did to me. I don't feel robbed, I don't feel cheated, but I wouldn't have minded being a double champ for a couple of weeks, just like you wouldn't have, so being as I got a chance to teach ya something, I will teach ya that hissy fits just ain't the way forward. Trust me Stevie, you'll live longer and stop people wanting to kick the living daylights out of ya if ya just reeled yourself in a little bit buddy.

Ben smiles, pulling the title belt higher on his shoulder.

Ben: I do get this weird ol' feeling that we're gonna see a very different Steve Ramone this week, if ya social media crap is anything to go by. You can almost feel Twitter about to collapse under that ego there and I get this nasty feeling that you will be trying to turn Climax Control in to the Steve Ramone show, but here's the issue mate. You can build up to whatever ya want but if ya can't back it up at the end of the night, than you've wasted ya time and this is the problem, because you'll be building things up all night, I can smell it but at the end of the night, you'll just be the same geezer you was before, and on ya back, looking at the lights and not hearing ya name announced as the winner. It's a place you've been for a while. The title doesn't make the man Stevie, the man makes the title and you are the same geezer you was a week before My Bloody Valentine II. The only thing that belts done is blown up your mind, no change to ya wrestling ability and I have no Scooby why you think it has and could turn you in to superman this week, but fact is Stevie, belt or not, it doesn't change what's at the roots. This thing here don't make me better.

Ben runs his hand along the top of his belt and smiles.

Ben: Will never get tired of groping this bad boy. Anyway, having this hasn't changed me in the way the Roulette title seems to have changed our old mate Stevie. Because I won this, I don't see me as invincible, but I do see meself as a bloke who now has to lift his game to do the strap proud. I don't instantly think I got it, so now I'm instantly better. Fact is, you're a champ, you grab the chance by the bollocks, you lead, and you keep going to improve more and more. This thing don't give me super powers or anything, and Steve, you gotta see the same for yourself. That belt mate, doesn't instantly lift your ability through the roof, ya still on the same level you was before, ya just got some brand new jewelry to show off. If ya motivation was to be a champion, you now need to find the motivation to keep going. The chase for you is over Steve, you've caught the title and now you need to find a reason to go on, I got mine Stevie.

Ben taps the side of his head and smiles.

Ben: I've made a big deal about not getting title shots and all that, and when I did, I won this one, and I know there's no titles on the line Stevie, but beating another champion would be a good feather to add to me hat, a good string to add to the bow, and well, beating a champion who never knows what kinda match he's gonna be in sounds like a blinder to me. I have all the respect in the world for anyone that has ever held that title cause it's not an easy one to keep ya mits on but beating the geezer who has the belt is motivation enough for me to keep me focused.

A smile crosses Ben's face as he gives a thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: Of course, I also like winning, which helps. Everyone loves to win and I'm only human. I mean none of us like getting our arses handed to us so I'm gonna do what I can so you don't be handing my arse to me. I'll be going at it like a bat outta hell to try and show that I deserve to kick me arse through this tournament for the sake of me partner and me personal pride. Trust me, it's all pride and ego free over here Stevie, it's like the opposite of you.

Ben's eyes widen.

Ben: Holy Bejesus! I am the anti Steve Ramone! I am the light side to his darkness. He's driven by ego, I'm driven by pride. Bloody hell.

Ben stands and shudders at the thought before continuing.

Ben: There's me sitting here talking like Steve's actually gonna make it to the ring on Sunday. Picture the scene people. Steve goes on a huge ego kick, all over the show giving someone the chance to take him out before he even gets anywhere near the ring. I ain't talking about me people, taking someone out before a match ain't my style, just not part of me DNA.

Ben waves his finger in front of his face with a firm head shake.

Ben: I'm talking about Alexis! The bird is a proper little wildcat and she don't like you much Stevie. Can't say I really blame her, but telling ya, don't get too close, she'll rip ya Jacobs off and use them as marbles if ya give her half the chance.

Ben lowers his eyebrows with a look of pain on his face.

Ben: I get the feeling I'm not really the one you have to worry about in this match Steve, I get the feeling Alexis is the one you should be keeping an eye on cause that bird be nuttier than squirrel crap. Seriously, she's more nuts than a Snickers bar.

Ben smiles and slowly nods.

Ben: Gotta level with ya, I ain't even at looking at getting in it with Alexis, scares me a little bit. She looks like she'll bite if ya get too close, like True Blood vampire bite thingy. Seriously, little bit worried that my anti Alexis spray won't work, but people, I am taking bets on if Steve and Alexis do end up mixing it up and who would win. Alexis is heavy favourite though people, just tweet me ya bets and all that and we'll see.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: All I know is that I'm coming out firing and trying to kick us in to round two, pick up a win over a champion and get to defending that title of mine in front of those good people who cheered me on to get as far as I have done.

Ben straightens his collar once more and smiles.

Ben: Right people, I got some place to be at this moment in time, so thanks for listening to me rabbit on a bit and I'll see ya on Sunday.

Ben winks at the camera once more.

Ben: Laters people!

The camera fades out.

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Supercard Archives / THE NOBODIES (C) SIMON JONES & BEN JORDAN
« on: February 12, 2016, 04:57:30 AM »
 ...Count this one for the gauntlet...

During Climax Control - 31st January 2015. SCW Exclusive unseen footage.

You remember Sam Marlowe's promo, right? You remember she took over from an interview this fella was giving? Well, here's the start of it. I know, we're arse backwards at times but better late then never, right people?

The main event is just about to starts as the camera's cut to the backstage area, where Ben Jordan stands impatiently outside of the women's locker room. Medical staff move in through the door, as the aftermath from  the brutal attack by Jenny Tuck on Crystal Millar continues on. Ben, dressed casually in blue jeans and light grey T-shirt looks at the watch on his wrist, his eyes switching to a nearby screen as Team Hero make their entrance to the ring. A tap on his shoulder gets his attention as he turns to a beaming Sam Marlowe, the grin plastered on her face after being announced to be facing Mikah at My Bloody Valentine II.

Ben: You're gonna break your face if you keep smiling that wide darling.

Sam looks up at Ben, the Cheshire cat still plastered on her face.

Sam: I can't believe it. Out of everyone in SCW, she picked me.

Ben: And you're gonna smash it girl, proper smash it. Mikah's not gonna know what's hit her. Anyway, time for that drink, eh?

Sam nods in agreement but before the two can leave, Ms. Rocky Mountains moves in to the scene.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hey Ben! Hey Sam. Congratulations you guys. Both getting title shots at the next supercard and you Ben.

She points a finger out towards Ben.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You should walk out with two championships.

A smile crosses his face as he raises his eyebrows.

Ben: Like London buses mate, nothing for a long time then two come along at once.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You might if I ask you guys some questions? Maybe we can get this online on the site in the build up to the show.

Ben looks at Sam who nods at him, before looking back at Rocky.

Ben: Go for it. Knock ya self out sweetheart.

Ms. Rocky Mountains clears her throat as she looks at Sam.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Sam, how does it feel to be going up against Mikah for the Bombshell World Championship at My Bloody Valentine II.

Sam looks blankly at Rocky, no words passing her lips, just a smile on her face.

Ben: I think you said her buzz words there, you mention Mikah, the title and the event in the same breath and it blows her mind a bit, sends her in to this whole other place. I think we can safely say it gets her a little bit speechless.

Ms. Rocky Mountains smiles at Ben, and continues.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Then let's just talk to you for a second Ben.

Ben: Let's do that. I'm sure she'll snap out of it shortly and you can have a rabbit with her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains looks slightly confused by Ben's terminology, but Ben moves quickly to clear up any confusion.

Ben: Rabbit just means a chat, I don't mean you two can go buy a rabbit or something, that would just be loony.

Another confused look lands in Ben's direction, but Ms. Rocky Mountains decides to continue the interview.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: We saw earlier tonight that you signed the contract with Simon Jones, to take on The Nobodies in a match for the SCW Tag Team Championships in SCW, your first title shot in SCW. What was you feeling when you put your name on that contract?

Ben scratches the side of his head, thinking about his answer closely.

Ben: First off, relief. I came to SCW as a guy who won so much in ACW, everyone expected me to go on and win something quickly, everyone thought I could be the one who made waves in SCW and simply, I didn't. I feel I let meself down, I feel I let the fans down. I watched my ACW buddies like Simon, Drake, Guns For Hire and the rest go on and work their bollocks off to earn and win what they did, and I couldn't keep up or catch the eye or whatever. To sign a contract to actually now have at least a chance of a title shot came as a bit of a relief to me. Means I'm getting noticed a bit.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is there any nerves running through you about it?

Ben: I wouldn't say nerves as such. There's defo a bit of pressure around, cause this ain't only my first shot at anything, it ain't all about me. This is about helping a mate get his dream too by helping him get the gold he wants. No one's worked harder in this game to be known as a champion more than Jonesy. If it wasn't for his advice through ACW, I'd be nowhere right now, so this is my way of thanking him for all the helpful stuff he's done for me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's nice. You'll be facing two men you know very well.

A smile creeps over Ben's face as he nods slowly.

Ben: Very well, which is a blessing and a curse really. When Connor and I was in the New XTremes together, we faced each other more than once. It was a Spike Staggs philosophy for us to know each other that well. Didn't matter how pissed up we got the night before, every day was a day to improve, get in the ring and beat on each other. That's what we did, Connor knows me as much as I know him in the ring and Tim, he was always about. The fella was scouting me for a couple of years, long before this match was a twinkle in anyone's eye. He knows what I can do, so I'm playing catch up with him a little bit but I'm looking forward to it.

Ben winks at Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: This is a chance for you to not only become a Tag Team Champion but the World Championship will also be up for grabs if people want to enter it. Will you be entering it?

Ben purses his lips together, letting the air escape from his lungs and through his lips. He looks towards Sam, who has seemingly come back to reality, looking at Ben also for and answer. He looks back towards Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ben: I'll give it a crack. I'll have a go but let's be honest, chances of me walking out with a pair of titles at the end of the night is pretty low. It's a prize everyone has their eyes on. Every man and his dog wants that title, so every man and his dog is gonna be working their nuts off for it. Everyone will bring it all, but I know I'll be focused on going for what I set out to do and get me mits on another piece of gold.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But what if you do win it? With the rules of no person should hold two titles in SCW, what would happen should you become both the Tag Team Champion and World Champion in one night.

Ben smiles and replies quickly without hesitation.

Ben: Then I'll walk out on the first episode of Climax Control after My Bloody Valentine II, bring Christian Underwood to the ring, tell him to book the two most worthy people in a match and the winner will become the new World Champion.

Both Sam and Ms. Rocky Mountains look at Ben with surprised looks, Ben just casually shrugs his shoulders at them both.

Ben: What?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You'd give up the top prize in our game, just like that?

Ben: Abso-bloody-lutely. Would give them up in a heart beat, not even a second thought would enter my mind.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why? When you know everyone wants that title?

Ben: You've been around here long enough to know that this whole sport in general is full of arseholes looking out for themselves. People who wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire. Feel free to edit out me French there, but it is part of what happens. Every place is full of egos and people who think it's their God given right to be handed something that they don't deserve. I mean look at these people who show up and instantly demand title shots and stuff without earning it or even having a match. I got something already that these people don't have and that is seriously a nightmare to find in this game.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What's that?

Ben: Trust and loyalty. I trust Jonesy with my life, and I'm as loyal as you can be. I'll go for the World title, but if I take the Tag Team titles before that, my loyalty lies here with Jonesy and eventually being known as the greatest Tag Team Champions that SCW has ever seen, that's me real goal. There'll always be another time for the top prize, but my minces are firmly glued on being one of the greatest tag champs the world has ever seen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So you'd give up the title that easy?

Again, Ben replies without hesitation.

Ben: That easy. I'm all about the tag gold, all about flying the flags for the Brits, all about making myself known in the tag division.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Most people here would sell their own mothers for that title.

Ben: And that my dear Rocky, is why I'm loyal when so many ain't. Plus I love me mother, so couldn't sell her anyways.

Ben smiles at Rocky with a wide grin.

Ben: Ain't just saying that because I know she watches everything I do.

Ben quickly turns to the camera, with a thumbs up.

Ben: Alright mum?

Ben turns back to Rocky.

Ben: Loyalty costs bugger all sweetheart, but it's a priceless thing to have. I'll give it a good go for the fans, but heart lies elsewhere. That's all there with the old tag gold, cause that's something I wanna make famous again with me mate.

Ben looks up, looking across and seeing Christian Underwood waving towards him off camera, beckoning him towards him. Ben looks at Rocky.

Ben: Looks like the boss man over there wants to see me and have a good old chin wag with me.

Ben turns his head, looking down at Sam Marlowe.

Ben: Right, you back with us now you've got out of being lost in your own mind?

Sam looks at Ben, firing a nod in his direction.

Ben: Right, good, I'm gonna go have a natter with the boss man over there.

He quickly turns his head to look at Rocky.

Ben: I think she's lucid enough now for you to ask what ya wanna ask about her shot but it's not good form to keep the boss man from waiting.

Ben puts a finger up towards Christian and quickly looks at Sam.

Ben: Right, you do your thing here, gonna have to get used to this on the spot talking when ya the champ, I'm gonna go talk to Christian. That drink still waits should no dragons appear.

Ben winks at Sam and turns away, walking off camera.

Now head back to Sam's to rewatch the conclusion....



Tuesday 9th February.

A rented house in East London, England is where we start today and an over excited Ben Jordan jumps around the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan quickly from a cupboard and putting it on a stove. From a nearby doorway, travelling buddy Melody Grace looks at Ben, scratching her head as the jovial Englishman picks up a small jug nearby.

Ben: Seriously, sod Valentine's Day, this has to be head and shoulders above that malarky.

Melody: Someone's in a happy mood.

Ben jumps in the air spinning around and holding his chest as he exhales.

Ben: Bloody hell, I know ya like a tiny ninja there Hollow Legs, but damn, nearly gave me a connery. If it was possible, I coulda jumped right out me skin.

Melody pokes her bottom lip out, looking at Ben.

Melody: Sorry.

Ben: All good treacle, well will be when me ticker slows down and I get back to this glorious day.

Melody moves in to the kitchen, looking out a small kitchen window and moving her fingers through her head.

Melody: What's so glorious about the rain?

Ben tilts his head towards Melody across the kitchen.

Ben: you'll appreciate the rain when ya sitting there in the snow in Norway in a day or two. The rain ain't so bad, ya kinda get used to it after a while. Besides girl, it ain't about the rain, it's about what day it is today. It's about the day.

Melody looks towards Ben with confusion.

Melody: Is it your birthday?

Ben: Nah, not me birthday, don't think anyone really knows when that thing is.

Ben looks at the camera and shrugs his shoulders, before turning back and looking at Melody with a cheesy grin.

Ben: It's paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnncaaaaaaaaaaaake day!

Ben clenches his fists in front of him and starts rocking his shoulders in something that can only be described as his happy dance. Melody lowers her eyebrows and pushes her lips together, slowly shaking her head as Ben spins around three hundred and sixty degrees and points towards a frying pan. Melody shakes her head faster as Ben turns to her.

Ben: It's like the greatest day ever.

Melody: If you say so Benny.

Ben: I do. I mean if I can host my own show cooking nothing but pancakes, I would so do it.

Ben rubs his chin as a smile crosses his face.

Ben: Ya know what Mel? That ain't a bad idea.

Ben clicks his fingers and the whole scene changes. A long white counter with a built in sink and cooker reflect the high powered studio lights above it. Ingredients line across a work surface, a crowd of people sit in front of the set, eagerly awaiting what's next. Ben Jordan stands behind the counter next to a really confused looking Melody Grace. Ben is wearing a white chef jacket, while Melody wears a white apron. She looks at Ben through narrowed eyes.

Melody: What just happened?

Ben: Don't worry darling, just go with it.

Melody: How did you do all this?

Ben casually shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: It just happens from time to time. I think about things, I click me fingers and crazy stuff happens. It's all part of me charm and mystery.

The man behind a camera holds up five fingers.

Ben: Get ready Mel Mel, you're about to make a cooking show debut.

Melody looks at Ben with her mouth opened as the man starts counting down, dropping his fingers from four, to three, to two, to one. He points at Ben as a cheesy, yet bouncy jingle starts to play. The jingle comes to a stop and the camera focuses on Ben.

Ben: Hello and welcome to...

Ben looks above his head to see a lit up sign with a name across it. He quickly looks back to the camera.

Ben: Cooking With The Cockney.... I like it! Anyways, I'm your host, Ben Jordan as always here with my lovely assistant, Melody Grace!

The audience clap and cheer as Melody slowly waves towards them.

Ben: Today is that great British day, pancake day! It's one of me fave times of the year. Now ya know that most people get a bit boring with the ol' pancakes, bit of sugar and lemon and that's it, but that ain't how it should work. Pancakes should be a bit like me, fun and fruity.

The audience laugh as Ben winks and turns to Melody.

Ben: We should get making these bad boys, don't ya think?

Melody doesn't say anything but nods.

Ben: Right me lovely assistant, time to make the pancake batter, so could you pass me a couple of eggs.

Melody picks up two eggs while Ben picks up a bowl of flour.

Ben: Right people, nothing special about this flour, just ya run of the mill plain flour, about hundred grams, sorted. Wanna break in those eggs darling?

Melody cracks in two eggs in to the bowl of flour and Ben picks up a nearby whisk as he looks at Melody.

Ben: You've done that before, expert level egg cracker.

Melody: Thrown a couple at my ex more than once.

The crowd laugh as Ben points his head down towards a jug of milk. Melody nods and picks it up.

Ben: Whack in about 300ml of semi skimmed milk, and a tablespoon of oil.

Melody pours the milk in and quickly picks up a bottle of oil and pours a small amount in. Ben reaches down and puts his hand in a salt pot and takes a pinch of salt and putting it in the bowl.

Ben: Now this is the part where I can use it as an excuse not to hit the gym. This is where I get the muscles from people, whipping this stuff up.

Ben starts to whisk together the ingredients, whisking hard and fast to combine the lot. After a few seconds, Ben stops and looks down in the bowl.

Ben: This is what we're looking for people. Smoother than me after six pints. Now I know people say leave it for a bit in the fridge but nah, nuts to that, old wives tale and I am neither old nor a wife, so we don't have listen to that stuff.

Ben moves over towards to a frying pan, putting in just a splash of oil and uses a paper towel to move the oil around the pan.

Ben: Ya wanna do that cause when it comes to flipping these bad boys, ya don't want them stuck to the pan cause that would be a disaster.

Ben puts the pan down on the heat and picks up the bowl.

Ben: This is where the fun stuff starts for me. Thirty seconds either side people, that's all ya really need on this bad boys.

He pours the batter in to the pan, creating a sizzle. Ben rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Ben: You people at home, I know you can't smell this but it's amazing. We're getting up to me fave part, something I'm good at apparently. Been called a big tosser all me life and had a lot of practice with me wrist lately.

Ben winks and takes the pan by the handle and jerking the pan upwards, but the pancake flies in the air, disappearing from view and causing the audience to laugh. Ben awkwardly looks up at the lights.

Ben: Don't know me own strength at times. Moving on...

Ben pours more batter in to the pan as looks towards Melody with a grin. Melody sensing what's about to happen, shakes her head.

Ben: I think being as me pancake is now currently looking on the lights up there, I think maybe we should get Melody to toss the next one.

Melody shakes her head but the crowd cheer and clap. Melody slowly walks down towards the pan and puts her hand on the handle.

Ben: I would give ya some advice on how to do this, but I'm rubbish at it. Good luck Mel Mel.

Melody flips the pan, the pancake flipping over and landing perfectly in the pan. The crowd clap and cheer Melody as Ben looks on impressed.

Ben: Looks like we brought in a ringer here.

Ben tilts his head towards Melody and quickly grabs a jar of Nutella nearby and popping off the cap and taking a spoonful and putting it on the middle of the pancake.

Ben: I know people spread it afterwards usually, but ya know pancakes fall apart at that point. Whacking it right there in the middle let's the heat go through, soften it up and makes it a ton easier to spread.

Ben picks up the pan and slides the pancake on a nearby plate and spreads the Nutella easily across the pancake.

Ben: Told ya people, it's a lot easier. Now we top this thing off with chopped hazelnuts and fresh strawberries.

Ben points to Melody who sprinkles the plate with chopped hazelnuts and reaches for the fresh strawberries, putting the all over the plate and pancake.

Ben: And there people, you have one of the best things you could ever have on a day like today. You will never go back to lemon and sugar again.

Ben smiles at the camera.

Ben: That's it for this little segment of Cooking With The Cockney. For Melody Grace and meself, we'll catch ya later.

Ben clicks his fingers and he and Melody appear back in the rented houses kitchen. Melody looks at Ben, her eyes wide.

Melody: You so gotta teach me how to do that!

Ben smiles at Melody as the scene fades



Friday 12th February

California State University, Long Beach, California.

Crowds of people hustle through a hall, decked out in SCW banners hanging from the brickwork. Stalls set up all around selling various merchandise from SCW stars line another wall to the side. The cameras move around to see people carrying various purchased items carrying the SCW logo. Not an uncommon site to see when SCW is in town, meet and greets are a regular supercard occurrence. The camera moves around to see a row of people lining up in front of a table. Behind the table, Ben Jordan sits as rows of fans queue up. Ben looks down the camera.

Ben: I don't actually mind these things, actually a ton of fun for me to sit and be a part of. I know a few people behind the curtain so to speak ain't big fans of this kinda thing, like Lord Raab who is exactly the geezer you see on TV, emotionless and doesn't give a toss because he is uncomfortable around people, or people like Mikah, who really just don't like people, or Alexis Edwards, who really does bite when she's angry, but me, I get a proper kick outta these things.

Ben signs a picture for a fan as she passes through, before moving on to Stoner Scott Oliver, who is seated to Ben's left.

Ben: Even the people who stay out the ring don't mind being here for the fans because we know you're a bread and butter, so thanks to you all. It's why I really go out of me way to sit there and try and get you lovely people involved in what we do. It's why I work me Jacobs off to get you guys interested in me matches. We know we have to sell it to you, but let's be honest people, I don't have to work too hard to sell this one on you because you already know it's gonna be a proper cracker.

Ben looks at a young girl, early teens holding her phone with the camera flash on. Ben stands and leans over the table, smiling as the young girl takes a selfie. She throws her arms around Ben, who taps her on the back, before sitting back down and looking down the camera again.

Ben: See that smile I just got from her, it's what we're all about, or should be.

Ben looks up once more, signing another picture of himself and handing it to the next person as she takes a picture of him. He quickly turns his head to the camera on his left again.

Ben: Oh, don't think I'm being rude or anything, they can all get pics with me this afternoon, like I said, I like being here so my aris is here all day and I'll be standing over there in a bit with a grin and meeting these lovely people. Anyway, I should be talking about me match, selling it on you guys, but come on, let's be proper up front, who doesn't wanna see this match?

Ben smiles as he signs another autograph, giving a man in his early twenties a quick sharp nod, before returning his gaze back to the camera.

Ben: It's been rumoured that this guy might step up and be Jonesy's partner since Jonesy made it clear he wanted the tag titles. People saw it as a natural pairing, people saw I have a little good history with the champions, match made in heaven and everyone wants to see it. The thought of it gets me a little excited. I get to face a fella I grew with in wrestling, and a fella that calls me Uncle Ben.

Ben hears his name called by a group not in the queue and gives them a quick wave and thumbs up before continuing.

Ben: I look at Connor and there's not a doubt in me nogging at all that this bloke can proper bang with his fists, that he could stand and knock people clean out of their boots if he really wants to. I know he gets a decent kick out of pain, both giving pain and getting a whack himself. I know this geezer will fight till there's no breath in his body. I'm under bugger all illusions that getting in the ring with Connor will be no easy task, I mean he's coming off a huge win against Raab and Samuel, and as weird and very disturbing as those two really are, they both know what they're doing in the ring. They both push people to their limits. Not only did they do that to Connor and to Tim, The Nobodies came out with a huge arse win, you can not deny that don't mean a thing.

Ben smiles at the next in line, quickly signing an three pictures of himself and handing them to a mother and her two boy children. Ben fires his trademark smile at the women and turns back to the camera as she moves along the line.

Ben: Connor was on proper form there. I mean you look across the ring at those two in their scary mask things, and you will always feel your April go a little bit, because they do have that aura of nutcaseness about them, they do give you the willies, but Connor never flinched, he proved himself a fighting champion and never backed down. I know we are old friends, but I'd be out of me box to think that means anything in this one. He ain't gonna look across the ring at me as Ben Jordan, former stable mate, former drinking partner, bloke who has shared countless hangovers with him. He's gonna see me as a threat trying to take hold of what he wants to keep the most and in honesty, he should see me that way, cause Connor mate, I'm seeing you the same way. As a geezer holding what I want more than anything in the world.

Ben quickly signs another picture of himself, handing it to the recipient, a young boy with bright blue eyes.

Ben: Those eyes are gonna get ya everywhere kiddo, the ladies will love 'em.

The young boy looks up at his mother with a beaming face before moving down the line, as Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: That's the face I want when I get some gold in my hand. Absolutely beaming son, but I know you ain't giving that belt up without a fight. That's what I plan on bringing to you Connor, bringing ya the fight. I know you wouldn't want it any other way son, so I'm gonna make sure you're not gonna get it any other way.

Ben smiles as he turns to the next person, a balding man with a ponytail and T-shirt looking way too small. Ben signs his name on a picture and hands it to the guy who grins widely at Ben before moving along the line. Ben turns back to the camera.

Ben: A fan is a fan, ya know? It's where we all start and it's where me mate Timmy was not too long ago. Mate, you've come a long way in such a short time Tim. I'm seriously proud of ya pal, really and  truly am. I'm proper glad you've come and got ya dreams to follow in ya families footsteps and someday, you'll be better than they are. I know they won't even be grumps about me saying that because they know you are gonna be that good and they too will be proper proud of you for doing it. This is where I'm conflicted Tim. This is where me nut is racing about five thousand miles an hour just thinking about it. I always wanted  you to do well, to be better than anyone in this game, you're a great kid and all, but the thing that gets me is I'm also the fella that wants to take away ya title.

Ben grins at the next set of people, a family of four, parents, a young boy and a young girl.

Ben: Put 'em up on the table, get a pic before the crowds gather later.

The parents nod in agreement and lift the children on to the table. Ben moves in between them as both parents quickly takes pictures from their camera phones. Their parents help them off the table and Ben signs two pictures of himself and hands them to the children. They move along and Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: This makes it tough for me Tim, really tough because I don't wanna be the first guy to take a title off you, I don't wanna be the first guy that makes you feel that way. Thing is mate, I've worked hard as hell to get to where am and to get this chance to grab hold of that gold, I've worked like crazy to even be where I am today. I don't wanna take it from ya, but ya understand it's what we're in this business to do. I know somewhere deep down, you'll understand why I gotta give it my all. Everyone in this match I have a connection to one way or another, so I hope you understand Tim, that I'll be doing this one as much for my partner, as I am for myself. I gotta give it my all mate, or I can no longer be justified in what I am.

Ben looks at the next in line, a middle aged woman. He grabs a nearby picture of himself to sign and hands it to her with a nod and smile. He turns back to the camera as she passes.

Ben: I know that I've pretty much said I'm gonna be in the World Title match too, someone's gotta help make up the numbers, but the draw of being World Champion, if only for a couple of weeks, is something that is tough to pass up. I stand by what I've said that I will give it up but to be a champ at that level for a couple of weeks, it's tempting, so if I am lucky enough to get through each and every person who draws a number, if I am lucky enough to get that far, it's not gonna matter how much Connor beats me, no matter how much Tim beats me, I will give it my absolute last drop of energy to push through and give people exactly what they wanna see.

Ben stands up and points around the crowd, a more seriously look on his face.

Ben: If these people are still cheering me on, pushing me through it after going through a war to try and get the Tag Team Championship belts away from the hottest team in SCW right now, hottest team there has been for a while. If they're cheering my name and willing me to win, if they're screaming out for me and wanting me to walk out a double champion, for these people.

Ben talks louder, his hand moving around the fans.

Ben: If these people think I'm good enough to be their champion, if only for a couple of weeks, then that is what the people get!

A cheer from the crowd around Ben brings a smile to his face.

Ben: This is what it's all about, a champion that wants to be their champion, not someone like Raab who is so narrow minded, you wouldn't believe it, not someone like J2H, Steve Ramone or Travis Nathaniel Andrews, who has their heads up their own jacksy, not someone who's been back for five minutes, or someone that want it's to put another title on his resume like Sean Jackson. You need a champion you can be proud of that won't mess ya about and as long as you're cheering and I'm still breathing, then I'll still be fighting. I'd still be giving it all I got to give them what they want.

Ben turns to the side, looking down the camera with the fans on his right hand side.

Ben: So there you have it, if these people want it and it looks like they really do wanna see me have a crack at a pair of titles, then these people will see that. SCW, you can considering me hat thrown right in that ring, and people I will promise you to give you the show of ya life.

Ben points at the camera.

Ben: Now I'd love to stay and yack a bit more with you people on the other side of that camera, but I gotta go hang out with these lovely people here, take some pictures, but if I'm anywhere near you people watching at home, I got some grins for you too.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Laters people.

He raises a hand to the camera before turning around to the crowd in front of him and the scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / What was I thinking?
« on: January 29, 2016, 05:48:52 AM »
 Early morning breaks somewhere in California. A man is seen sitting on a bench as the sun starts to peek up above the tall surrounding buildings. The camera moves closer to the man on the bench to see him as SCW star, Ben Jordan. Ben, wearing silver suit pants and a white shirt with three buttons undone, looks weary eyed as he squints. He looks around himself, looking to see where he is. Leafless trees surround him, and grass covers the floor, a park of some sort. He squints his eyes to see a lake in the close distances. A yawn escapes the Englishman's lungs, jumping out quickly before he can cover his mouth, as a cyclists moves past him. Standing up, he stretches his arms up, his body clicking as he stands.

Ben: Not even sure what the bloody hell I was doing last night to end up here.

Another yawn escapes his lips, this time, he quickly covers his mouth. A second or two passes before he speaks to himself.

Ben: Right Benny boy, think a bit here son. What the bloody hell did you get up to last night? Why the heck are we in a parky thing? And please tell me I still got me old dog with him.

Ben reaches in to his pocket, feeling around for a few seconds before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Ben: Hello rover.

Ben puts his phone back in his pocket and looks around.

Ben: Yank parks always have coffee places in, right? Like some geezer who stands around selling coffee to everyone. Need to find me one of them, cause coffee right now would be proper blinding. Best place for a coffee gaff would be near a lake. Makes good business sense, people turn up, feed the ducks, buy over priced park coffee.

Ben starts walking towards the lake as he shakes his head, trying to get the mist to lift from his memory. More park goers come in to view, some sitting on the neatly cut grass lawn, others walking past on their way to work. Ben stops and looks around, looking in to the camera, jumping at the sight of it.

Ben: Blimey, how long have you been there?

He looks at the camera, as if to expect an answer.

Ben: You film me sitting on the bench there without me having a scooby about it and didn't even gimme a nudge or bring coffee. Listen son, you could get nicked for filming people without them knowing in a park, called voyeurism mate.

Ben breaks in to a smile as he looks at the man behind the camera.

Ben: Well as you're here, got a question or two to ask ya. One, do you have a scooby where I can get coffee around this place, and two, do you have any inkling of what I got up to last night?

The camera shakes from side to side as if to indicate no. Ben scratches his head as a frown forms on his face.

Ben: Well you're here for a reason, like be having a rabbit about me match with Grimm, eh?

The camera moves up and down and Ben smiles, giving a thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: To be honest, got a couple of things to have a chin wag about, but this bloke needs that stuff that someone describes to me as dirty dishwater.

Ben points towards the camera.

Ben: You know who you are.

A smile crosses the cockneys face as he winks. He points behind himself and jerks his head to the side.

Ben: Walk with me, talk with me, put up subtitles on the bottom for the people who can't work out what I'm banging on about. FYI, if you don't know the stuff dropping from me gob, please send this to Jonesy and he might find a bit of time to translate it for ya.

Ben turns to walk towards the lake, talking as he walks towards the gleaming water.

Ben: Last week was a bundle of fun wasn't it. First off having a giggle with The Surf Boys, then defeating them and winning a match with Jonesy carrying me arse, and getting an answer and present from Cons... Cheers for the bugs pants mate, never owned a pair like 'em before. To top it all off, Cons and Timmy went on to beat Raab and his fella to keep the tag belts, so I didn't look like a complete tit by making the challenge in the first place.

Ben turns and puts a thumb up to the camera.

Ben: Well done fellas, but that means that Jonesy and meself are likely to get a shot at those lovely jubbly belts at My Bloody Valentine II. That gets me more excited than a teenager in a titty bar. Connor, Tim, I'm looking forward to that more than you'll ever know, can't bloody wait.

A female jogger runs past Ben, raising her hand with a quick wave in Ben's direction.

Jogger: Hey Ben! Great night last night.

She continues to jog past, not stopping for any kind of conversation.

Ben: Alright darling... Wait...

Ben lowers his eyebrows in a look of confusion.

Ben: I have bugger all clue who the frick that was.

He quickly brushes it off with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ben: Moving on, where was I? Oh yeah, excited. That win over The Surf Boys kicked us in the right direction, and gave us a blinding chance to kick on from there by beating former tag champs, but tonight, me and Jonesy gotta do things on our own. I got Grimm, he got Goth.

Ben taps the side of his head.

Ben: I see what you're doing here boss men. I am smarter than the average Ben here. Anyone else remember when Grimm and Goth were tag team champions?

Ben winks.

Ben: This fella does. What these boss people have done is given me and Jonesy a chance against other former tag team champions but in singles matches, you smart fuckers you.

Two men stumble past Ben, one of them grabs his friend by the shirt with one hand and points to Ben, while talking to his friend.

Man 1: Dude! It's that guy!

Man 2: What guy man? I'm still a little drunk.

Man 1: That guy from last night.

He points to a confused Ben who looks at the two.

Man 2: OOOOOOH That guy!

The two move towards Ben, still looking confused.

Man 1: You was epic last night man! Completely epic.

Ben: Thanks fellas. It was fun...

Not having a clue what he's talking about, Ben nods at the duo and smiles.

Man 2: You so need to do that again. It was awesome.

Ben: Ummm, yeah, maybe. Anyway fellas, gotta be going, have a good un!

Ben gives a nod as the two men walk away, Ben looks down the camera confused.

Ben: I have no clue what I did last night, but sounds like drunk Ben had it large.

Ben turns to walk away a little more

Ben: Anyways, as I was saying, SCW pulled a great one off by putting me and Jonesy in single matches against tag team champions from the past, but this one means a little bit more to me. Not too long ago, Brother Grimm defeated me, which shocked more than a few peeps out there, honestly, it shocked me a little bit that Grimm got one over on me. I ain't saying I'm unbeatable or what not, but I think I didn't expect it. Me confidence was on a high, and I thought I was flying close to the sun, but like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun and me wings of wax and feathers disappeared and I came crashing down  and landed with a thump. Losing to Grimm, it opened me peepers and gave me a chance to have a proper butchers of what was happening around me. I should probably thank Grimm for grounding me a little bit, but I ain't gonna let that happen again.

Ben reaches the lake front before spying a coffee stall in the distance. He points his finger towards it.

Ben: That's what I'm talking about.

Ben starts to move in that direction but continues to talk.

Ben: It was a rough feeling after the match to come back to the dressing room knowing I lost, knowing I made mistakes out there and that I was so far off me game, everyone was playing something else, but it's something I learned from. It's something that I know I never wanna feel again, it was a downer for me, it kicked me square in the nuts and it was something I had to bounce meself back from. I did that, but like that team talk on football manager reminding the team to get revenge for the last match ya played against the same opposition, that's exactly the team talk I gave meself in an assertive tone, because I need to get meself a slight measure of revenge against one of the few geezers who can say they've beat me. I ain't talking about cheat and beat him up after the match for revenge, that ain't me kinda game, but I will be trying to get the three count.

Ben continues to move in the direction he wants to go, and people look at him as he passes.

Ben: Wouldn't be much of a wrestler if I wasn't trying to get the three count, know what I mean?

Ben reaches the coffee stall and the man's face instantly lights up with a wide grin.

Coffee guy: Ben! Good to see you! I thought you'd be passed out somewhere after last night.

Ben scratches his head and looks at the man as he holds a cup under a coffee machine.

Coffee guy: I've seen that look before and I got the cure for that. Coffee, black.

He reaches the disposable cup around and hands it to a grateful Ben.

Ben: Cheers mate, but I have no clue what I did last night.

The man tilts his head back, looking at Ben.

Coffee guy: It was awesome.

Ben: So I heard, but could do with a bit more than that.

The guy reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a phone. Tapping buttons on the front of it, he quickly unlocks the phone and navigates to where he wants to go. He holds the phone up towards Ben as a video plays....

VIDEO FOOTAGE FROM LAST NIGHT!

A clearly drunk Ben stands on a stage as the song "Sympathy For The Devil" starts to play. Holding a beer bottle for a microphone. Ben lips syncs along to the words, his lips pressed out in Mick Jaggar style.

"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste"

He struts along the stage with his hand on his hip in true Jaggar style turning his head to the crowd with his lips pursed out. He reaches down and grabs his belt before whipping it off as a crowd of nearby women clap him. He reaches for the button and pops open his silver pants button before dropping his suit pants to the floor revealing Avengers boxer shorts. Completely missing the next verse out, he continues to lip sync in to the bottle.

"Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name"

Ben moves towards the table of women and jumps on a nearby chair, shaking his hips to the screaming women.

Back in the present, Ben shrugs at the man.

Ben: Pretty standard night out for me. At least I found me strides afterwards. Usually lose em.

Coffee guy: Same again tonight?

Ben nods his head at the man with a smile.

Ben: Wouldn't miss it.

The camera fades as Ben grins.

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Climax Control Archives / Don't Worry, Be Happy
« on: January 22, 2016, 07:31:41 AM »
 Another beautiful Havana day greets us as the sun beats down early morning outside the home of Ben Jordan. The brown wooden door creeks open and the man himself walks out dressed in khaki combat shorts, a white buttoned up short sleeved shirt, sunglasses handing from the collar, and sandels on his feet. The camera moves in closer, focusing on Ben and down to his sandels before back to Ben's face.

Ben: What? If they're good enough for Jesus...

Ben pulls the door closed behind him, locking the door with a key and dropping the jinggling set in to his pocket, before buttoning the pocket up. He takes the sunglasses from the front of his collar and places them over his eyes.

Ben: Welcome to a fine Havana morning people, you know who I am, that's why ya watching this ol' thing. People bang on about themes to their promos and all that jazz, and I haven't really thought about it too much, but I guess this one is gonna reflect me opponents this week.

Ben turns, moving a move down the steps in front of him, jumping down one at a time.

Ben: Trust me, lot harder coming up these bad boys when you've had a mojhito or seven, but anyways.

He reaches the bottom, looking across at the sea wall, just across the road from him.

Ben: My opponents this week are proper laid back fellas, don't take life too serious and has a ton of fun while they're doing it. Of course it's The Surf Boys.

Ben looks either side of the road, his eyes aware for oncoming traffic. Seeing none, he strolls across the road and looks at the sea.

Ben: Takes me breath away every time I get me 'aris out of the house.

He turns his eyes back to the camera.

Ben: This people reflects everything you need to know about Narly and Radical, this is a piece of them, ya know?

Ben turns to his right, walking past an older gentleman. Ben quickly nods his head to the man.

Ben: Morning mate.

The man nods back towards Ben has he keeps on walking, the camera catching the almost clear blue water to the side of Ben.

Ben: They're chilled out poeple, without the need of Netflix, they worry about nothing at all, and that my friends is the way forward. It's part of the reason I moved to this place cause I wanna be just like them in so many ways.

He puts his hands up as he turns to the camera on his right hand side.

Ben: Not in the way where I get attacked by farm yard animals, and sea creatures and stuff, that's really not my kinda game, but when you look back on these two geezer, they have been around for donkeys, people get proper excited when they see their name mentioned on the shows and they have fun, that's what I wanna be when I grow up.

Ben winks at the camera before continuing to walk, quickly stepping down three steps cut in stone. In front of him lies a busy street market, fresh fish caught directly from the ocean and sold on stalls minutes later, fresh fruit, clothes and fabrics are all seen hanging from stalls.

Ben: Imagine this right on ya doorstep, doing ya shopping here, kicks Asda and Tesco's right in the nuts.

Ben scratches his head.

Ben: For you Americans, think Walmart, that's what I'm banging on about.

Ben puts two thumbs up to the camera and continues walking.

Ben: Anyways, lost me train of thought thinking about smart price brands and stuff.

Ben clicks his finger

Ben: Oh yeah, being like The Surf Boys. They've done something else I wanna do, and I don't mean jump in that water, they've held those Tag Team Championships that Jonesy and I really wanna get our hands on. Really wanna get me mits on those bad boys.

Ben walks past a fruit stall and the man behind it picks up a nearby fruit and loops it in the air towards Ben, before callinghis name. Ben turns and catches the yellowy green fruit as gravity takes over and fires a quick thumbs up.

Ben: Cheers mate, will catch ya on the way back as usual.

The man tips his hat to Ben as Ben faces the camera.

Ben: Do it every morning. Still can't work out what this thing is though, but it ain't half bad.

He looks at the fruit in his hand before moving on down the market a little more.

Ben: Anyways, back to those Tag Titles. I made a challenge, waiting on Cons to let me know and someone books them to face Raab and his fella, which means I look like a complete donut for making that challenge, but end of the day, doesn't matter if it's Raab and his bloke, or Connor and Tim, the goal is still there, no one has moved the goal posts and I know that the focus stays the same.

Ben taps the side of his head as he continues to stroll along at a slow steady pace.

Ben: Now I know so many have written The Surf Boys off in this situation, but it's not the case to write them off when they've actually knocked people on their arses that you didn't expect. It doesn't matter how many wins or loses ya have, when ya get that lovely, lovely gold, it shows you got something there and I'm pretty damn aware of that, and I reckon they wouldn't mind grabbing the belts again, they beat us, they will have their shot but the thing is, we ain't gonna turn up just to lose this one.

Ben nods towards a younger woman who gives him a wave, before continuing to talk.

Ben: Tag division is heating up something rotten right now, you got poeple like The Surf Boys back on TV, you got The Nobodies, The Monstimals, looks like you got that CJ fella and Eric Steel knocking about too. Grimm saves Jamesy boy last week, that could be a team for all I know, things are getting hotter than a Playboy shoot there, but I can tell ya, me and Jonesy wanna be top of the pops with this one, we wanna be the team everyone's chasing.

Ben moves through the crowd and moves to another sea wall. He leans his elbow on the top of it, looking down at the water crashing against it.

Ben: When ya being chased, it's no worry to me, you accept the fact everyone wants to come after what you have, I'm chilled at that point and that people is where ya should be in life. The Surf Boys prove that's possible and that's what I'm after and it all starts with a big three points for Jonesy and meself when we come up against you fellas. Step one, beat some former champs, step two, get the shot, step three, win the belts and relax.

Ben points his finger at the camera.

Ben: That's what it's all about my friends, not worrying and being happy and when we get through with The Surf Boys, I ain't gonna worry no more because Jonesy and meself are heading up to the top of the division, we're heading for the gold and like Mo Farah having a little jog, we won't stop till that gold is in our mits.

Ben smiles.

Ben: Anyway my lovely people, I gotta get going, I gotta race some redhead to Vegas, in the mean time, don't worry be happy, be like The Surf Boys and relax. I'll catch ya all on Sunday! Laters people.

Ben salutes the camera as the scene fades out.

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Supercard Archives / Ben Jordan Vs Travis Nathaniel Andrews
« on: December 03, 2015, 12:10:34 PM »
 Inside the Havana home of Ben Jordan, the living room very much changed from before. The walls are now painted red with a white trim around the top, as the camera focuses on a newly installed fireplace, with a see through guard covering it. Lit up tinsel wraps itself around the shelf above the fireplace, lights reflecting off the sparking strands. The camera moves back to see a circled reef above the fireplace, pinned on the red wall, with the same tinsel and light design as the shelf decoration. The camera moves out further to show frames around a door painted bright white, as well as a bookshelf to the left. The floors are seen as shiny wooden. A slight turn of the camera sees Ben Jordan standing on a chair, next to a tall looking Christmas tree. Ben is wearing a pair of grey camouflage combat shorts, and light blue buttoned up, short sleeved shirt. He turns his face towards the camera. Soft Christmas music plays in the background.

Ben: 'Ello people, it's December, feeling festive yet?

Ben winks towards the camera.

Ben: Yep, I'm up a ladder, doing the decorating malarkey, because let's be honest, I'm going to me second home in Canada tomorrow, and won't have time to do all this stuff after I scrape ol' TNA off me boots.

Ben moves his attention to the tree, pulling out the branches.

Ben: Used to love Christmas when I was a nipper. The whole family gathered in me old man's boozer, the smell of turkey wafting through the gaff, laughs, jokes and uncle Joe crashing out in the corner. Could whack it.

Ben turns his face back to the camera.

Ben: It's what it's all about, being with the family. My family, well, they all grew up ya know, had kids and started their own traditions, which makes me glad I got another family, my wrestling family, the guys and girls that hang out in SCW. Alright, so there's no traditions there, other than either Hot Stuff or Christian picking up a bar tab after the last show of the year, but it's good to know I will be around them.

Ben quickly jumps off the chair, moving around and moving around the branches at the bottom, pulling out lights from lower down.

Ben: I remember the first time I learned about the whole wrestling family thing, right there in ACW in Canada. Oh yeah you remember, that's where we started. It was a wonderful time where we were like a big old dysfunctional family, but it was a bond that couldn't be changed.

Ben moves away from the tree, pulling over a bag, and reaching in, taking a box out and placing it under the tree.

Ben: Was a great time. Then last year, I was with Emz in a bloody expensive Christmas, and it was just the two of us. I've had worse.

Ben reaches in the bag again, taking out more white paper wrapped boxes and arranging them around the first.

Ben: But this year, it's time for a brand new tradition for me. I'ma walk around in a pair of shorts, eat pizza, drink a few beers and have a laugh on me Jack Jones.... That means on me own non Cockney people... but that will only be a present to me, if I beat that tosser at December to Dismember III.

Ben turns back towards the camera and looks at it with a grin.

Ben: Looks like I'll be having a very happy Christmas because that's what I plan on doing.

Ben reaches in to the bag and pulls out more presents, arranging them around the others at the base of the tree as the music changes to Slade - Merry Christmas Everybody. Ben can't help but grin.

Ben: Bloody love this song, with great lyrics.... Look to the future now, it's only just begun... My future is what I want it, but first, I'm gonna look at the present.

Ben picks a present out of the bag and points at it with a grin. He shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: Too cheesy?

He rolls his shoulders back as he places the present down with the rest.

Ben: My present is Canada and you Travis. Just then, that's when this good old festive mood will stop for a bit, and I will take care of what I gotta, and that my old son, will be a gift to the fans, cause they want me to smack you around son. They want me to give them the gift of watching you cry like a little girl in the ring. Who am I to disappoint the lovely people of what they want for Christmas?

Ben reaches for another bag, placing more presents around the tree before standing up and looking at the tree. He nods in approval before moving to a plug socket and hitting a switch, the tree instantly lights up. Ben picks up the bags and moves away with them and throws them off camera.

Ben: Perfect.

He quickly picks up a remote control and hits a button, causing the fire to light up.

Ben: And now a picture for social media.

He reaches in to his pocket and lifts a phone out. He hits the buttons on the front and holds up the phone, quickly taking a shot of the scene that's before him.

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He smiles to himself as he taps a few buttons.

Ben: There ya go Twitter.

Ben turns around to face the camera.

Ben: Next step, Canada. I'll see you soon people.

Ben winks at the camera as the scene fades out.



Outside Albert at The Bay Suite, Ottawa, Canada. A light dusting of snow falls from the Canadian sky, covering the floor as a car pulls up outside the main door, slowly coming to a stop. A door man moves towards the car and opens the door and Ben Jordan steps out in a very different attire than his usual dress, this time wrapped up in a thick looking jacket, with a wool hat on his head, accompanying his blue jeans and pair of black gloves. He moves behind the car as the driver join him and opens the boot. Ben reaches in and pulls out a suitcase before nodding at the driver to shut the back of the car. He moves towards the door to the hotel and the door man opens it for him. Ben moves inside, carrying the suitcase with him. He stands just inside and shakes his head, the gathered snow from his minute outside falls from his head. He mutters to himself.

Ben: I love Canada but I sure as hell don't miss the weather.

Ben shudders as he moves towards the reception desk, looking at a young receptionist behind the counter.

Receptionist: Good afternoon sir, do you have a reservation?

Ben: I bloody hope so sweetheart, or I've come a long way for nothing. It's under the name Ben Jordan.

The receptionist quickly types Ben's name in to a computer before looking up at him.

Receptionist: Ah, here it is. Wait, are you that Ben Jordan? The wrestler.

A smile crosses Ben's face as he nods.

Ben: I am, I'm that fella that no one seem to have a clue about what I'm banging on about.

The receptionist looks at Ben blankly before smiling at him.

Ben: As I've just proved.

Receptionist: Uh, yes sir.

The receptionist moves away from the front of the desk and reaches back and pulls a key card off the shelf, before nodding towards a bell boy who runs over.

Receptionist: You're in room 204 Mr Jordan.

She turns her head to the bell boy.

Receptionist: Take Mr Jordan's bag to room 204 please.

Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a bank note before handing it to the man.

Ben: As long as you can get in the room son, just leave it inside, that would be cushdy mate. After flying from Havana, this geezer needs a pint.

The man tips his hat towards Ben before reaching for him bag and moving away with it

Ben: Can't whack the service here.

Receptionist: Mr Jordan, I know it's unusual to ask...

Ben: Selfie?

The receptionist nods her head.

Receptionist: How did you know?

Ben: You'd be surprised how much I'm asked for selfies these days darling. The amount of selfies I get asked for is giving Drake a run for his money for man of the people.

Ben quickly looks at the camera.

Ben: Sorry mate, couldn't resist.

The woman reaches below the desk and pulls out a phone. She hits a button and brings up the camera. Ben leans across the desk and the woman leans in closer. Ben gives a quick thumbs up as the woman take the snap. Ben moves away and stands up straight.

Receptionist: Thank you.

Ben: Welcome darling, now the bar?

The woman points to the right of Ben who nods and picks up his room card before wandering off, walking in to a bar area and quickly walks towards the bar and in front of a barman.

Ben: Bottle of beer please mate.

The barman nods his head and wanders off. He returns with a bottle and places it on the bar. Ben holds his room card.

Ben: Just charge it to there.

The barman nods as Ben picks up the bottle of beer and places it to his lips. He turns his head as he hears a raised voiced. Glaring at a man in his forties, Ben notices a tag on his shirt that says manager. The manager is with a younger man, the manager clearly not happy.

Manager: What are we meant to do? The guy playing Santa was meant to be here an hour ago! I have a conference room of impatient children!

Ben looks at the camera, tilting his beer.

Ben: You can see what's about to happen, can't ya?

Ben raises a hand to the manager.

Ben: 'Scuse me mate....



Fifteen minutes later, Ben Jordan sits on a golden sleigh behind a red velvet curtain, Ben dressed in a red robe at hat, a thick white beard rests underneath his chin.

Ben: Told you, you could see where this was going.

Ben winks at the camera as the manager appears.

Manager: Thank you so much Mr Jordan, you have literary saved the day.

Ben: No problem, I've been like Superman once or twice before.

Ben flashes a quick wink to the camera.

Manager: Are you ready?

Ben: Just gimme a minute mate.

Ben clicks his fingers and the manager freezes in place.

Ben: Now's a good a time as any to break out the ol' promo people. I'm dressed as ol' Saint Nick, so this one might get laden with Christmas song titles, lyrics and maybe a Christmas pun or two... and maybe a Jamie Vardy quote, you people don't know who he is but don't worry, some will get it. Anyways.

Ben clears his throat.

Ben: How we all doing people?

Ben turns his ear towards the camera, before turning back to face it.

Ben: I must sound like a broken ol' record every time you see me, cause I keep talking about Frosty the snowman himself, the very cold man that is Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Oh dear God, the geezer just don't shut up, does he? I mean it's like a constant grating, like nails on a chalkboard, the geezer whines so damn much it's not even funny. Seriously, I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.

Ben holds up two fingers.

Ben: Two in one little paragraph, not bad.... Anyway, all I want for Christmas is for you Travis, to just hush up mate, you're proper giving my arse a headache with your constant ranting. I should actually play poker with you, cause you're the worst bullshitter I've ever seen in me entire life, it's not even funny. We all get it and I feel like I'm repeating meself when I rabbit about you, but honestly, we get that you're jealous cause you're a bit of a Billy No Mates, we get that you are incapable of maintaining any kinda friendship with anyone on the planet, but seriously mate, do ya have to take it out on the popular kids? Seriously, how did you spend last Christmas?

Ben holds up three fingers and smiles.

Ben: Lemme guess, on your own, wishing Santa Claus had come to town to bring you a few friends?

Ben hold up four fingers.

Ben: Is it because you never had the brotherhood I do with my fellow ACW people? Is this why you choose to lash out at me? That's fine and all mate, but I see a problem with this, that you haven't even thought of, that you didn't research enough. Where was ACW born?

Ben looks around.

Ben: Have ya clocked it yet genius? It was born in Canada, where the hell are we? Oh yeah, Canada! What you've basically done is called me out for December 2 Dismember III, you've laid down the challenge for me to renounce ACW, where? In ACW's backyard! What a donut you really are! You've given me home advantage, because these people want me to do it for a company they took to heart. You've just dipped ya toe in acid here son, you've made a really bad call. People here are gonna be screaming for Drake, they're gonna be screaming for Simon, they're gonna be screaming for Guns For Hire and they will be screaming for me. None of us are gonna wanna let down the fans who helped make our name. We're gonna wanna do it for them and by god will we do it for them. People will be rockin' around the Christmas tree this entire holiday after I beat you.

Ben holds up five fingers.

Ben: I promise, I'll stop these ol' Christmas puns soon.... Maybe. Anyway, you've made a proper mistake here Travis by wanting me to stop being what I am, to make me stop being ACW through and through, cause trust me son, that ain't gonna happen, I will always be ACW and that will kick me up the arse to push on. To quote Jamie Vardy... and feel free to Google him, chat shit, get banged.

Ben can't help but smile.

Ben: Roughly translated Travis, if you talk as much bollocks as you do, you get smacked around and God knows, you've chatted more shit than any bloke I've ever met. I've heard babbling kids talk much more sense then you ever have. Fact is Travis me ol' mucker, you've bit off far more than you can chew and trust me son, you're about to choke big time.

Ben rubs his hands together.

Ben: Right, time to go do something Travis never has and entertain a crowd. I will see ya in a bit mate.

Ben pulls up the Santa beard and clicks his fingers, causing the scene to unfreeze. He looks at the manager.

Ben: Alright mate, open the curtain.

The manager nods to someone off camera and the curtain opens. Screams of excitement are heard as Ben waves his hand, looking at the children around him. His eyes quickly jump to a familiar face... The face of Despayre.

Ben: Ah crap.

Despayre: SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTA!

Ben quickly glances towards the camera as Despayre charges towards him.

Ben: Bet ya didn't see that one coming.

The scene fades as Despayre charges through the crowd and towards Ben.

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Climax Control Archives / Starting over
« on: November 13, 2015, 05:22:40 PM »
 Tall white walls are seen as the camera opens, a villa type house, white from the ground to the top, where it's met by a slanted red roof on this two storey abode. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze by a pool as the camera moves slightly out, showing the surrounding area. The main building is seen to be on a slight hill, making the upstairs balcony cut in to the skyline behind. The camera moves down to the front of the building, showing a few steps, cut in stone, leading to a brown door, and the bottom of the steps, Ben Jordan stands, with a second person, a middle aged female with tanned skin and long flowing dark hair, holding a clipboard in her hand. Her hazel eyes stare around at the casually dressed Ben, standing in beige shorts, a white short sleeved buttoned up shirt, a pair of flip flops and brown fedora hat, with a black band around the base. On the floor sits a huge looking backpack, as if he was to take a camping trip, as well as another long bag. The woman speaks at Ben, with a heavy Spanish accent.

Woman: All you need to do Mr Jordan is sign here and she belongs to you.

Ben looks at the house with an admiring glance as the woman holds out the clipboard with a pen in her hand.

Ben: Let's do it darling.

Ben takes the pen and signs a document attached to the clipboard. He hands the board back to her and nods.

Woman: Congratulations Mr Jordan, you now own this wonderful villa.

Ben looks at the woman with a smile.

Ben: Thanks sweet, pretty damn happy to be here.

The woman reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a set of keys and handing them to Ben.

Woman: Are you sure you didn't want it.

Ben puts a hand up, quickly shaking his head sharply.

Ben: Nah love, fresh start and all that stuff you know. You get out there and enjoy that commission. Should be able to have a few wild uns with that.

The woman looks at Ben blankly, before nodding and smiling. She turns away and walks out of the camera shot. Ben looks up at the house before looking back towards the camera.

Ben: Alright people. As you probably figured out, I ain't homeless anymore.

Ben reaches down, picking up the backpack, lifting it over his shoulder as an "umpth" passes his lips. He reaches down once more, picking up the longer bag. He talks without looking towards the camera.

Ben: Welcome to my new gaff SCW people, right here in Havana, Cuba. Yep, I bought meself this nice little drum and it just so happened that I'd be working here in the same week, spooky eh?

Ben just turns his head to the camera with a slight nod.

Ben: This ain't a bad little place, admittingly, it's no bazzilion bedroom, underground place that I had back home, but it's got a few rooms, keeps the rain off me head and it's right where I can see the sea. Always did have a thing for the water. Oi camera guy, show the lovely people the water.

Ben flicks his head backwards, pointing towards the water as the camera man spins around, showing the almost clear blue seas crashing in to the walls of the Havana harbour in the not too far distance, wave after wave hitting the white walls as tall, shiny glass buildings are seen in the background. The camera moves back around to Ben, who is halfway up the stone steps. He waves out to the cameraman.

Ben: Come on, get ya arse in gear and keep up.

The camera moves up to catch up with Ben, who smiles at his watch on his left arm.

Ben: Took ya time, didn't ya?

He smiles down the camera before continuing.

Ben: I know you guys out there that are like the wise ol' owl are probably wondering how I can get a place out here like that, but I've been working on it for a bit. Turns out if ya have a bit of money, they welcome ya in to the country with open arms. So arms was open and I gave it a big hug. Sunshine in November, friendly people, a view like this, not too bad for a bloke from the East End of London.

Ben walks up a few more steps, reaching the front door and putting the key in the lock as the camera man keeps up with him.

Ben: I know a lot of my fellow work people don't watch these things so are probably wondering why Cuba. Quick refresher course for you people if you don't have the decency to watch peoples work. Basically I went home for a while with me then bird to try and be normal, me then bird decided to up and leave for no reason, giving me the Spanish Archer.... Ya know, El Bow. I got myself a little chunky, where me gut was hanging over me pants, Christian called me, saved me arse and gave me something to aim at, I lost me flab, came back, kicked Travis Nathaniel Andrews in the knackers, sold me place back home for more than it was worth cause I was selling it, gave pretty much everything I own to charity cause I didn't need it, what I did need, Christian was decent enough to let me ship it to Vegas to SCW HQ until I got a new gaff, spent me time in hotels on the tour and then bought this place.... Think that's it, right?

Ben stands as if he's waiting for an answer before nodding.

Ben: Good-o! Anyway so this right here is me fresh start, trust me people, can't get fresher than this.

Ben turns the key, the lock quickly clicking and Ben thrusts the door forward, walking inside the newly bought home. He beckons the camera man to follow and he does, stepping in a narrow hall leading to a bigger room. The camera moves inside to see the room is completely empty.

Ben: Now this me ol' mucker is what I mean by fresh, starting over again. There's not a bloody thing in here at all, not a thing, just emptiness.

Ben places the long bag down to his side, gently placing it on the floor and slides the backpack from his back.

Ben: But I got what I need for the night without having to worry too much.

Ben unzips the backpack, reaching in and pulling out a big clump of plastic, unrecognisable by it's form. He looks at the camera man, with lowered eyebrows.

Ben: What? It's a self inflating blow up mattress.

Ben continues to pull it from the bag before stopping and looking back at the camera.

Ben: Oh I bet I know what you thought... Dirty mind there.

The camera man stumbles for words behind the camera but Ben throws the blow up mattress on the floor, pressing a button on the side and watching air causing it to form and take shape. He drops the backpack on the floor and unzips the other bag, pulling a cooler from it and placing it on the floor.

Ben: We got beer which is proper essential to the Cockney lifestyle, so is entertainment.

Ben reaches in to the bag and pulls out a football, soccer ball to you Americans. He throws it in the air and catches it before looking back at the camera.

Ben: Look, I got a big ol' empty place here, and no one to yell at me for having a kick around in the house, telling me I'm gonna break things, cause there's no one else here and I got nothing to break anyway. So that's me entertainment sorted out there.

Ben bounces the ball on the floor before kicking the ball against a wall and watching it spin off in a completely different direction from where he's standing.

Ben: What? I didn't exactly say I was a Messi or Ronaldo with the ball at me plates, but I ain't half bad either.

Ben shrugs his shoulders as the mattress stops letting air in to it.

Ben: Now we spoke about the past with what I have done, you've looked at me present, and now we have to look at the future and in this geezers immediate future is a fella by the name of Brother Grimm.

Ben reaches down and grabs a beer from the cooler, quickly popping the top off.

Ben: This is a new one for me cause I've never faced this fella before, but I know what he's all about. I've seen him knock around here long enough to know what his deal is. You're like that classic horror story with the supernatural twist. Like you're not a straight up axe murderer slasher style bloke, you're the haunt the mind kinda guy. Me old Nan used to tell me stories like that to scare the daylights out of me for little things, like the boogeyman was gonna get me if I didn't eat me veg or something and I won't lie, it used to scare the bejesus outta me when I was a kid, but that's something I ain't anymore. I grew up a lot and you stop losing the fear. We're not born with fear mate, we're born in innocence, it's about fearing the unknown and what people put in our heads, but I'm not a geezer who lets fear overtake me at all.

Ben takes a gulp of beer, looking in the camera.

Ben: I learned a long time ago that fear in just in the head. It's nothing to do with just being a brave bloke or whatever, it's to do with telling yourself to be calm in some situations, so I'm not buying in to the whole fear thing in this one. I look at ya as a normal man, talented at what ya do, I mean every time that kid knows you're around, funky smells come from his direction, so you do what you do very well, but I don't have that fear that he has, I don't see this as more than another match. Halloween has gone to me, everyone's had their fun and sugar rushes this is back to business.

Ben tilts his head to the side, looking thoughtfully in to the camera.

Ben: Don't take me wrong mate, I'm not daft as a brush, I don't plan on taking ya any less serious because of who you are and stuff, you picked up some decent wins in your time and probably the most underrated star in SCW, shoulda moved on to bigger and better things by now, but ya stuck midcard with me. You probably deserve better son, but being as I see ya as a fella who should have gone on to better things by now, I'm gonna do what I can to get that win. I'm gonna do what I think I need to do to get meself noticed.

Ben takes another quick gulp of his beer.

Ben: Do you know mate, for a bloke who cleaned up in ACW, I haven't had a single title shot in SCW in any of my runs? Madness eh, while you have and won them, so I gotta look at you as a chance to prove meself to some people, to show them that I can hang. I mean I haven't lost too many matches in my entire SCW career, so a good win against you might make them take notice. I didn't come back just to make up the numbers. I came back to get meself known a bit more, to actually hit the ultimate goal of winning an SCW championship.

Ben moves around, sitting down on the blow up mattress.

Ben: I'm one of the very few that don't quickly run to twitter to moan about booking, you know who you are people, how about a bit of appreciation to people who work hard to give ya a spot on TV?

Ben places his hand out, palms out to the camera.

Ben: Me? I appreciate being on television and it doesn't matter if I'm taking on Brother Grimm or Mr Bean, you're getting my all in that ring, you're getting everything I got to say thank you to the fans. They spend their wonga to come see us, they deserve us to give it our all and Brother Grimm, that simply means that I'm bringing all I got to try and get past ya. I'm gonna bring to this one up a notch son cause I'm coming out swinging. I gotta impress to be noticed and you'll be a decent name to add to my list Grimm.

A thoughtful look crosses Ben's face, before turning slightly more serious.

Ben: Ya know Grimm, this whole year has been a bit of a nightmare for me. When you make someone your number one, help them all ya can and they just toddle off for no reason, it don't get much worse than that, it was my own personal hell. Nothing you can do to me in this match is gonna make it any worse than having lived through that, I'm all nightmared out from those months past, so I don't have to fear any mind game or whatever you throw at me. My feet were already warmed up by the fires of my own hell, yours isn't gonna effect me.

Ben places the beer next to him on the floor.

Ben: I appreciate the challenge and all that but I think with all the rubbish messing with my head this year, should be immune to ya games. Looking forward to getting in the ring with ya though.

Knock knock!

A voice yells out, Ben looks down the camera with a shrug

Ben: Probably a new neighbour or something.

Without an invitation, Jamie Dean walks in the room, wearing tight white shiny pants, a pink tank top and reflective sunglasses. Jamie pulls off his sunglasses.

Ben: The fuck?

Jamie: Beeeeeeeeeen!

Ben quickly gets to his feet, moving towards Jamie.

Ben: Are you following me still? I thought I got rid of ya in Puerto Rico.

Jamie moves next to Ben, his hand on Ben's shoulder as he looks him.

Jamie: You have to be so much faster than that to give me the slip.

Ben: Why couldn't you have been a True Blood vampire where I'd have to invite you in before ya walked in?

Ben sighs as Jamie looks around the empty room.

Jamie: I love what you've not done with the place, it's very... How would you put it?

Ben: Empty.

Jamie nods his head slowly, looking around the room more.

Jamie: Minimal. Yes, that's the term I would use.

Ben: Well, to be fair mate, I only moved in like ten minutes ago, haven't had a chance to work out if there's an Ikea around here or something.

Jamie: Ikea? Did the little redhead take your taste away when she left?

Ben can't help but smile at Jamie's wit as he shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, I just don't really need a lot to be honest. Why cook when ya got some places around here that sell fresh out the water fish? So don't need a lot in the kitchen. Bedroom, need a bed and wardrobe, in here, a sofa and TV.

Jamie: And how much of that do you have?

Ben nervously scratches his cheek with left hand.

Ben: Well, honestly, I got bugger all.

Jamie's eyes light up, a wide smile on his face as he looks at Ben.

Jamie: Do you know what that means?

Ben: That's I'm sleeping on the floor, drinking from a cooler and kicking a football around for entertainment?

Jamie playfully taps Ben on the arm.

Jamie: It means a shopping trip!

Ben opens his mouth widely, a big smile on his face and his palms open widely to his side.

Ben: That sounds.... fabulous!

Jamie cranks his neck back, a look of surprise on his face as his voice deepens.

Jamie: Really?

Ben: No, you muppet!

Jamie rolls his eyes at Ben as Ben smiles widely at him.

Ben: Don't be a plonker all your life mate. I don't really need a whole lot around here.

Jamie: But you need something, this place needs life, it needs character and who better to help you get character in to a place like this than me?

Ben: Because you're gay.

Jamie puts his hand on his chest, his mouth wide open as he looks at Ben with surprise.

Jamie: I am? I wish someone would have told me that? Although that does explain so many things!

Ben: Well ain't you a bundle of laughs.

A smile passes Ben's face as he looks away.

Jamie: It's stereotypical that every gay man knows the ins and outs of interior design.

Ben: Well, do you or don't you?

Jamie lifts his shoulders up in a shrug, as he tilts his head to the left and nods.

Jamie: Yeah, but it's still so stereotypical.

Ben: I know I'm gonna regret this but you wanna work your magic here.

Jamie: Of course, but first let's decorate this place.

Jamie nudges Ben in the side with his elbow, while Ben slowly shakes his head while looking at the floor.

Ben: Regretting it already.

Jamie rests his hand on Ben's shoulder.

Jamie: Now, let's talk heart shaped beds.

Ben: Let's not.

The camera starts to fade out as Ben and Jamie walk away from camera shot, heading towards the door of Ben's newly bought villa.

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Supercard Archives / BEN JORDAN vs TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS
« on: October 16, 2015, 01:39:04 AM »
 Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. Blue cobblestones streets sit in between old white houses, small in size but full of historic character. The camera turns to see Ben Jordan, dressed in khaki shorts, hanging just above his knees, and a short sleeved white buttoned up shirt. On his eyes rest reflective sunglasses. His head turns to some of the small houses as a group of people walk by him, an older couple along with a teenage girl. Ben looks back to the street as he walks down, smiling at the beauty before him.

Ben: Now this is a piece of me. Beautiful old gaffs, nice and peaceful. Maybe I should scrap the ol' Cuba idea and give this place a crack. Not too far from work, give or take a plane ride, and coming home to this will be proper decent.

Ben continues to walk, moving in to a marketplace, walking past a stall selling fresh fruit.

Ben: Reminds me a bit of home, like Bethnal Green market, or Crisp Street market. Gotta love all this stuff, all fresh and stuff. Really do need to put this list on a place of possibilities.

People pass by Ben, looking at other market stalls. He weaves in and out of people as they pass him. He looks in to the camera as it continues to move away.

Ben: It's amazing though, the differences in peoples lives. I mean, I come from this big old city, where life is all fast paced and all that malarkey, but these people here, they got it proper right. Nice, laid back, bang on.

Ben continues to walks through the people, but stops, looking behind him and a man darts behind a market stall.

Ben: Weird.

Ben shakes his head and continues to walk through the crowd, looking at a souvenir stall. He picks up a fridge magnet with the countries flag on it, before reaching in to his pocket and paying an elderly gentleman behind the stall before putting it in his pocket. He quickly looks back to the camera.

Ben: It's for me Nan, she collects them from all the places I go to, proper proud of me and everything. After this tour, she's gonna need a bigger fridge.

Ben walks through a little further, looking at the sea in the distance, the sun shining down upon it.

Ben: Beautiful.

Ben stops again, turning around and once again, a man darts behind a stall.

Ben: Something smells fishy here, and I ain't talking about that.

Ben points to a nearby fish stall, showing a wide array of freshly caught fish. Ben looks in the man's direction.

Ben: Let's find out shall we?

Ben walks towards the man, moving around the back of the stall and moving behind the man. He taps him on the shoulder.

Ben: What's your game, pal?

The man turns to face Ben to be revealed as none other than former SCW star, Jamie Dean. Jamie smiles at Ben, who slowly shakes his head.

Ben: I'm really not surprised if I'm honest. What are you doing here?

Jamie: Well hello to you too Ben.

Ben puts his hand up in a short wave to Jamie.

Jamie: Well I came to see the show, and to see Amy of course.

Ben: The show is in San Juan, this is Old San Juan. Need to sack your travel agent mate.

Jamie: Well I know that, but I just happened to be here, and I was staring down and I saw this pair of buns and I just had to follow them.

Ben smiles and rolls his eyes at Jamie.

Ben: Again, really not shocked by this at all. Thought the beach would be more your scene, slippery fellas in Speedos.

Jamie: Sometimes the imagination works better.

Jamie tries to look around Ben, his eyes darted towards Ben's rear end.

Ben: Oi! My eyes are up here mate.

Jamie: Oh I know that, but I'm not looking at your eyes.

Ben puts his hand on his forehead before reaching his other hand down to Jamie's face, and clicks his fingers.

Jamie: Be with ya in a minute.

Ben clicks his fingers again and Jamie raises his head looking at Ben.

Jamie: Hmm?

Ben: Will you stop looking at me 'aris? It's just bloody creepy.

Jamie: You call it creepy, I call it something completely different.

Ben: You would.

Jamie: So what brings you to this part of the world, when you pointed out to me that the show isn't even here?

Ben: Trying to see as much of the world as I can. Was in Panama the other day, now here, sort of keeping me mince pies open for a decent house.

Jamie: What's food got to do with anything?

Jamie's confused face looks towards Ben.

Ben: Mince pies son, means eyes.

Jamie: If that accent wasn't so adorable, I'd think you make this stuff up, but you can say anything and it would sound like a quote from Shakespeare.

Ben: Cheers I think. Anyways, looking for a new gaff being as I flogged me gaff back home.

Jamie looks down the camera.

Jamie: See, Shakespeare.

Ben: Knock it off, will ya? Yeah, sold me house and looking to live mostly in a place where the sun always has it's hat on and I can have a little peace and quiet. Don't get me wrong me ol' China, will still get a place back in London when I'm needed back there, but it's time to strip away all the bells and whistles and go back to a much more simpler life. Less aggro and all that.

Jamie: There's always a room at my place.

Ben: Bet it comes with cameras and spy holes, eh?

Ben nudges Jamie in the shoulder with his elbow, smiling at him.

Jamie: Not yet but now you come to mention it.

Ben: Cheers for the offer and all but think I'll give it a swerve. Still on this ol' tour till the end of the year so no need to settle down just yet. Just bouncing from country to country on this thing, looking at a few places while I'm about. Got estate agents on the case back home, so I'm good with hotel living.

Jamie: Suit yourself but if you ever need a place...

Ben: Cheers mate, will keep it in mind. Hotel living ain't too bad, SCW look after their people and I get a bundle of free time to have a wander around. I like meeting the locals, generally good people.

Jamie: Until you try and grope them in a dark nightclub.

Ben: More your thing son. I'm more of a few beers, act like a complete tit and wake up in random places.

Jamie taps the side of his head.

Jamie: We should go partying. Me, you, Amy, a few other people, it will be fun.

Ben: Just saying that to get me drunk and lower me inhibitions.

Jamie: That is a perk.

Ben: Or a disaster waiting to happen. I gotta get my arse in gear and get down to that water, gotta shoot that promo thingy to build up my match with Travis.

Jamie: I'll come with. I have nothing better to do and I don't mind walking behind you.

Jamie winks at Ben, but Ben shakes his head.

Ben: Next to me son, I don't like having stalkers, know what I mean?

Ben turns to walk and Jamie moves next to him and the two walk through the marketplace.

Ben: Do you miss wrestling?

Jamie looks towards Ben as the two continue to walk.

Jamie: Sometimes, but I like being at home too. I miss the fans.

Ben: And the ring rats?

Jamie: Those too, but the fans are what I miss the most.

Ben: Yeah, that's what happened to me. While I was sitting at home feeling down on meself, after Emz had it off on her toes, I sat there thinking back to all the times I was in that ring, how nice the people were. They we're utter quality, spending their hard earned cash to watch us, even the people who didn't have a lot of cash. Christian getting back in touch with me to come back round about the same time, seemed to make sense to come back and give it my all for the people who made me a known name.

Jamie: Poetic. As for that woman, she doesn't know what she's missing.

Ben: Or she did know what she'd be missing, and had it off on her toes anyway. Either way, not too worried. Everything in life happens for a reason, and when I wanna get back in the game, might meet the perfect one. Way I see it mate is every shitty relationship people have, is just to get them ready to meet the right one.

Jamie: Like you can't feel pleasure unless you feel pain?

Ben: Pretty much.

Jamie: Pleasure and pain is just another Saturday night to me.

Jamie winks at Ben who can't help but smile. he looks directly at the camera.

Ben: Who didn't see that one coming, eh?

Ben looks back to Jamie, as the two near the water.

Ben: You're filth.

Jamie: And proud of it.

The two reach the water, crashing against the white wall ten feet below. The two lean on the fence looking down in to the water.

Ben: This is where I do my promo thingy.

Jamie: It's all good, I'll be quiet.

Ben shrugs his shoulders and spins around the lean back on the fence, the camera picking up on the beautiful scenery behind him. Jamie looks over his shoulder, looking towards Ben.

Ben: Alright people.

Ben gives a quick thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: It's that time again, that time I get to sit here and talk to all you lovely people about High Stakes V where I will be up against Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Ah Travis mate, you didn't half disappoint me last week.

Jamie: Pretty sure his parents have said that a few times.

Ben turns to Jamie who smiles at Ben. Ben turns back to the camera.

Ben: Probably son, but he disappointed me in a different way than his parents. I basically told him to come out and admit that he was a dick because he had no friends, but no, he couldn't do that. You see Travis, your entire life, your whole existence is in your own little head. Everything you think you are, or tell people that you are, it's all a lie. I gave you a chance to sit there and tell the truth, I did it in my own subtle little way, to allow you to speak to the truth with no judgement, I gave you a second chance to come clean about who you are and what you've done. I gave ya a chance to sit there and be honest without me worrying about the bollocks you've fed people in the past, but you couldn't even do that, could ya? Just went on with the lie to feel like you're something special. Shoulda just been honest and then moved on, shoulda just told people the truth about who you really are, and why you act the way you do. I gave ya an open forum to admit that you're a tosser because you have no one in your life but yourself, but nope, you couldn't do that. I gave you the chance to admit the attacks were born out of frustration for being a lonely little man, but nah, you admitting you're wrong was never your strong point, was it?

Jamie: Preach it sister!

Ben closes his eyes and shakes his head. He opens his eyes once more to look down the camera.

Ben: You had to go and attack me for the one thing I don't have in my life.

Ben lowers his head, pushing his lips together as he breathes firmly out of his nose. He raises his head again.

Ben: Total dick move mate.

Jamie: Total!

Ben's head moves towards Jamie.

Ben: Trying to work here mate.

Jamie runs his thumb and forefinger down his lips, 'zipping' his mouth shut. Ben returns his face to the camera.

Ben: Proper dick move. You could have picked on all me faults, and trust me son, there's a lot of 'em but you decided the way forward was to take a dig at me failed relationship.

Jamie: What a bitch!

Ben: Not helping mate.

Jamie: Wasn't trying to, just wanted to call him a bitch.

Ben: Fair enough.

Ben puts a thumb up in Jamie direction but continues to look down the camera.

Ben: Why did she leave me.... is that what you truly wanna know? Well I suggest you start searching the world for her and ask her yourself because I don't have a Scooby Doo about why she decided to pack up and piss off. I really don't Travis, so if you do go and find her and ask her these questions that I'm pretty sure everyone wants to ask, do us a favour pal and let me know what she says cause I don't have answers for ya because I really don't know the answers. Your guess is as good as mine and as good as anyone else's guesses. That was a big ol' waste of breath by you asking that old question.

Ben calmly shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: If I thought you could get a thicker, I woulda switched off your promo there and then son, but I didn't and you did indeed become thicker and thicker. Weird obsession with Drake Green, eh? Seriously mate, you have some proper issues in that dome of yours. Seriously, who wouldn't wanna be around Drake Green? Fans would sell their soul just to have him know their names and wrestlers would give up title shots just to learn from him. The guy is a wrestling legend and will be SCW World Heavyweight champion again after Sunday, why wouldn't people wanna be around him? The guy has been in movies, headlined shows, won titles, tell me again, what have you done Travis?

Ben turns his ear towards the camera, as if to expect an answer.

Ben: You've done sweet FA buddy boy, nothing, nada, not a bloody thing. I don't hang with Drake because of any kinda obsession mate, I hang with Drake because he's the one thing you don't have, he's a friend.

Jamie: BUUUUUURN!

Ben can't help but smile at Jamie's outbust.

Ben: Out of all the things you could pick on me for, you pick on me for the lack of woman in my life and one of my best friends. Last time I checked, you have no woman on your arm and you sure as shit don't have any friends. You mock me for what you don't have son, pretty damn sad to me. You asked me if you feel I can fight you.... I'd be in the wrong bloody game if I didn't think I could. What's the point of being a wrestler and not being able to handle yourself? You must have been born stupid or dropped on your dome a hell of a lot. I'm in San Juan to fight mate. Have no doubt about it, you will have a match on your hands and I will come out with the win, know what I mean?

Ben nods firmly.

Ben: Right me old mucker, time for me to skidaddle, but one more word of warning. While ya running round me home city, try not to drift in to the wrong area or use the do you know who I am line, because you will get knocked on ya arse. Trust me on that. Right, I'm off, I will see you on Sunday. You'll know me, I'll be the one kicking ya jacksy all off San Juan. Anyways, I'll catch ya soon.

Ben leans off the fence.

Ben: Make sure ya watch this one, it's gonna be special. Laters people.

Ben nods at the camera as it fades out.

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Supercard Archives / BEN JORDAN vs TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS
« on: October 10, 2015, 02:04:24 PM »
 (This will make a lot more sense if you read Drake Green's work first... well... Go read it, you won't be disappointed!)

7th October, Panama.

Hours after a certain jogger run past. Ben Jordan lies with his eyes closed, resting on the golden sand of a Panama beach. He winces as he rubs his head, the sun slowly going down behind the sea. Slowly opening his eyes, he reaches over and grabs the empty bottle next to him, turning the bottle's label to his now opening eyes, looking at the large bottle.

Ben: That Ron Abuelo stuff is proper vicious, drunk weaker paint stripper.

The sound of a female "mmmmm" causes Ben to open his eyes wide as he slowly turns his head, seeing the bikini clad sister of Drake Green, Jenny, with her head on his chest. Ben looks down his own body to see himself in just boxer shorts, with cartoon images of the show Mrs Brown's Boys. He hushes his voice to a whisper.

Ben: Where the bloody hell are my clothes?

Ben slowly moves his head around, looking for his clothes, but winces as he turns his head, the effects of the alcohol kicking firmly in.

Ben: That is not good.

A curious look crosses Ben's face as he turns his face back to Jenny, her eyes not open, but her chest moving in and out with every breath. He turns away, his voice hushed.

Ben: More to the point, what the hell did I do before I past out that left me in me pants.

A realization crosses Ben, causing him to close his eyes and bite his lower lip.

Ben: That is not good, really not good.

Jenny: Hmmmm?

The sound of Jenny's voice causes Ben to turn his head, looking at Drake's younger sister.

Ben: Oh, just talking to meself.

Jenny: First sign of insanity.

Jenny starts to slowly move, pushing down on Ben's chest and sitting herself in an upright position, shading her eyes by the sun.

Jenny: What time is it?

Ben looks towards his wrist, noticing his watch is also missing and looks back at Jenny.

Ben: I have no idea, me watch has packed it's bag and buggered off on holiday, but we should go cause it's getting late.

Ben points to his watch that is no longer there and Jenny looks at him as he sits up.

Jenny: How would you know without a watch?

Ben scrambles for answers in his head before clicking his fingers.

Ben: It's obvious, innit?

Jenny: No.

Ben rubs his head with his left hand and points to the sun with his right.

Ben: Blimey, when Drake said you was a firecracker, he wasn't pulling me plonker. The sun, it's over there now and it wasn't there earlier, which means it later.

Jenny: That and the fact that that's how time works.

Ben: Well, that too, but I just wanna sound smart about it, that's all. But yeah, always sweets, we should be going back, they'll be wondering where we've been.

Ben turns his head, seeing something shiny and reaches down, pulling it out of the sand, seeing that it's his phone. He scratches his head and mutters to himself.

Ben: I don't even wanna know how that happened.

He stands up, reaching his hand down to Jenny and helping her to her feet. The two wander off as the camera moves upwards, showing Ben's clothes up a nearby tree.

Thirty minutes later.

Ben and Jenny reach the front door of the rented accommodation, rented by Drake Green. Ben pushes the door, his phone in hand, and walks in first to see Drake Green, Lyah Lindberg and Barry Goldstein dressed in formal wear. The trio stop mid conversation and look towards Ben, and then to Jenny as she follows Ben in. Drake looks at them sternly, Ben's cheeks flushing red as he tries to recall the last few hours of his life. A shocked face from Lyah looks towards them, while a big grin crosses Barry's face.

Ben: Alright people.

Drake: And what have you two been up to? You've been gone for hours.

Jenny: Nothing Dad.

A wider smile crosses Barry's face.

Barry: You dirty dog Ben, I always say to get over someone, you gotta get under someone.

Drake fires his eyes towards Barry, and then back to Ben.

Ben: He does always say that.

Drake: Not the point, you guys haven't been heard from since I bumped in to you drunk out of your skull at ten this morning.

Ben Scratches his head.

Ben: Wait, you was there?

Drake: I was jogging and saw your drunken asses.

Ben: I don't remember that.

As if I light bulb appears above Ben's head, a smile crosses his face.

Ben: Remember a fella called Dickie having a rabbit with us though.

Drake fires a look towards his sister through narrowed eyes.

Drake: Again, see what you started?

Jenny smiles towards Drake.

Jenny: I'm gonna go take a shower. Bye Dickie.

Jenny exits the room, and Drake moves towards Ben.

Drake: So what the fuck did happen?

Ben starts to talk faster at Drake as he's cheeks turn a brighter shade of red.

Barry: Yeah, and don't leave out any details.

Ben: I dunno what you're talking about, I sat on the beach, I drunk some stuff, what's with the questions? I'm not on trial here!

The three look at Ben strangely.

Lyah: I just wanna ask a question. Where's your clothes?

Ben looks down, once again remembering his state of undress and searches for an excuse in his head.

Ben: Giant bird.

Ben puts his hand in the air and pulls it down as if a bird was flying down.

Ben: Just swooped out of nowhere and bang, took my clothes and whoosh, it was gone again. Just like that.

Lyah: You really want us to believe that?

Ben shrugs his shoulders, curling down his lower lip.

Ben: Best excuse I got right now, but if you come back to me in a bit, will come up with a much better one. The next one will be blinding. Anyway, why are you two dressed up like penguins.

He points his hands out to Barry and Drake, before pointing to Lyah.

Ben: And you're dressed stunningly?

Drake: We have reservations tonight for dinner, remember?

Ben scratches his head.

Ben: Nope, but if ya gimme like twenty son, will get me arse in gear and we'll make it a trio of penguins. Let me just have a shower.

Ben quickly moves out of the room, but returns a few seconds later, pointing at Drake.

Ben: Not with your sister! I mean on me Jack Jones mate!

Ben disappears again before bumping in to Jenny in the hall, a towel wrapped around her body.

Ben: Darling, quick question. On the beach, in a drunken state, did we....?

Jenny moves her head back slightly.

Jenny: No.

Ben: You sure?

Jenny: Very sure. You wish you did!

Ben breathes a sigh of relief.

Ben: So how the bloody hell did I end up dressed like this?

Ben points to his body, still just wearing his boxers.

Jenny: Because you went for a walk by the sea, fell over, got soaked, came back and jumped on a rock, claiming you needed a place to dry your clothes and threw them up a tree.

Ben thinks back, smiling at the thought as it comes rushing back in to his head.

Ben: That does sound like me.

Jenny walks past Ben, opening a door to walk in, but Ben puts his finger in the air and spins around.

Ben: Hold on a bloody minute. If you knew my clothes was up a tree, why did ya let me walk though the streets in just me pants?

Jenny turns her head back, smiling at Ben from the doorway.

Jenny: Girls gotta have some kinda fun.

Jenny laughs as she walks through the door, shutting it behind her and Ben turns around, shaking his head.

Ben: Women, eh?

Ben shakes his head and walks away as the scene fades.

***

Two hours pass and the group of five are sitting around a table after finishing up eating. The five satisfied faces sit with various drinks in front of them. Drake sits next to Ben, Ben on his left, Jenny next to Ben, Barry next to Jenny and Lyah in between Barry and Drake.

Lyah: So why was you guys drinking on the beach at ten in the morning.

Ben searches his mind for an answer and a smile crosses his face, suddenly remembering.

Ben: We was celebrating.

Barry: I like the way you celebrate kid.

Barry raises his glass towards Ben.

Ben: Thanks.

Ben raises his own glass but Drake looks towards Ben.

Drake: What was you celebrating?

Ben: Being the richest homeless guy in the world. Sold the house back home for more than I paid for it, much more. Apparently me having me arse there bumped the value of something to big time seven figures, so yeah, richest homeless fella in the world.

Drake: Congrats I think.

Ben: Thanks, means the world is now me oyster, means I can do what I want, when I want. I can live where ever, know what I mean?

Lyah: You can always stay with us.

Ben: Thanks sweets, but I'm all good. Gonna buy a little two bedroom gaff overlooking the river back home, and maybe a place in Cuba or something.

Drake: Bro, you wrestle in Vegas, why Cuba?

Ben: Only got a deal to the end of the tour, I can live with hotels and stuff till then, then I'll worry about me future. I mean with Bazza here looking after me, he can get me work anywhere.

Barry: The next James Bond could be sitting right there.

Ben: Yeah, maybe Baz, but truth is, I now have enough cash to replace all me gear and sit on me arse for the rest of my life.

Jenny: You're thinking of giving up wrestling?

Ben: Dunno darling, dunno. See what happens and such. Might have to take a few weeks off at the end of the tour, gotta buy a lot of new gear. Gave everything I had away to kids hospitals, retirement homes and charity shops, even flogged me car. All I got left is me PS4, a few wrestling related things, the clothes I have with me now and an eight figured bank account.

Drake: You gave away all that, what about your jet?

Lyah eyes widen.

Lyah: You have your own plane?

Ben: Mmmmhmmm, yeah, kinda got lucky selling the pub I owned in a good area for silly amounts of money, so I bought meself a jet because I could. Nothing fancy but gets the job done. Gave a boatload to charities and stuff, not really a greedy fella. I've had a very lucky life and now I get to start a new chapter... in Cuba. It's madness people, for the money I got for me gaff, I can get a place in London and one in Havana, and still have cash left over.

Drake: You should be focusing on beating TNA first.

Ben: You're right mate, big time, in fact I should do the focusy thing now.

Drake raises his finger.

Ben: Don't worry son, not gonna do the click me finger, everything freezes up thingy. It's a beautiful night, so I'ma take me 'aris outside and do it.

Ben leans in to Drake and whispers.

Ben: By the way mate, I didn't knob ya sister.

Ben stands up as a shocked look crosses Drake's face. He addresses the table.

Ben: Excuse me for a bit people.

Ben turns and walks outside the restaurant. He turns to face the restaurant, leaning on a barrier outside, the street alive behind him. He looks down the camera.

Ben: Alright people, how ya doing today?

Ben turns his ear as if to listen.

Ben: Brilliant to know. I bet ya never expected to ever see a promo from Panama, and now you've seen a couple. Beautiful place this is, let me tell ya. I could rave about this place for hours, I so could, but unfortunately, I need to talk to ya about some tit head called Mr TNA. Travis Nathaniel Andrews, the biggest name in SCW.... I mean by letters son, don't get too excited. It's been brewing for a while, ya know people, it's been bubbling away like crazy and now, it's gonna happen, gonna give the people what the wanna see, and ya know what that is Travis mate?

Ben pauses for a second.

Ben: That's me kicking you so hard in the knackers, that ya testes will replace ya Adam's apple. Straight up mate.

Ben points to his own throat.

Ben: Not gonna lie, it's gonna hurt a bit. When I came back, I didn't come back to piss on ya cornflakes, I came back to be a man and face someone as I rated highly. I always knew you was a dick, I mean everyone knew that but I was looking beyond that one geezer, I was looking at the whole wrestling skill stuff you got going on there, but you wanted to make it personal. I get it mate, you love the ol' spotlight thingy and well, you got it. You did what you could to stay in it, but to be fair mate, you didn't have to do it just by attacking me when I did the decent challenge thing, you coulda just said yes and people would have wanted to see it, but ya made it personal, which means I won't be holding back on anything I do now.

A casual shrugs comes from Ben.

Ben: That's fine with me, but now ya made a rod for ya own back. Now no one wants to see you win, no one wants to see you come close to winning, truth is they want me to steamroll through ya. It's what the people wanna see and to be honest, I think I might just give them what they want. They pay their money, they should see what they want and what they'll see is me whooping you all over the place mate. I mean it's gonna be a proper nightmare for you, proper! I mean you think being in the same ring with Brother Grimm is bad, as scary as he is, it's gonna be nothing to what's gonna happen with us. When ya booted me in the head, it also gave me a kick up the jacksy and made me a little more determined, made me a little more ready for ya because now I got more to prove mate. By taking you on to start with was to prove to meself that I can still hang with decent stars, test me own level, but now, I'm more determined to put on a show. It's your own bloody fault pal, all ya had to do was say yes instead of trying to kick me arse. Now kicking me arse and running to hide behind a no contact contract means it's now gonna bite you on the arse. Really and truly bite ya on the arse.

Ben breathes deeply.

Ben: I figured out why you're such a dick. I worked it out pretty easy. It's all this, innit?

Ben points around himself.

Ben: It's cause you don't have what I do. You don't have friends like I do, you don't have peeps around you that actually care about you, so you're bitter against the world. I get to go to places like this because I have people that give a monkeys about me and you don't. A lot of people have friends around them, you have lackeys, my guess son is you're pretty damn jealous of me so you chose to smack me in the mush. That's cushdy mate, but whacking me in my gob doesn't make people wanna know ya. You were the kid that never had the up to date toys, wasn't ya? Had more than a few hand me downs and that's why you're a bitter little tosser.

Ben smiles down the camera.

Ben: I'm not a psychologist sugar tits but that's my guess on why you're an attention seeking wanker.

Ben leans off the barrier, taking a step towards the camera.

Ben: Anyway, I'm gonna go back to the people that ya don't have, ya know, friends and I'm gonna leave you to think about yourself Travis, because no one else will be thinking of you. Have a good long think about why you're only popular in ya own dome, and I'm gonna go hang out with a few of me mates.

Ben gives the camera a thumbs up.

Ben: And you lovely people at home, thanks for watching. If ya gonna be there to see me smack that bellend up, feel free to bring signs that say "Travis is a tosser" on them.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: But for now, I gotta get back to Drake and explain to him what "knob your sister" means. You guys have a cracking night and you'll see this smiling face very soon. Any decent estate agents in Havana, feel free to gimme a bell, alright?

Ben holds his fingers up to the side of his head in the shape of a phone.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben walks past the camera as the scene fades to black.  

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Climax Control Archives / One Long Road
« on: September 18, 2015, 09:05:24 AM »
 The smiling face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen in a non descriptive location, his eyes full of life as he looks down the camera. The camera moves down to show him wearing a black ACW shirt, the same as he wore on Climax Control this past week. The camera stops just underneath the logo and he smiles down the camera.

Ben: Afternoon people, hope you're all well. I gotta admit right now, I'm not in Argentina just yet, but I will be flying there tomorrow to give you people a cracking show, actually in a place called Twickenham, where I will be sitting out having a few beers before the ol' Rugby World Cup kicks off a little later. Yep, my arse will be there. Anyways, again, you've noticed the ACW shirt.

Ben runs his finger along the logo

Ben: Brilliant time in my life ya know, feels like it was forever ago, but only a couple of years. Funny thing is, it's been right there on my mind lately, stuck in me head something rotten.

Ben puts his hands out flat.

Ben: Yep, you guessed it, it's gonna be one of those flashback thingys, where we all get nostalgic, because it's important to remember where ya came from and respect what you've done. This little gem comes from day one, like proper day one. Was an odd day really cause I was about to have me first ever barny in the ring, and I met a fella called Casey Williams too. You're probably wondering why I decided to jump back in the past? Simples people, this week, I'm up against a bloke and a bird who has no idea who I am, or where I started so might get a bit generic with their banter at me, so let me give ya some insight, alright?

Ben looks to the side.

Ben: Can we get a little Wayne's World screen melting action going on here?

Ben looks at the camera waving his fingers in the style of the movie as the screen melts away and fades in to a scene from just over two years ago.

....

A nervous looking Ben Jordan stands leaning against a wall, before the start of the first ever Atlantic Championship Wrestling show. Wearing his white shorts with matching boots and knee pads, he looks around as sheets of paper are being handed out by current SCW star Casey Williams, drafted in by J.J Dixon to hand out a little backstage help to this relative new and inexperienced roster. Casey approaches Ben, looking at the smaller man, before handing him a sheet of paper.

Casey: Who are you?

Ben: Ben Jordan mate.

Casey blinks his eyes fast, hearing Ben's accent for the first time.

Casey: I'm Casey Williams.

Ben smiles as he puts out a hand to Casey but Casey looks at it before shaking it.

Ben: I know who you are. Mate, honestly, learning how to do this thing, I watched a shitload of your matches at AWA and SCW, you're bloody quality.

Ben stumbles out his words, looking at Casey but Casey curls up his lip, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Casey ignore his accent and looks down the sheets of paper still in his hand.

Casey: Looks like you're in the battle royal, with a winner getting a shot at the title at the end of the night.

Ben's eyes grow wide as he fires his face towards the paper.

Ben: Wait, I can win the top title here tonight? Bloody hell!

Casey stares at Ben once more.

Casey: You haven't been in this business long, have you?

Ben: To be fair cocker, this is like my first pro match on television, like I've never been around cameras or a crowd this big, or anything like this mate, honestly, it's all bloody new to me.

Casey rolls his eye at Ben and shakes his head.

Casey: well, good luck...

....

Fading back in to Ben's smiling face.

Ben: That was the beginning of my ride, the start of something life changing for me. Something that started a chain of events where I started to get a bit of a reputation. There was one hell of a huge moment for me, a moment I didn't think possible. A moment where I felt like I made it, like I'd done something worth remembering. I might not have won me first match and some wally from another company on a part time deal mighta waltzed in and took the top title, but I did something that turned out to become history...

....

Later in 2013, the door of a dressing room bursts open and a jubilant Ben walks in the dressing room with two title belts over his shoulder, The ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight championship over one shoulder and the ACW Tag Team championship over the other. Mickey Carroll follows Ben in to the room, a smile covering the redheads face as he holds the other half of the championship in his hand.

Mickey: We fucking did it ye cockney bastard!

Ben turns to Mickey and puts a hand on his shoulder, excitement covering his face.

Ben: Too right you paddy tosser. Ben Jordan and Mickey Carroll, ACW Tag Team champions! Fucking get in!

Ben and Mickey grin widely as Ben takes a seat on a nearby bench, looking down at both the titles in his hand.

Ben: First the Junior Heavyweight, now the tag team titles. First ever ACW wrestler to be a double champion. Holy shit, considering a few months ago, I had nothing. Bloody hell mate, this is unreal.

Mickey moves towards a bag on the bench and pulls out two cans, one blue Fosters can, the other, a black Guinness can.

Mickey: If ye gonna cry like a bitch cause ya have two belts, ya not man enough to drink beer. I'll see if I can find ya a glass of wine.

Ben looks up at Mickey and shakes his head.

Ben: Just gimme a beer ya ginger tosser.

Mickey moves over towards Ben and holds a beer out towards him. He lays the titles on his legs and takes the blue can. Both men open the cans and whack them together before drinking at the same time.

Ben: To a very long bloody run with these things my old son. Marathon record setting champions.

Mickey nods in agreement at Ben.

.....

Back to the smiling face of Ben, who is now sitting outside a pub in Twickenham, South West London. He holds in his hand a pint of lager, looking away from the camera as he takes a sip. He slightly turns his head to see the camera.

Ben: Oh, you're back already. Wondering how I got here so quick? Be amazed what you can do when someone yells cut, and ya fancying a pint. Be shocked how quick you can move your arse.

Ben clears his throat.

Ben: Anyway, back on script. I thought it didn't get any bigger than that and it really was a record breaking run, cause me and Mickey had those bad boys all the way through to the end of ACW, the only ever tag team champs they had. Alright, so I lost me other belt to some fella called Drake, who you might know, but losing that belt actually kicked me on to the next level, because I went on to do something else, the highlight of my career to date...

.....

The last ever ACW, now renamed to All-Pro Championship Wrestling. Ben tiredly walks through the black curtain at the back of the arena, in his hands, his newly won ACW World championship belt. He stands at the top of the steps holding the belt in his hands and looking down, a smile across his face as he holds on to the rail with a free hand. A round of applause causes Ben to look up to see his fellow wrestlers around him clapping, his eyes scan the crowd to see Drake Green, Simon Jones, Guns For Hire, opponent that night Casey Williams, that time girlfriend Emma Rose, undefeated woman's champion Vixen, tag team partner and co tag team champion, Mickey Carroll. Ben looks around the crowd and smiles before walking down the steps, only to be surrounded by his fellow wrestlers, shaking hands and patting the new champion on the back.

Ben: You guys bring a lump to my throat.

Ben's boss, J.J Dixon approaches, moving though the crowd and putting his arm around Ben's shoulder.

J.J: Congrats Ben, you've just made ACW history tonight. First ever triple crown champion. I have to give myself credit for that because I hired you.

A tired smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Cheers J.J. Looking forward to working hard to have a run with this thing like I did with the other belts.

J.J instantly looks slightly uncomfortable.

J.J: Oh I'm sure you're gonna have that belt for a long, long time. Anyway kid, enjoy.

J.J walks away from Ben as he is swarmed by his fellow wrestlers.

.....

Back to Ben outside the bar, where he is now posing for a selfie with a female fan. She quickly takes the picture and nods at Ben.

Ben: Have a good un sweetheart.

The woman smiles at Ben before walking away, Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: J.J was right, I will have a long run with that belt, cause I never lost it. It made a brief return to SCW for a while, but I wasn't involved in it all, but from the original ACW, still the champ, cause I never lost it. J.J knew at that point that he'd lost ACW playing cards and yeah, I was the champ forever. Now there's a reason I've brought you from day one to the last day. Because this week, I'm taking on two newcomers to SCW, Desmond Knight and Helena Ring. This was for your benefit, because I'm trying to get across to you good people that despite slow starts, you can go on and become a ledge, if ya have the pride to do it. This one won't be easy to get off to a winning start.

Before Ben can continue, his phone starts to shake on the table in front of him. He holds up his finger to the camera.

Ben: Just a sec.

Ben picks up his phone and hits the button on it.

Ben: Drake, hello geezer, how's things?

Ben waits for an answer.

Ben: Yeah, not bad over here mate. Tell Lyah not to worry, I will be in Argentina soon, flight out tomorrow morning, they just don't like the brits much over there because the Falklands is ours and they want it. It's all political rubbish but some Argies really hold grudges and stuff.

Ben waits for Drake to speak.

Ben: No, I didn't see Helena's promo thing. You know me, I never watch those things till after mine is on the air. Only uncreative and lazy people watch them and use what someone says against them.

Ben listens to Drake once again.

Ben: Seriously? She called me a guy that lives on past glories? Oh bollocks, I've just shot a promo about the ACW days and successes and stuff, well, doing it now, just to show her and Dessie not to give up after we turn them over and she said that? Little bit harsh against a fella she don't know.

Ben waits for Drake to speak again and mouths some words to the camera.

Ben: Drake says hi.

He turns his attention back to the phone.

Ben: Cheers for the heads up mate, I'm not gonna scrap everything because she said that. So much for being inspirational to the new people, eh? Anyway, gonna have to go, about to do the snappy finger thing to rabbit about the match. Anyway son, catch ya soon. Laters.

Ben hits the button on the phone and clicks his fingers, causing the scene to freeze around him.

Ben: Well that's a kick in knackers. Apparently that bird said I live on past glories, when I went to all this trouble to find all that backstage footage to inspire her not to give up when Lyah and I go through her and her partner, like a vindaloo. Bit harsh for someone who is meant to be one of the good guys, facing two good guys...

Ben shakes his head slowly.

Ben: Getting mocked for things I'm proud of by a bird with the most punny name since Hope Heelcum was knocking around SCW.

Ben shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: Helena Ring... Hell in a ring... brilliant. This is a woman who thinks she's got her research right on me, but she's as far off as a Sergio Ramos penalty, but I've had a glance of who she is and well, she has probably the best nickname in SCW at least even with the punny first name. Pretty sure I saw this bird in some bodybuilding contest a while ago and yeah, the words muscles on muscles seems to come to mind, but you're not my problem to deal with to be fair. If ya didn't get the memo darling, we can't lay a hand on each other, men against men, women against women and although you might be one hell of a big un, I got every faith in Lyah to take care of ya. Yep, you might be bigger, and stronger, but take this from a fella, nothing more dangerous than a woman with the hump. You piss off a woman, they all of a sudden turn in to she Hulk. Lyah has the hump thanks to what Marky boy pulled the other day, she's proper fuming and no one can blame her.

Ben puts his hand around his beer on the table.

Ben: Alright, she gets to go all over the place with Drake, see the world, and maybe someday, she'd have been an SCW star but she didn't deserve to be forced in to this job, but she will be an absolute diamond pro. She wants to win as much as I do, she ain't gonna let me down and she is as pissed off as a sack full of rats, no amount of muscles in the world is gonna stop that.

Ben picks up his drink and takes a quick gulp before placing the glass back down.

Ben: One final thought on Helena Ring... How cool would it be to see her go up against Natalie McKinley and Traci Patterson in a triple threat match? Seriously, the power in that ring... Book it SCW, book it.

Ben runs his fingers around his glass.

Ben: On to Desmond Knight.... First off, why ya nicking Drake Green's showtime gimmick? Come on mate, there's only one show time and it ain't you. Can't beat the original. Am I right?

Ben turns his face to the table next to him, occupied by two men in England rugby shirts.

Ben: Ah, you ain't gonna answer, you're a bit frozen there.

Ben turns back to the camera.

Ben: I've done me reading on you, spoke to some fellas and stuff and the general thing I'm getting from them all is that you're a complete and utter tosser. I mean like a serious dick when it comes to pretty much every aspect of your life. Let me give ya some blinding advice here and I won't charge ya for it either. Being a dick around SCW is reserved for a certain boss Drake Green has an issue with, but he owns the place, he can do what he wants. Being a dick in the locker room son, it's only gonna get ya arse kicked more than you want it to. I get it, you're new to the game and you stick up that shield so people don't think ya weak or could get pissed on or whatever, but everyone knows when ya stick on that front, no one will take ya seriously.

Ben picks up the pint glass and holds it close to his mouth.

Ben: It's just a front brought on cause ya mummy didn't give ya enough hugs as a kid or something, that's Dr Jordan's diagnosis on you. You can act like a plum all you want, but when ya get in the ring, it's a whole different story. Trust me Dessie, you can be a vile human being, or a king amongst men, but when it comes down to it, it's about having the jacobs to stand up and be noticed, to show that you can back it up.

Ben takes a mouthful of beer before placing the glass down.

Ben: Thing is, this one is gonna be pretty rough for you cause you're up against me on ya debut here, and well, also hear you're a little bit green and what not, but it's all good, but experience will win out. I did this whole promo just to show you personally that even though ya will have a rocky start, there's hope for you yet.

Ben runs his fingers down the outside of the glass.

Ben: This one might be a harsh intro to SCW, but ya might learn a thing or two. I have no intentions of letting Lyah down in this one mate, so expect me on the top of me game and looking to work me nuts off to help give a lady with a big future a win, at your expense, but that being said, I hope you two come back stronger and more determined. Anyways, time for me to get me arse outta here, few things to do before heading in the stadium. I hope you both enjoy ya debuts, even if it doesn't go the way you're planning for it to go. I'll catch ya all on Sunday.

Ben stands up.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers, walking away as the scene starts to move once more. The camera fades out.

94
Climax Control Archives / Filling in some blanks...
« on: September 04, 2015, 05:05:47 AM »
 Mid morning, in an unknown location, Ben Jordan sits in a coffee house, his hand wrapped around a mug of black coffee. Ben is wearing a silver suit and black shirt, on his feet are expensive looking shiny black shoes. A tired yet relaxed look crosses his face as he looks towards the door, as it opens, his eyes watching a young woman join the busy building. Ben drops his head low, staring in to the black steaming liquid in the mug. The bell signals another customer walking through the door and Ben looks up to see the person he is waiting for. Drake Green gives Ben a nod before walking over towards the counter, speaking to the young lady behind the counter before turning towards Ben and moving through the crowd, pulling out the seat opposite his long time friend and reaching out his hand to shake. Ben smiles and shakes Drake's hand, giving his friend a warm smile and nod of his head. Drake sits down opposite him, looking around at the setting.

Drake: Well this is the first time you wanted to meet for a drink and not started with the words "meet me in the pub".

Ben tilts his head lightly before nodding in agreement.

Ben: Well it is only eleven and well, boozers are loud places, you wouldn't be able to hear me rabbit.

Drake's head jolts back as he looks at Ben.

Drake: You brought a talking rabbit?

Ben curls the left side of his lip down, looking at Drake.

Ben: Ha ha, very funny, me sides are splitting under me shirt.

The sarcastic tones from Ben, bring a smile on Drake's face.

Drake: So what did you drag me here for?

Ben: Remember on the cruise when I told you about me and Emz not being together? I kinda cut it off shot and such. Feel a bit of a tit that I never explained it all to ya, so figured fuck it, coffee, catch up and fill you in on what the bloody hell happened.

A waitress moves towards Drake, placing a cup of coffee in front of him. He nods politely at the waitress who moves away from them and Drake puts his hand around the mug. Drake turns his attention back to Ben.

Drake: Yeah, what the fuck did happen there? I thought you two were in it for the long haul.

Ben: So did I mate. Proper long haul but...

Ben sighs and breathes deeply as he lifts his mug off the table.

Ben: She must have had other ideas. I woke up one morning, she wasn't there, not unusual for me to wake up after her, looked around the place, she wasn't there, again, not unusual for her to nip out. Then I walked in to the kitchen, there was a note and she had had it away on her toes.

Ben takes a sip of the steaming liquid as Drake looks at Ben with raised eyebrows.

Drake: That's it? Nothing else? Just a fucking note?

Ben places the mug down on to the table.

Ben: Just a fucking note. Saying that she was off and not to try and contact her, that she'd be off the grid and fine and not to worry. So my detective mind lead me to her closet and pretty much everything was gone. The woman even took the dog... By that I mean the yappie four legged thing called Brutus, not slang for me dog.

Ben holds up his fingers to his ears, in the sign of a phone as Drake looks at him confused.

Ben: Dog and bone.... Phone mate, phone. Anyway, yeah, she was gone, I still don't know what the fuck I did wrong with her to be fair.

Drake slowly shakes his head, a sympathetic look on his face.

Drake: She didn't seem that kinda person.

Ben: Gotta be honest with ya mate, there was the Emma that people saw on tele, like in ASW and SCW and there was the Emma that was there when the cameras stopped and she didn't have to impress anyone. Yeah, we was the perfect couple for a long time, loved the woman to bits, and even though she upped and left me standing there like a lemon, after all I did for her, part of me still does. That's what gets me, I actually did all she wanted, lost friends because she meant more to me, had to spend the last few months building bridges that she indirectly helped to burn. I done all I could for her, and ended up feeling bloody used and like no matter what I did, just wasn't good enough for her that she can just cut me off like that without a care.

Ben turns his head, shaking it in disappointment.

Ben: And me like a right prick fell for the lot of it. Must have had mug written on me forehead from day one.

Ben tries to keep his calm, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes before looking back at Drake.

Drake: That's pretty fucked up man. You haven't seen or heard from her since?

Ben quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Not in person, or heard from her, but I'm pretty sure she's haunting my dreams. The last few nights, she's been in my dreams and not even in a good way. Like she'll act all sweet and then do something to like intentionally piss on me cornflakes and hurt me. It's like I'm constantly being mocked.

Drake: Mocked about what?

Ben: Well, it's like in the dreams, she brings up shit she never got to see cause it's embarrassing for me. I wasn't exactly in the best shape of my life, both in me dome and literary, and in the dreams, she mocked the act that I looked like I ate all the pies.

Drake puts his hands out flat in front of him, confused by the last comment.

Ben: It means I became a bit of a chunky monkey, a chubby lad, a dough boy, a lard arse....

Drake puts his hand up, stopping Ben.

Drake: Are you trying to say you became fat?

Ben: Amongst other things...

Ben tilts his head, thinking back to a few months ago....

***Flashback***

Beer cans and tall empty bottles cover the floor of what looks like a house as the camera focuses on a man lying on a sofa face down. Next to the sofa, sits a stack of pizza boxes, piled five high. A groan comes from the general direction of the shirtless man on the sofa, only wearing grey sweat pants on his lower half as he rolls from the sofa, falling off and crashing to the floor, sending beer cans flying around on impact. The man stands up, his back to the camera, only showing long hair past his shoulders, scruffy and ungroomed. He shakes his head, shaking off the fall before reaching down beside him and picking up a bottle of what looks to be vodka. He unscrews the cap before turning around towards the camera, lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking to show the man as Ben Jordan, sporting a long Jesus style beard, clearly also as ungroomed as his hair, hanging inches below his chin. His bloodshot eyes look down at the bottle, now empty and he removes it from his lips, throwing it over his shoulder, and a crash is heard in the background. The camera moves down Ben's topless body to show all muscle definition on his stomach now gone and replaced with a roll of fat hanging over the top of his sweat pants. Ben collapsed back on the sofa, his head tilted back and looking up as he groans....

***Present***

Ben: Yeah, I looked like a homeless guy.

Drake shakes his head in disbelief at Ben.

Drake: You should have told me and I woulda stopped you getting in that mess.

Ben: Mate, I was embarrassed that it all went wonky. No one knew, I hide myself away drinking myself in to an early grave and not giving a flying fuck about it. In me dome, all I could think about was losing the one bird that I'da happily had me nuts chewed off by angry mutts then to ever see her sad, but ya know, I got dropped in the tom tit and ended up borderline pisshead.

Drake looks Ben up and down.

Drake: You don't look in bad shape now.

Ben: I'm not, back in shape. Took me months of work to do it but I'm looking pretty decent now. Pretty much all down to Christian Underwood. See me coming back to SCW has been in the pipeline for months. Christian contacted me about four months ago when I was lower than a snakes bollocks....

***Flashback***

The familiar sound of Skype calling can be heard in the background as Ben sits with a beer in his hand at the kitchen table, still sitting with his long hair down his back and his unkempt beard, with his shirt off. Ben looks around the room curiously for the noise. He stands up, stumbling around the kitchen, listening for the sound to get louder before stopping in front of the microwave. He opens it up to see his laptop sitting in there. He scratches his head and takes it out.

Ben: One, how did you get in there you sneaky little laptop. Two, how are you still on? And three, how the fuck did you stay charged?

Ben looks at the laptop for answers but quickly opens the top of it as he walks towards the kitchen table and places the laptop down. He sees the name Christian Underwood lit up and hits accept as he takes a seat. He picks up the beer as the screen loads up to show Christian sitting in an office type setting. As the screen loads up, Christian jumps backwards in surprise at seeing Ben in the way he is.

Christian: Ben...?

Ben: Alright mate, how's it going?

Christian: Clearly better than you...

Ben takes a mouthful of beer as Christian slowly shakes his head.

Christian: What the hell happened to you?

Ben: Long ol' story for another day.

Christian eyes up the beer Ben has in his hand.

Christian: You're drinking? Isn't it about 9am where you are?

Ben glances at a nearby clock on the wall.

Ben: Almost, and I haven't stopped drinking.

Christian: Since last night?

Ben: Yeah, let's go with that.... What can I do ya for mate?

Christian: Well Mark has opened the purse strings, freeing up some cash to hire a few again. We have a place where everyone wants to be the heel, and could do with a few more good guys here. I'm contacting a few people and wanted to see if I could tempt you back till at least the end of the tour, but you look a little.... different.

Ben: I wanna come back! I got nothing keeping me here right now, I wanna come back. What's the pay like?

Christian shifts uneasily in his chair.

Christian: Ten percent up from your last contract.

Ben: I'll take half of it!

Christian moves his head closer to the camera, looking closer at Ben.

Christian: Are you drunk? You want half the money on the table.

Ben: Yeah.... Well, to the half the money thing. The other half, give to a local charity on the tour, and Bob's your uncle! Sorted.

Christian looks closely at Ben.

Christian: Thing is Ben, it's obvious that there's a few extra pounds there and that look just isn't you. Maybe, I should come back with this offer another time when ya in a better place.

Ben: No no no no noooooooo. You'd be doing me a favor by getting me a deal there.

Christian sighs.

Christian: Three months to get yourself back to who you used to be Ben. I'll even set you up some sessions with personal trainers to get yourself back in shape.

Ben: You will not regret it.

Christian: I hope not.... and Ben?

Ben: Yesssssss

Christian: Lose the beard, you look like you have a birds nest under your chin.

Ben gives Christian a thumbs up

***Present***

Ben: Christian's call came at the right time man, if not, who knows what would have happened to me. Without it, I wouldn't have had the motivation to get back in to decent shape, I wouldn't have been able to focus anywhere else. It could have saved me from a stint in rehab. I basically got straight up from there, lost the beard, cleaned up, knocked the booze on the head and worked my bollocks off for three months straight.

Drake nods at Ben, listening to his every word.

Ben: It's like a second chance now, everything is changing. Me gaff is being sold, cause I don't wanna be there and apparently it's worth more now my arse has lived there. I'll just stay where ever the tour takes me, then buy a place either on the river or on an island.

Drake: You're selling the underground house?

Ben: Yeah, I don't need all that space to knock around in on my own. Couple of bedrooms and a decent view and I'm sorted.

Drake: The women will love it.

Ben shakes his head sharply, looking at Drake pick up his mug.

Ben: Turn it in son. I'm not interested in birds, I was tied down long enough.

Drake: Watered down. Bout fucking time we might get the old Ben back. The Ben that used to be in ACW before he became a bitch.

Ben smiles at Drake.

Ben: Bitch no... Loved up tit maybe.

Drake: Anyway, don't play innocent with me, I've seen you with that Sam Marlowe.

Ben: Nothing in it son, just a nice girl who's pretty cool to hang around with but nothing in that at all. She's just a nice bird, fun to hang with, polite...

Drake: Redhead... And we know you seem to go for those.

Ben: Still nothing in it me ol' son. I'm so focused on this match coming up, kicking Mr TNA in the bollocks at some point. All focused on the wrestling and the match in New Zealand.... In fact, bout time I cut a promo on that thing.

Drake's eyes widen.

Drake: Don't you do it...

Ben: I'm sorry mate, but it's kinda my thing.

Drake: Don't...

Ben: Sorry mate.

Ben smiles at Drake.

Ben: Talking about this wrestling stuff has got me wanting to do my little promo thing for the match.

Drake puts his finger out, pointed towards Ben

Drake: Don't you dare do that fre-

Ben clicks his fingers, causing Drake to freeze, his finger still pointed towards Ben. The entire coffee shop around the duo freeze complete. Ben leans over the table taps Drake on the head and turns to the camera.

Ben: He's gonna be well pissed off when he does the unfreezy thing, but him going on about me match coming up got me excited to talk to you lovely lot. How ya doing people?

Ben turns his ear to the camera, nodding as if he's listening and smiles.

Ben: Blinding to hear people, absolutely blinding. Now ya know who I am and all that, so don't need to do the ol' intro stuff again. Right now, let's get away from the bleeding heart stuff you've sat through and have a little rabbit about me match with Joshua Acquin, a geezer I don't half mind.

Ben rolls his shoulders backwards and smiles.

Ben: This people is a brilliant little challenge for me to come back to, this is actually like a hot beer on a cold day, perfect, ya know? The guy is a former champion on a couple of levels, which is pretty decent, got himself a little bit mixed up with these Nobodies lads and lady, if ya can call her that, foul mouth that one, but anyways, we all know the fella needs to bounce back. He could be sitting there thinking I'm the perfect one to come back and get back on track with, I dunno what goes through his mind, but the fella has a big pair of bollocks to be going up against the people he's been dealing with lately, ultimate credit there. He could be thinking I could be a little bit rusty or something...

Ben quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Don't be a mong, I ain't the tin man or anything. Ever since Christian called me on the dog, I've been working my way back to being at a decent level to be able to get my arse back in to the ring. I've been busting me gooleys to be in decent enough shape to be considered good enough for a return to the action and trust me, the excitement is well and truly building in this bloke. I'm like a kid at Christmas bouncing around to get in the ring with ya. Rust is the last thing on me mind.

Ben taps the side of his head with his finger.

Ben: All me hassles I've had lately, looking at the in the rear view and giving 'em a little wave because what's first and foremost on me melon is putting on a good performance for the people of New Zealand, just for putting their wonga on the table, getting a ticket to come see blokes like me put on the best show I can. I'm in the ring with a decent opponent too, and I know Joshua thinks he has a bit of a chance against me and maybe the fellas right, maybe he does have a shot, but I don't wanna be a limp todger on a wedding night here, I don't wanna, you know...

Ben looks down at his groin area before snapping his head back up.

Ben: Flop at the wrong time. That wrong time would be in the ring,and trust me, I ain't flopped before, no intention to flop in the future. I am gonna surprise you all with my return cause this bloke is coming back better than ever. Might of just up and left just like that, so that makes me think I need to make it up to you all and that is something I can and will do by beating Joshua Acquin.

An firm affirmative nod comes from Ben's direction.

Ben: Joshua mate, I'm not taking you lightly at all, far from it. In fact I'm looking at you as if I was in the ring with Kain, Sean Jackson, Gabriel or any other great world champion there's been in this gaff. I'm treating this match like I'm going out and taking down The Don. I'm looking at you as if you are the best wrestler in the world, holding gold all over, like an international superstar. I won't be complacent like Chelsea's back four most of the time, I won't insult ya by thinking you're below me at all, to me, you're the man! The top man! The guy everyone wants to beat. Now think about it for just a second, ok mate?

Ben raises one finger up.

Ben: If I'm taking ya that seriously, you gotta ask yourself how you plan on dealing with that. How do ya take down the mindset of a geezer who is gonna fire at ya like ya the world champ? Your record makes people think less of ya and they get lazy, that gives you the oppo to take them down that quickly, but me mate, I'm seeing ya through a whole different set of minces.

Ben turns his head to the frozen in place Drake.

Ben: When ya watch this back, minces means eyes, mince pies is the slang, alright mate?

Ben gives the frozen Drake a thumbs up and looks down the camera again.

Ben: Yeah, I'm seeing ya in a whole different way and that my friend is gonna be a tough one to deal with. It's gonna be more of a struggle then ya had against little Tim. No offense to Tim, the boy is family but he's got a long way to go and will someday be better than me, but right now, this is a bit of a step up to you, Joshua. Don't worry about it too much mate, just relax, give it the best you can, I'll do the same and everyone will go home with a grin on there mushes talking about the show that me and you put on for everyone.

Ben puts two thumbs up for the camera.

Ben: It's why we do this mate, to entertain these people because they work their nuts off to afford to watch us, or two fellas fighting over a belt when neither of them are wearing strides.... Ummmm trousers. People pay to see action, they pay to see these big ol' glorious returns, bit like me returning. They're proper interested in seeing if returning people are the same, or better, or worse and all that malarky. That returning guy, he tends to come back and throw in a little extra and that my friends is what I plan on doing, coming back and showing ya all what you've been missing, even you Travis. You keep a close peeper on this one son.

Ben stands up and moves around the table, moving behind Drake and standing there, his hand resting on Drake's shoulder.

Ben: Anyway people, I've taken up enough of your time. Get away from ya TVs, mobile devices, or laptops, whatever ya watching this thing on and go get some air in ya lungs. I'll see you all on Sunday. Laters people.

Ben walks away from Drake and off camera. His arm appears on camera once more and he clicks his fingers, the scene starting to go back to normal, with people in the coffee shop moving around.

Drake: -Eze thing or....

Drake looks around the table, seeing Ben isn't there.

Drake: Son of a bitch!

Drake shakes his head as the camera fades out.

95
Climax Control Archives / ♥ twenty-four: Part II
« on: November 28, 2014, 11:52:56 AM »
 The scene opens in the bedroom of Ben Jordan and Emma Rose. Emma is seen in bed, the covers pulled up to her upper body with her arm pushed over the top of the bed covers. She breathes shallowly, the covers moving up and down with every breath she takes. The sound of a man clearing his throat can be heard and the camera turns around to show a smiling Ben Jordan, standing at the foot of the bed, just wearing shorts on his body. He lifts a finger up to his mouth, shushing the camera, before speaking softly.

Ben: Alright people, how's it going? Now, I'm sure you've watched the missus promo, which was slated to air before this. Did ya see what she did to me yesterday? When I said forty eight hour date, I didn't expect it too be starting at one AM, talk about shock the daylights outta ya. Well I'm not that mean, it's five AM now and we get to do what I want. I know, a geezer actually being able to do what he wants where his missus can't stop him. Unreal, innit?

Ben looks back at Emma, still miles away in the land of nod. Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: She was a bit of a meanie yesterday, did you see the stuff she got me doing? Honestly, I do not like spending Friday's shopping, I don't like spending any day doing that, hence me Amazon account, but up at one, then push ups. All the stuff you didn't get to see, bloody hell, I washed the car. till don't think me hands have recovered from that.

Ben holds his hands up to the camera.

Ben: Dance lessons... honestly, that woman has to stop watching Dirty Dancing! I got two left feet and one of those don't like to work. Watching The Notebook, not good for a geezer, but she did tell me something while watching that, a film set she's never watched. That's gonna start in like ten minutes. Playing with the dog, washing hair, massages, foot rubs, not the ideal geezer date, well now it's my twenty four hours. It's Saturday the twenty second, there's a lot to do, so I should probably start.

Ben reaches in to his shorts pocket, pulling out a small remote control, and steps out of the room, softly shutting the door behind him.

Ben: Trust me, it's gonna be better to be out here.

Ben raises the remote and presses the button on the front, instantly causing loud rock music to blast from the room. Ben smiles innocently at the camera.

Ben: What?

The door flies open and Emma Rose bursts through the door, her hair in complete bed head mode. Ben smiles at Emma.

Ben: Morning Sunshine.

Emma waves her finger at Ben

Emma: Ben, it's just after five AM, what are you doing?

A smiling Ben strokes Emma's face as he uses the other hand to press the remote, stopping the music in the other room.

Ben: Well sweetheart, I thought you deserved a lay in, considering you was up soooooooo early yesterday. Thought I'd give you a few hours extra sleep. It's part two of the forty eight hour date and I got a great way to start it off.

Emma looks at Ben with sleepy eyes.

Emma: You want me to do push ups today?

Ben: No, when we was watching The Notebook and I mumbled something about Back to the Future and you said and I quote "I've never seen that junk". Well guess what you sexy little thing you.

Emma closes her eyes, knowing what's coming.

Emma: Oh God. Ok, how long is it on for?

Ben: It? There's three of them. Come on darling.

Ben takes Emma by the wrist, reluctantly leading her away from the warmth of her comfy bed.

-----------------------------

12pm.

To the sofa we go as the credits for Back to the Future III starts to roll down the wide screen television in the living of Ben and Emma. Emma rest her head on Ben's chest and his arm sits around her shoulder. Emma looks up at Ben.

Ben: Well, whatcha think?

Emma: I don't get it.

Ben pulls his head away from Emma, looking down at the redhead.

Ben: What's not to get? They build a time machine in the shape of a car and bounce through time. There's nothing else to it. Throw in a flying skateboard and everyone's happy. It's like the best film series of our generation. They really need to make another one.

Emma: No one would pay to see that.

Ben: Wash your mouth out young lady, I'd pay to see it over and over and over and over.

Emma covers her ears, sitting up and scooting away from Ben. She looks across at the young Cockney, and slowly shakes her head in disappointment.

Emma: You think that's good but you complained at The Notebook?

Ben: Yeah, cause the notebooks rubbish, ain't it?

Emma pushes Ben in the arm before crossing hers and turning away from Ben, Ben smiles at the back of Emma's head and quickly glances down at his watch.

Ben: Oh baby, baby, baby, it's time for you to get dressed because we're going out this afternoon.

Emma turns back to Ben, a half cross look on her face.

Emma: Where are we going?

Ben: You'll see when we get there of course.

Emma: Ben, I need to know what to wear. I have this new dress and heels, I could wear them.

Ben scratches his tilted head, looking at the love of his life with lowered eyebrows. Eventually, Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, I think you might be a spot overdressed if you wore them. I recommend dressing up very, very warm because it's gonna be a bit nippy where we're going and you don't wanna be poking people in the eye with those things.

Ben points down to Emma's chest, but Emma once again pushes Ben away. She stands up, turning and walking out of the room, Ben's eyes following every step of the way. Emma turns past the door and Ben reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a phone. He looks over his shoulder, making sure Emma's out of the way before tapping in a pin code. He quickly hits his contacts and hits a number, looking over his shoulder for Emma. The phone stops ringing and a distant sound of a voice on the other end is heard.

Ben: Hello mate. Yeah, everything is going as planned, up at five, watched the films she didn't want to, now out to the other places. She's hating every minute of it. Yeah, love a swerve. So listen mate, are you sure you can get this done in time? I'm getting her out of the house in about an hour or so you got about seven hours to get this done. Trust me mate, I'll make it worth your while. Nice one, drop me a message when ya done. Cya mate, bye.

Ben looks in to the camera, putting his finger to his lip, before giving the camera a wink and a thumbs up. Ben jumps off of the sofa and moves away to a different room.

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2.30pm

Emma: There's a lot of people here Ben.

The lovely Emma Rose, wrapped up tightly with skinny blue jeans, and a thick looking fur coat, the fur fluffed around her collar. Ben, wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket, walks hand in hand with the Kiwi. Emma glances at Ben.

Ben: Yeah, well, it's a big un, ain't it?

Emma looks confused at Ben before turning away, looking at three men wearing the same blue shirt, a lion on the chest, with matching blue and white scarfs. Emma looks back at Ben.

Emma: I know that...

Emma stops in her tracks, stopping Ben in his and looking him in the eye.

Emma: Open your jacket.

Ben looks apprehensive as he shakes his head at Emma.

Ben: Not here girl, it's bloody freezing. I don't wanna catch a cold out here, or you'd have to look after me when I get the man flu.

Emma: Open your shirt Ben!

Emma's tone firms up, but Ben shakes his head.

Ben: Not happening.

Emma moves in closer and before Ben can react, Emma pulls down the zip of Ben's leather jacket. She steps back, looking at Ben's blue Millwall shirt.

Emma: You're taking me to the football!

Ben: Yeah, it's Charlton Vs Millwall, big rival game. Was hard to get the tickets for this one.

Emma turns away, shaking her head at Ben, who puts his hands on her shoulders.

Ben: Look baby, I did get you a little something yesterday that I saw when we was out shopping.

Emma looks in Ben's eyes.

Emma: You did?

Ben: Of course.

Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a navy blue wooly hat, putting it on Emma's head and pulling it down, just above her eyes and straightening it up, lining up the stitched in white leaping lion badge, synonymous with Millwall.

Ben: You look triffic darling.

Emma stamps her foot, before turning away and walking away from Ben and in to the crowd. Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: This is going blinding.

Ben winks at the camera.

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5pm

Walking away from the stadium, Emma looks at Ben with narrowed eyes, clearly not happy with Ben's current choices.

Emma: So who actually won?

Ben puts his arm around Emma's shoulder, leading her away from the Valley, the home of Charlton FC.

Ben: No one won, it was nil nil.

Emma: So what happens now?

Ben: Nothing happens now. Both teams get a point each, muggy little Charlton fans cry cause they haven't beat us there in a long, long time and we go somewhere else?

Emma: So we wasted a couple of hours watching Millwall not score a goal.

Ben can't help but smile at Emma's opinion on her first ever football game. He pulls himself closer to Emma as the duo walk.

Ben: Not my first time it will happen, won't be my last. Ok, so time to go somewhere else then I think.

Emma: Home maybe?

Ben: Awwww, my Emzy wanna go home?

Ben pulls Emma in for a cuddle, wrapping his arms around her and looking at the watch on his wrist. He curls his the left side of his lip down and slowly shakes his head.

Ben: How about we head on over to Canary Wharf and watch them light the huge Christmas tree.

Emma looks uneasily up at the sky.

Emma: It looks like it's gonna rain or snow or something.

Ben looks up, shaking his head at the sky and looking back at Emma.

Ben: Nah, looks lovely up there, come on, it'll be fine. We'll go jump on some trains and we'll be at Canary Wharf before ya know it. Maybe someone famous is lighting the tree or something.

Emma rolls her eyes at Ben, before moving next to him and linking her arm in his. The duo walk away as we do another time jump.

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4.45pm

Canary Wharf underground station. Ben and Emma stand on the escalators, moving towards the top, Emma standing in front of Ben by two steps. Ben steps up to the step behind Emma, putting his arms around her, and his head on her shoulder.

Ben: Don't worry darling, this is the last thing I have planned out, then we can get some dinner and go home.

Emma remains silent as the two reach the top, seeing a shocking sight. The London rain piles down from the sky at a high velocity, bouncing hard off the ground as people run for shelter. The two step off the escalator and stand looking at the puddles being formed on the ground. Emma shakes her head, not saying a word before turning around and walking back in to the underground station. Ben quickly reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his phone, quickly unlocking it and hitting the contact menu. Ben hits a number and raises it to his ear.

Ben: Pick up, pick up, pick up!

A look of relief crosses Ben's face.

Ben: 'Ello mate, listen, no time for small talk, how ya getting on? Look mate, you're gonna have to get ya arse in gear and move it cause the rain has pissed on the plans a bit. Just hurry up and I'll try and stall her. Yeah, ok mate, bye.

Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: Never can reply on the poxy British weather!

Ben turns around and moves to the top of the escalator, quickly moving down towards Emma.

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5.30pm

The front door of Ben and Emma's mostly underground house. The two, soaked through to the bone stand outside as Ben reaches for the key, sliding it in the lock and turning it, pushing the door open. Emma moves past Ben and in to the house. A door sits on the right and stairs leading down from their current position, Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: That's like a conservatory, one of the few rooms in this place you can look outside the house from.

Emma starts to walk downstairs, but Ben calls out to her.

Ben: Oi, where'd you think you're going?

Emma stops in her tracks.

Emma: To get dry.

Ben: Come here a sec.

As Emma turns and walks back up the stairs, Ben talks to himself, opening the door to his left.

Ben: Please be done.... oh thank god!

Ben smiles at Emma as she reaches the top of the stairs and points in the door. Emma walks in to the room, where the curtains are drawn, a large Christmas tree stands in the corner of the room, decorated with blue and white lights. A fight place sits near by, lit up as the smoke drifts up the chimney. Emma's eyes widen as she looks at the rows of presents underneath.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: I know, it's a little early but I'm a kid at heart, love a Christmas tree.

Emma wraps her arms around Ben's neck and Ben holds her close.

Ben: Why don't you open the curtains darling.

Ben follows Emma towards the curtains, bending down and placing a little blue box under the Christmas tree. He stands up straight as Emma pulls back the curtains.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: I wasn't doing anything!

Emma: Ben, it's snowing. It was raining a few minutes ago.

Ben moves behind Emma, putting his arms around her from behind and squeezing her tight. Ben turns his head towards the camera and winks as the camera switches to outside, showing Ben and Emma inside the room. The camera goes up to see a snow machine above the window, firing out white flakes in to the dark evening air. The camera jumps in to the room again with Ben looking at the camera.

Ben: Gotta love a swerve.

Ben gives a thumbs up to the camera as the scene fades out.

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Ben Jordan's face appears on the screen.

Ben: Right people, this is the part where you have to use your imagination. It's Friday right? But I'm not in Vegas yet, I'm in Cabo, Emz is doing some photo shoot thingy, but close your eyes and imagine with me.

Ben closes his eyes and the hallway of an SCW locker room area is seen. Benches and lockers are seen all around the room as discarded wrestling gear is seen on the floor. Ben opens his eyes and looks around.

Ben: That wasn't too difficult, right? Ok, now remember, everything you see is completely imaginary, these people are not actually here, including him.

Ben points a finger over to where Casey Williams in standing, looking across the locker room at Ben, evil in his eyes.

Ben: My ol' rival, the man I took the ACW title off on the last ACW show. This geezer and me have beat each other all over the gaff constantly, but you remember how we met Casey? After the first ACW show, you pulled me to one side and had a word in my shell like, telling me not to give up, that the talent was there, that I could beat people if I knuckled down and all that stuff and I did Casey, I beat you son, more than once. Respect was there, then the guy I trained for you, the little street thug Garcia decided to gob in my face after I put the time in for ya.

Ben walks towards Casey, waving his finger

Ben: Not good son! Not good at all! Will be my absolute pleasure to dunk you over the top rope mate, it really will.

Ben walks out of the locker room and in to Matthew Kennedy.

Ben: Didn't have bundles of interaction with this guy back in the day, he was winding down and doing some segment thingy, and I was trying to find my feet in SCW. Doesn't take away that the geezer did well in SCW. Without blokes like Kennedy, SCW wouldn't have had a foundation to build on, respect for that, even if he is a bit of a pompous tosser.

Ben walks away from Matthew Kennedy and past Max Burke, pointing a thumb at him as he trots past.

Ben: Didn't have a whole lot to do with Maxy there either but I agree with what a lot of people said back in the day that Max is the best wrestler not to have held the top gold. Bloody shame really cause I reckon the geezers forgot more about wrestling then this bloke will ever know. I won't lie, when I came to SCW, Max was the fella I watched closely, kept an eye on, the guy knows his stuff in the ring and I may have been on the ol' ASW site earlier and saw Max has signed up as a commentator. That's in ring wrestling's loss, let me tell ya!

Ben turns a corner, seeing Goth holding a glass of red wine between his fingers. Goth stares at Ben, his eyes locked on the Englishman.

Ben: Now there's a fella that freaks me out to say the least, but you can knock him for what he did here. He did exactly what I did in ACW, triple crown champion, only male to do it here so you can't underestimate him in anything he does. He didn't just fall in to these titles, the bloke earned them by beating a lot of people. Jumping from unpredictable roulette title to heavyweight is no easy task, you have to get yourself mentally ready for it in different ways and this bloke has been around long enough to know how to play the game. Really gotta keep an eye on him.

Ben continues to walk down the hallway.

Ben: It wasn't all bad people in the ring, take this guy for example.

Ben points to Jamie Staggs, standing eating a dish of nachos, the cheese dripping from his fingers.

Ben: This bloke, I worked with in the group known as NXT. Jamie was always the prankster of the place, I think he still is.

A member of the SCW production team walks past and Jamie runs his cheese covered fingers down his back, causing him to turn around. Jamie gives him a casually wave.

Ben: Yeah, defo still the Jamie Staggs I knew and pissed myself laughing around constantly. There is never a dull moment when this guy is around. I think that's what made the New XTremes fun. The personalities. Take him for example.

Ben walks over to Aleksei Koji, taping him on the back as he sways against the way.

Ben: Now when me and Mickey joined NXT, this was the fella put in charge of looking after us, making sure we didn't get ourselves in trouble. Problem was, we was all alike, loved a drink and a party so Aleksei didn't know what hit him. Instead of having two fella's he could mentor, he had two fella's who could drink as much as he could. They were fun times. Well, the times I could remember.

Ben continues to walk, seeing Ethan Brody standing to one side.

Ben: Another of my bad arse NXT boys. He and his partner wasn't called Guns For Hire for nothing. These boys would kick ya nan's arse if you paid them enough. I'm not joking either. Honestly can't wait to see Ethan again, top geezer, would give ya the shirt off his back, but if you gave it back to him wrinkled, he'd strangely ya with it. Don't ask how I know that.

Ben walks in to a big open area, right behind the black curtain that leads to the ring. Ben looks to the ring to see Jordan Williams standing next to the curtain at the bottom of three silver steps. Ben moves towards him, putting his arms around him before stepping back.

Ben: I know he's not here and you're all doing a wicked job at using your imagination. This man is a damn legend that gave me a chance to work with him, to earn from him, to wrestle with him. The geezer is an absolute saint and I learned so much just being around him. Our team might not have lasted but in that short time, the amount of stuff I started to see about what we do, about how we entertain, was proper decent mind blowing stuff. Honestly, I'm absolutely proud to have had this legend in my corner. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm a little bit star struck standing next to him right now, and this is all in your imagination.

Ben walks up the steps, turning around and looking at the backstage area, before continuing.

Ben: I've told ya about my past with some of these geezers, on how some impacted me or how some showed me different parts of wrestling, but it's all about when you get through these.

Ben points to the black curtain with his thumb and turns, walking through it in to a busy arena, every seat taken.

Ben: It's about what you do on the day for these people and win or lose, I'm coming to put on a show. Anyway people, you can stop imagining now.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene changes to Ben sitting on a beach, wearing khaki shorts and a white short sleeved shirt. He looks in the distance where camera flashes go off in the direction of a scantily clad Emma Rose. Ben reaches next to him, lifting a beer up next to his mouth.

Ben: It's an 'ard life, innit?

Ben takes a quick gulp of beer.

Ben: Anyways, I'll see you all on Sunday.

Ben raises the beer in his hand.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben puts his free thumb up and winks at the camera as the scene fades to nothing.

96
Supercard Archives / SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« on: July 11, 2014, 11:05:42 AM »
 Sitting on the door step of his underground home in London England, with Emma Rose, Ben Jordan looks out at the rain falling from the highest level, sheltered by the huge arch that covers his head as the rain drops down. He wraps his hands around a cup of coffee as he looks out at a grassy area before him, watching the wind blow through the blades of green grass.

Ben: Wouldn't believe this is summer, would ya?

As Ben muses to himself, a buzzing in his pocket pulls his attention away from mother nature. He reaches in, pulling out a phone, and quickly seeing the symbol from Twitter.

@CockneyKingBen this half of Bemma is dreaming of white sandy beaches! Detour before the states maybe?

Ben looks down at the message, before looking back up at the murky London sky.

Ben: Couldn't hurt.

Ben looks down at his phone, typing a quick message back.

@SCW_Rose pick ya destination and lets go later.

Hitting the lock button on his phone, Ben puts the phone down next to him. Ben looks at the camera with a smile.

Ben: They'll be a message back, wait for it. I know ya wondering where Emma is.

Ben points down.

Ben: She's in the house but you know how long it takes women to get dressed. Single blokes, it's no urban myth, they take forever to just pick underwear. I'm not kidding. It's like "Will this give me underwear lines.... no but it doesn't match, but if I wear those one, I will get underwear lines". You see where this is going fellas.

The phone buzzes again next to Ben. Ben picks it up and takes a look down on to the screen.

@CockneyKingBen I picked the last two holidays, soooo surprise me! =D

Ben looks back at the camera quickly, a smile on his face.

Ben: So she wants a surprise, eh? Alright, a surprise, big surprise, huge surprise. I know when she typed that, she was expected an island somewhere in the Caribbean.

Ben shakes his head with a wink to the camera as he types back a message to the phone

@SCW_Rose alrighty, start packing and I'll so some searching

Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: Now it looks like I'm gonna do some searching but I'm an inspiration hits kinda guy, but well, if I'm all flying away in a little while, I better do this promo thing now, because I got a shop or two to hit in a little bit.

Ben clears his throat

Ben: Hello my lovely people, we're kicking towards Into The Void III and this one's a little bitter sweet for me if I'm on honest. It's bloody sweet because I get to team with Simon Jones. It's bitter as a lemon though because I know this is Simon's last SCW match. I get the reason Simon is knocking this one on the head, I really do, but I don't have to really like it. Simon leaving SCW is a huge whack to the roster, because the bloke is a proper diamond in and out of the ring. SCW stars look up to Jonesy, and now we're at his last match. I don't like it, but I got a plan.

Ben taps the side of his head.

Ben: See if the match never ends, Jonesy will be in SCW forever. I think I can handle that, all I just gotta do is keep on wrestling, non stop for years to come in this same match and Jonesy stays. I admit, it will be a bit knackering, but Simon Jones is what SCW needs, I'll get on the Red Bull and keep on going like the Duracell bunny.

Ben smiles.

Ben: English peeps will get that one.

Ben puts his thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: In seriousness, Simon has worked his bollocks off, he deserves to put his feet up, but as he's a mate of mine, it's down to me to send him out on a high note, which means a big arse win. I'm talking proper big, balloons, banners, fireworks the lot, so I will be working my bollocks off just to help Jonesy go out the way he deserves to go out. Now I'm not taking this one lightly at all, because I know all about Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin. I know he's a tough bloke, I know he's a fella who has held titles and been put up for bigger things. A lot can read in to the fact that Jerry screwed himself over and fell short. I know a lot see him as a big old let down, disappoint because when he had his chance of getting a top title, he was disappointing and let himself and the fans there, but you don't get a title shot of that level without working for it.

Ben rolls his shoulder back.

Ben: I haven't had that shot, I guess I haven't worked like a tiger to get there or something, but he has, which means there's something about him that means he deserves to be up there. Well deserved to be at the time. It means he was dangerous and anyone that was dangerous, can be dangerous again. Fully aware of you Jerry, but considering you've been in and out lately, booked and all quiet, have you actually been keeping up with me geezer? Still haven't lost a lot around here in all the time I've been here, still happy to wander around and pick up wins here there and everywhere. I show up all the time and I take my chances and this one means a hell of a lot to me because of Jonesy. I got no intention of bulking under the pressure, I have no intending of screwing this one up so I'm gonna be one hundred percent focused at the job in hand and the job in hand is defeating you and your mystery partner.

Ben breathes deeply.

Ben: Don't ya just hate the whole mystery opponent thing? Obviously, if ya a pro, been playing at a top level for a while, you're kinda used to a bit of anything and anyone, but really not a fan of this mystery opponent stuff. Whoever it is, he's just kinda in the way. It doesn't matter if it's someone already here, someone making his debut, someone returning, this is a party that's not gonna be spoiled by mystery man at all.

Ben sharply shakes his head.

Ben: To be fair lads, this match is a little harsh for you guys, because no one really wants to see you win and ruin Jonesy's party, so instantly, before the mystery man gets a chance to get in the ring, he's not gonna be wanted there, he's gonna get booed out of the place, not wanted, just gonna get booed and not cared about.

Ben shrugs his shoulders

Ben: Don't worry though mystery man, at least you're invited to this party rather than sitting at home watching this wicked show online or whatever. You do have a role to play after all here son.

Ben taps his chin.

Ben: You shall be remembered as the man Simon Jones pins in his last match in SCW. Ah, you could have played a blinder here, might not have even been in SCW before and you're gonna be remembered for something! Congrats son, you've hit this one in to the back of the net with ya eyes closed. Must be German or something. You've smashed this from twenty yards, top corner, because now ya gonna be remembered.

Ben stands up, looking deep in to the camera.

Ben: But for the wrong reasons. This one is gonna have an English win written all over it.... I know between the football, cricket and rugby, we don't have a lot to brag about but in wrestling, we're about to flip turn the tide on English sporting fortunes.

Ben flicks the hair from his face.

Ben: Anyways my lovely people, time for me to get me arse out of here, I got a plane to catch.

Ben winks

Ben: And I think I know exactly where to take her.

Ben salutes the camera.

Ben: Laters people!

Here's where the scene fades, but don't worry, we'll be back in a few hours, but to you lot, it will go in seconds.

*******

A private plane sits on the side of a runway at London's City Airport. A black car pulls up close to the shiny white plane. A driver steps out of the car and moves towards the back door of the car. He opens the door and Ben Jordan steps out of the door and holds his hand in, taking Emma's hand and helping her out of the car. The driver shuts the door as soon as Emma's clear and moves to the back of the car, pulling out two suitcases. The camera moves closer to where we can pick up on Ben and Emma's conversation.

Emma: When are you gonna tell me where we're going?

Ben: Lemme check.

Ben looks at his watch, tilting his head as if he's in thought. He looks back at Emma with a smile.

Ben: Well looking at my watch and calculating so many factors, I'm thinking twenty minutes after we land in...

Ben stops talking.

Emma: In where?

Ben: The place that we're going of course darling.

Emma rolls her eyes as Ben puts his arm around his redheaded Kiwi.

Emma: What' the mystery?

Ben: No mystery my dear Watson, you told me I could pick where we're going, so that's what I'm doing. You didn't say I could pick and then had to tell you where we was going.

Emma huffs as she places her hands on her hips, causing Ben to smile. He turns to the driver, who places the bags next to Ben. Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a twenty pound note and hands it to the man. The man nods and steps away from the couple.

Ben: Cheers mate.

Ben walks towards the cockpit window, yelling up.

Ben: Oi Captain, open the door, looks like it's gonna piss down out here.

The window slides open and a man sticks his head out, looking down at Ben.

Ben: Come on Steve, just bumped in to a brass monkey, crying it's eyes out. Freezing son.

Steve: Sorry Ben.

Captain Steve's head disappears inside the plane and the sounds of mechanical wheels start to turns as the door at the side of the plane starts to lower slowly. The door rests gently on the tarmac, revealing built in steps. Ben points to the door as he looks at Emma.

Ben: Ladies first.

Emma looks at Ben and back to the door. She starts to walk up the stairs as Ben picks up both suitcases and moves towards the step. He looks up as Emma reaches the top of the steps and Ben smiles.

Ben: Beautiful view from down here.

Emma turns and smiles at Ben before disappearing in to the plane. Ben puts the suitcases in the plane and steps up the steps. He shuffles them in to the plane and looks towards the open door of the cockpit, giving the watching Steve a nod. Steve turns back to the controls and Ben move the suitcases, lifting them with his arm and moving towards the rear of the plane, towards a locker. Ben puts the cases by the locker and reaches up and opens the door. He slides the cases in to the locker with his legs and slams the door behind him. The plane door starts to move up, shutting off the plane and locking in position. Ben moves towards Emma, sitting at a table seat, her back towards the cockpit. In front of her sits a magazine. Ben slides in to the seat opposite. The stewardess walks along with a smile on her face and stops next to them.

Stewardess: Can I get you a drink?

Ben looks up.

Ben: A bottle of champagne please love.

The stewardess nods and moves away. Emma looks up at Ben with a curious look on her face.

Emma: Are we celebrating, Ben?

Ben smiles towards the love of his life.

Ben: Not yet, but we might be soon, so we might as well get in early darling.

Emma fires a look to Ben, but before she says anything, the pilot, Steve appears.

Steve: Ben, Emma, just thought I'd tell you that we're expecting a nice smooth flight once we get above these clouds. It should be all clear sailing so to speak, all the way to Faro airport.

Ben closes his eyes, moving his hands up to cover his face as Emma give Ben the look of "ah ha!". Steve looks at Ben.

Steve: Did I say something wrong?

Ben: Emma didn't know where we was going.

Steve: Oh, right, ummmm, yeah, ugh, this plane isn't gonna fly itself.

Steve walks away, moving towards the cockpit as the stewardess returns with a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. Ben looks up at her.

Ben: Might wanna keep the booze coming love, anything ya want, dealers choice.

The stewardess nods and walks away. Ben looks at a smiling Emma.

Emma: So Faro, eh?

Ben: Yeah, Portugal. I used to go there all the time. Nice beaches, friendly people, it's great for a nice little getaway.

Emma nods in agreement.

Emma: I haven't been there before.

Ben: See, it's gonna be perfect.

Ben smiles at Emma as she squeezes his hand and returns to her magazine. Ben looks down the aisle at Steve who winks at Ben. Ben puts a sly thumb up, down the side of his body and out of view of Emma,  towards Steve with a smile. Steve turns around as the engines start to hum.

What was all that thumbs up and winking about? What is this clever... or sneaky cockney up to? I think you know the drill by now, go watch Emma's promo.

97
Climax Control Archives / Doubts...
« on: June 27, 2014, 12:29:45 PM »
 Ben Jordan's face appears on the screen.

Ben: Never had a big ol' problem with travel and all that stuff, been here, there and everywhere, but the first time my arse has been in Arizona. Let me tell ya, it's a bit toasty in this gaff.

Ben shortly shakes his head.

Ben: Anyway people, I'm getting a little bit off track here. I think Emz is on to me a little bit. You must follow me on Twitter, right? Well me redheaded angel is saying I've got something I'm not telling her. She's right.

Ben puts both hands up.

Ben: Whoa, hold ya horses, it's nothing relationshippy or anything like that. It's this poxy match. Anyways, time I came clean I reckon.

Ben leans back, showing his settings around him. Ben is sitting at a swimming pool, his feet hanging in the water as people swim around him. Ben leans back, placing his hands flat on the titles beneath him. The sounds of wolf whistles can be heard in the background, and a smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Don't even have to turn around, you just know who it is.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Happens more than you can imagine.

Ben turns his head around to see Emma Rose walking towards him, a tight and tiny white bikini covering her body as people stop and stare at the redheaded beauty making her way towards Ben. She reaches behind Ben, leaning down and putting her hands on Ben's shoulders, softly squeezing in to his muscles.

Ben: Darling, how about you take a seat here with me?

Ben taps his hand to his right, tapping the tiles next to him. Emma moves to his side, taking a seat and dipping her shapely legs in to the water. She wraps her fingers around Ben, looking at him.

Emma: So, are you gonna tell me what's going on?

Ben looks at Emma, a smile creeping across his lips.

Ben: Well you don't beat around the bush, do ya?

Emma: Not when I know something is up, Benny bear. You said yourself that you was off form. I know you're planning something.

Ben turns away from Emma, looking at the cool blue water below him.

Ben: I'm not planning anything darling. It's just...

Ben pauses for a second, breathing deeply slowly, before exhaling sharply. Emma puts her hand on Ben's shoulder.

Emma: What is it?

Ben nervously runs his left hand behind the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair.

Emma: Spit it out.

Another sigh escapes from Ben's lips.

Ben: It's this match Emz, this match on the next show. SCW has me actually confused right now. Not once have I been in a roulette match, I was never a roulette wrestler, and now, I'm fighting in a roulette match.

Emma presses her lips together, trying hard not to smile at Ben and take his concerns seriously.

Emma: That's what you're worried about?

Ben slowly nods, still not looking towards Emma.

Ben: Yeah, I mean, the most roulette thing I ever did was back in ACW, when I had a cage match with Casey Williams.

Emma: And won the ACW World championship in that match.

Emma's reminder brings a smile to Ben's face briefly.

Ben: Yeah but there's a whole world of difference between knowing you're gonna have a cage match, and what you could get in a roulette match. See, a cage match, you watch some classic ones, you get in the cage and get comfortable with it. In an SCW roulette rules match, it could be anything. You've seen how screwed up these bloody matches go.

Emma: Well, Bombshell Roulette champion here....

Ben turns to look at Emma.

Ben: Because you can kick serious arse in that division. Beneath the photo shoots, the make up, the smiles and the amazing Bristols there.

Ben flicks a finger towards Emma's chest.

Ben: You're actually pretty damn bad arse.

A smiles crosses Emma's face as Ben turns away, looking back in to the water.

Emma: Thank you, but remember, they're just chairs and stuff, nothing that will hurt you forever. You just take the bumps and get back up.

Ben turns to Emma with a curious look on his face, but the look turns in to a wide smile.

Ben: Oh I bet I know what you thought.

Emma blinks her eyes rapidly as she looks at Ben, the look of confusion crossing her face.

Ben: You thought I was worried about chairs and getting hurt.

A confused tone comes from beyond Emma's lips.

Emma: You mean you're not worried about that?

Ben smiles as he shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, don't be daft, I'm worried about that poxy wheel landing on a mud match, or a skin to win bollocks match, with Jamie Dean as the referee!

Emma: Oh Ben!

Emma pushes Ben in the shoulder, turning her head away from him as a wider smile crosses Ben's face. He taps Emma on the shoulder, but Emma shakes her head.

Ben: Chairs and stuff like that is part of the game darling, but that bloody wheel has a lot of weird, crazy shit on. It's like a sign from above really. You put the sexual monster that is Jamie Dean in as a referee, and it's bounce to land on something degrading.

Emma turns back to Ben, a very unimpressed look on her face.

Emma: Just cause Jamie is involved, doesn't mean there's more chance of it landing on something degrading Ben. You know how this works, I've told you how it works. We don't know what match type it will be until just before the match.

Ben: I bet this one will involve me ending up in me pants. I can just sense it.

Emma reaches over, grabbing on to the top of Ben's leg and softly digging her manicured nails in to the muscle.

Emma: Nothing wrong with that.

Emma bites her lower lip, giving Ben a playful wink.

Ben: When Jamie isn't in the room, I'd strut around in me pants for the sake of it.

Emma: Not so long ago, you'd strut around in your pants for the sake of it in public, after a few beers.

Ben looks up at the sky as if he's reminiscing.

Ben: Ah, the classic roadrunner boxers. Meep meep.

Ben turns back to Emma.

Ben: Truth is darling, when I started wrestling, it was because I liked the classic style. I liked the whole hero Vs villain thing, I liked the proper storytelling, I liked all those great tag teams that would go out there and wrestle their arses off for the fans, so when I decided to do this stuff, I found a trainer who reflected that. I looked at trainer after trainer and found Chett Hawkins, Hangman himself and I bugged the fuck outta him to train me, because he was a wrestling tough guy, a solid solo star and a great tag team wrestler. He didn't mind beating people with chairs, but didn't need a fantasy match and end up covered in mud or end up damn near stark bollock naked to get over.

Ben breathes deeply.

Ben: Just the way I'm built my love.

Emma kisses Ben on the cheek, running her fingers over the top of his hair.

Emma: Chances are it won't land on something like that anyway. I don't think I've seen a skin to win match here.

Ben: I hope not, cause I don't wanna see Holly Wood's nut sack. Be my luck to strip the geezer and it'll fall out.

Emma laughs softly as she look at Ben.

Emma: I hope it's a swimming pool match.

Ben: Why?

Emma: Cause you look good wet.

Emma puts her hand behind Ben, catching the Cockney off guard and pushes him in to the pool! Ben goes under water as Emma laughs. Ben appears after a few seconds, pushing his hands over the top of his head and squeezing the water out of his hair. He looks up at the laughing Emma.

Ben: Shoulda saw that coming.

Emma nods and smiles at Ben.

Ben: Remember, pay back and all that.

Before Emma can move, Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes.

Ben: Never thought I'd be cutting this promo from a pool, but I've done them in worse places I guess.

Ben shakes his head, letting the water drip from his face.

Ben: Well you all get to see a lovely debut of sorts this week people. I actually make a roulette debut. Never done this malarkey before so it should be interesting. This match pretty much has it all really. You have the Bombshell Roulette champion, a cute ol' Cockney geezer, a legit supermodel with a face like a slapped arse, a geezer who puts on make up and tucks his junk in to places it shouldn't actually go, and a bloke who enjoys watching other blokes wrestle in jelly.

Ben looks up at the sky.

Ben: Think I covered it all there. Never thought I'd say all that but we are a Vegas based place. I know I've been me own worst enemy with think one, little bits of doubt here and there creeping in to me dome, but end of the day, I still wanna win the thing. I've had single matches, I've had tag matches, I've had mixed tag, triple threats, you name it, I've done it and you know looking back, for a fella who's never had a title shot at any belt in SCW, I haven't lost that many. Now in me first Roulette match, I don't really wanna lose that either.

Ben starts to wade through the water, trying to get to the edge of the pool.

Ben: Now I know me lady is gonna deal with Veronica Taylor, not an issue there, so I gotta focus on Holly Wood. We all know Sin City loves a controversial character. We all know that people don't like facing controversial characters, but let me tell you something geezer - The fear fades when ya been in a ring with our referee for the night. Trust me on that, nothing gets weirder than facing Jamie Dean. Doesn't matter if it looks like I'm hitting a bird, because we know ya got more than the average bird between ya pegs. I will be looking at you as just any normal opponent. I will look at ya as another one in the way.

Ben gets to the side of the pool, putting his hands on the side and pulling himself up next to Emma, swinging round and taking a seat.

Ben: This match mean a lot to my baby here and I know only a win will put a smile on that gorgeous face of hers so trust me when I say, I'm gonna give her what she wants.

Ben lifts Emma's arm over his shoulder and stands up, cradling Emma in his arms.

Ben: It doesn't matter who this match was against, I was always gonna work my bollocks off to make sure we was on the winning side, and it just so happens that I'm facing someone who wishes they had no bollocks, is my opponent. I'm sorry Holly mate, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, because we're gonna show ya that you could have all the Mean Girl support in the world, but it means nothing, because Sunday night belongs to Team Bemma.

Ben edges closer to the water

Ben: Anyways, gotta go. Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene unfreezes. Emma shakes her head before looking down and seeing the water. She looks towards Ben.

Emma: You did the finger clicky thing again, didn't you?

Ben: Yep, and now...

Ben stands on the edge of the pool, a wide smile on his face.

Ben: CANNONBALL!!!

Ben leaps off the side of the pool with Emma in his arms as the scene fades out.

98
Climax Control Archives / World Cup Fever
« on: June 12, 2014, 08:22:42 AM »
 The sound of a hammer hitting a wall is heard as we fade in to the home of Ben Jordan and Emma Rose - The Las Vegas home - Talk about bad timing on booking with the World Cup coming up, so yeah, Vegas, not London.

The scene starts in the kitchen. Emma Rose sits at a large wooden table. Her fingers wrapped loosely around a cup as she stares in to the liquid inside. The hammering continues from a room coming off the kitchen, but Emma's eyes drift around the kitchen, her mind clearly in thought and blocking out all the sounds from the outside world. A huge thump from the other room snaps Emma out of her trance and the redheaded Kiwi sits up straight in her chair as the hammering from the other room continues to thump through the house.

Emma: What is going on in there?

Emma removes her fingers from the cup, pushing back the chair with her legs as she stands up straight. She turns around, moving the chair back in place as she moves past it and through the door behind her. She looks around the room as workers move around the living room, carrying tools towards their destination. She looks up to see Ben, notepad and pencil in hand, standing in the middle of this scene of chaos. Ben sketches something on the notepad as Emma approaches him from behind. She taps him on the shoulder.

Ben: Yeah, with ya in just a sec geezer, just writing a plan here for when the other stuff gets here.

Emma clears her throat, looking towards Ben.

Emma: What other stuff Benny Bear?

Ben looks up, a smile on his face.

Ben: Cor, that's the sexiest workman's voice I've ever heard. If the missus wasn't in the house, we could have fun.

Ben turns around, a cheeky smile on his face.

Ben: Hello baby, didn't see you there.

Emma grabs Ben's arm, twisting it with a pinch and looking at him.

Emma: Ben, what the hell is going on in here?

Emma puts her hands on her hips, looking at Ben with a stern look on her face.

Emma: Why is there two guys over there standing up ladders?

Ben turns his head around, looking at the two men Emma is referring to and looks back at Emma.

Ben: Well darling, they're up those ladders right? To make sure the sheet for the big projector is straight, cause that's where they're about to hang it up. It's gotta be straight or it will look like the pitch it wonky and we can't have a wonky pitch during the World Cup darling.

Emma: What projector Ben?

Ben: The one that's gonna go up there.

Ben points above his head.

Ben: Then it's gonna point at the screen and give us every World Cup game on a bigger, more focused picture. It's gonna look so good, you're gonna see the sweat fall off of Rooney's big Shrek like mush.

Emma: Ben! This is our living room!

Ben puts his hand on Emma's shoulder.

Ben: And it still will be, between games.

Emma pushes Ben's hand away from her shoulder as a knock on the door is heard. Ben calls out towards the door.

Ben: Come on in, it's open.

Three women walk in the room, carrying things under their arms, looking like cardboard cut outs, flags and banners.

Ben: Ah, blinding, you must be my decorating crew. You ladies just crack on and hang those flags and banners everywhere. Did you get the cut out?

One of the women hands Ben a cardboard cut out of someone. Ben admires it up and down.

Ben: Just what we need.

Emma: What the...

Ben: Sorry baby, lemme introduce you to someone. Emz this is David, David, this is the missus, Emma.

Ben turns the cut out around to show it as former England captain, and now general celebrity, David Beckham. Emma rolls her eyes at Ben.

Emma: How old are you again?

Ben: Old enough to know that this man is a legend of English football, it's only fitting that he be here during the World Cup.

Emma: You didn't wanna invite the real one?

Ben scratches the side of his head.

Ben: It's the World Cup baby, the real one is pretty busy at this time of the year, too busy to come and hang out with me and they boys to watch England play.

Emma: The boys?

Another knock on the door distracts Ben.

Ben: Just a second baby.

Ben leans down and kisses an unimpressed Emma on the top of the head.

Ben: Come on in.

A man walks through the door, wheeling in a huge fridge, standing at least six foot tall - the fridge, not the man.

Man: Where do you want this?

Ben looks down at the paper in his hand before looking back at the man. He points to a wall on the side of the room.

Ben: Just over there geez.

Man: Thanks. I will get the other one when I'm done with this one.

Ben: Cheers pal.

Emma's eyes widen and she puts her hands on the side of Ben's face, pulling his face to face hers. She looks deep in to his eyes.

Emma: Other one?

Emma squashes Ben's face. Ben speaks through his squashed lips.

Ben: Baby, fish lips is not a good look for me.

Emma moves her hands away from Ben's face, placing her hands firmly on her hips, looking up at Ben very sternly.

Ben: As I said, I got the boys coming over, we needed fridges in the living room to handle the amount of beer that will be drunk that day. You see, us English as you know, we love a bit of football, we love a bit of beer with the football, we love to sit and drink beer, while watching the football and calling the referee a wanker. We don't like missing football to get beer, so I got a couple of fridges here, near the projector, so that we can get up and get beer without missing the game.

A sarcastic tone fills Emma's voice as she looks away from Ben.

Emma: I'm surprised you didn't just hire butlers.

Ben curls the left side of his lip down, a curious look crosses his face.

Ben: Why didn't I think of that?

Emma turns her head back to Ben.

Emma: Because you decided to ruin our living room instead with projectors and big screens.

Ben slowly nods his head, but quickly shakes it, not exactly hearing Emma's words.

Ben: Nah, that's not what men do with football, we go and get the beer ourselves, don't have anyone bringing it to us unless we're in the pub and people have to bring it to you because those are the rules of the pub.

Emma: Ben, are you even listening to me?

Ben: Of course. Look, this will all get sorted soon.

Another knock on the door pulls Ben's attentions away from Emma.

Ben: Come in!

Two men walk in, carrying a sofa between them. Ben quickly looks down at the paper in his hand and points to another part of the room.

Ben: Just leave it over there gents.

The man at the back nods and Ben turns his attention back to Emma.

Emma: Don't tell me, two new sofas?

Ben: Erm, yeah, two new sofas after that one.

Emma: Three new sofas?!?!?! Benjamin, I do not swear very often, but you're getting me close.

A cheeky smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Getting you close, eh? Where have I heard that before?

Emma pushes Ben in the chest.

Emma: This is not a time for jokes Ben. Our living room looks like a bomb has gone off in it. You've done all this without even mentioning it to me. You keep saying the boys are coming round, but who are the boys?

Ben rubs his chin, looking down at Emma. He moves his hand to her shoulder and tilts his head, as if he's thinking.

Ben: Well there's Hot Stuff, Gabriel, I got a text from Jason Adams this morning, he'll be here if he can find the place. Jonesy is gonna try put in an appearance, Giani and some of his crew will be here, Spike is coming and seeing if NXT fancy it. Plus Mickey might put in an appearance, depending on how our alcohol fueled peace talks go. Anyone else who's up for it, can come here too.

Emma's eyes widen as she slowly shakes her head, this angry side rarely seen from SCW's Bombshell Roulette champion.

Emma: Are you out of your mind Ben? What if Steve Ramone turns up? Him and Gabriel are likely to wreck the house! You've invited people in to our home, who I don't like and don't trust! You're allowing people in to the place we call ours, for a stupid game, when they can destroy everything!

Emma turns her back on Ben, but Ben drops the paper and pen to the floor. He reaches behind Emma and puts his hands on her shoulders, moving his body close behind her and whispering in her ear.

Ben: Do you really think I would do this, if I didn't think it was safe? Everyone knows that this is about the football, not wrestling, this is about the beautiful game, and relaxing. Most of us have to work the day after anyway, so it will be football, a few beers, people will go home because we all have Climax Control on Sunday.

Emma sighs deeply

Emma: And what do you plan on doing about that on the wall?

The camera turns around to see a painting on the wall of Ben and Emma. Ben stands slightly to the side of Emma in the painting, both naked, but Ben's leg in front of Emma's front and arm around her upper body, covering Emma's modesty. Ben scratches his head, looking at the painting.

Ben: Probably get the piss ripped out of me forever.

Emma spins around, looking at Ben.

Emma: Wait, did you say Saturday?

Another distracting knock causes Ben to turn his attention towards the door way.

Ben: It's open.

Two men with trolleys stacked up with cases of beer walk in to the view of the camera.

Delivery guy: Other cases, liquor, wine and the two kegs are on the truck.

Ben: Nice one geez, if you just leave them in the corner right there, I'll sort them out later.

The men turn the trolleys towards where Ben nodded his head.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: It's only three cases of Fosters, two Carlsbergs, three Buds, two Guinness, a case of John Smith's bitter, a case of Magners cider, few bottles of red and white wine in case birds turn up, and a few top shelve things. Plus some soft drinks for anyone who don't get the old football and booze thing.

Emma: Not that, but that's a lot there. No ice though.

Ben: Shit, knew I'd forget something but don't worry, will fix that.

Emma: Ben, did you say this thing is on Saturday?

Ben: Yes baby.

Emma takes a step back, looking at Ben.

Ben: What?

Emma: You've arranged all this for Saturday?

Ben: Right.

Emma: You've forgotten, haven't you?

Ben looks blank, but Emma huffs.

Emma: Forget it Ben! Oh wait, you have already.

Emma storms out of the room, leaving Ben confused.

Ben: It's not her birthday.... not my birthday... it's not....

Ben's face drops.

Ben: Ah shit!

Ben moves in the same direction that Emma went as the scene fades out.

What did Ben forget? What has turned Emma from a ray of sunshine to what we've just seen? You know what I'm gonna say, right? You gotta wait and see when Emma's promo hits the air!



A little later, Ben sits down on the new sofa, people still rushing around him as they get things in to place. Ben sighs deeply as he looks slowly around the room.

Ben: Can't think with all this noise going on around me.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes, everyone stays perfectly still.

Ben: Been a while since I've done that, eh?

Ben leans back on the sofa, looking in to the camera.

Ben: I suppose we better get to talking about a certain little SCW match I have coming up and forget the footy for a while, right?

Ben nods his head firmly.

Ben: I've been in a few teams in my life, especially since my feet hit the ground in SCW. I've teamed with Mickey Carroll, Jordan Williams and even the champ himself, Simon Jones on a couple of occasions and on Sunday, back in the tag team division, teaming with Thomas Knight.

He swings around, putting his feet up on the sofa.

Ben: I'm a team player, I don't mind doing the tag team thing. Tag teams are under rated as it goes. I mean there's been some cracking teams in the past, cracking teams in SCW's history, Sinful Obsession and Blood Omen just to name a couple. Those two teams had amazing amounts of credibility and I'm looking for the same in a way. Since I got here with a big reputation, it's no secret that thing ain't exactly taken off in the way I wanted them to, and this tag thing is the match to my petrol and it's time to light things up and kick start this SCW career.

Ben flicks his hair back from his forehead.

Ben: And this is the way to do it. Tommy and I are taking on another lethal lottery team in the form of Jeremiah Hardin and Eric Steel.... Steel without an E on the end.... that's for the guy who writes the preview. This is a little challenge because these two fella's haven't been seen a lot of late, so it's like stepping in to the unknown.

Ben: I know Hardin has been on the roster a bit, but seemed a bit quiet, and Eric is just returning, so it's unknown there. I wasn't in SCW when Eric was around, but the geezer seems alright. It's a big night for Eric, he comes back to SCW after months out and he wants to make a huge impact on things, he wants to come on out there and show that he can do this, that he still has something there to make the people sit up and listen, to make them pay to see you, but that's exactly what I wanna do. I wanna physically drag tag team wrestling in to the new ages and to do that, I have to get past you in a little bit of style and I think I got that in me. This match is all about proving something. Me and Tommy boy have gotta prove we deserve to be in that ring, Hardin needs to prove why he has a roster spot when he has done nothing but quiet, but Mr Steel has more to prove than most. He has to prove why he was brought back. Sorry Eric mate, I don't think that's gonna happen.

Ben spins his feet back around, planting them on the floor.

Ben: Then the quiet one, Jeremiah Hardin. Gotta level with ya geezer, not sure why you're actually still about when there's so many people dying for an SCW contract and you sit there all quiet. You do have a hell of a lot to prove here in this match but the thing is Jerry, it's not gonna happen in this match, because it's time for me to get me foot on the ladder again and start to climb. It's my time to jump on up and go do something worth while. I gotta level with ya Jerry, you seem like a bit of a bottle job. It wasn't too long ago, you was given a heavyweight title match and no one heard a word from ya. Come on, who gets a title shot at the biggest title in our business and bottles it? Come on Jerry, I thought you was better than that.

Ben shakes his head.

Ben: This is redemption for you two, but this is my chance, this is Tommo's chance to step on up, and I dunno about him, but I ain't letting you people down. I am coming to win, and I will do just that. This is a chance for us to be noticed. We're gonna take it.

Ben stands up.

Ben: Anyway, It's time to let you crack on with what you're doing people and I gotta go and make some stuff up to Emz, so you lot have a good 'un, and I will see you all in that ring on Sunday.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Laters people!

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene unfreezes and the people working on the living room, start to move, getting back to work.

99
Climax Control Archives / Moving forward
« on: May 09, 2014, 05:11:51 AM »
 Madagascar.... yes people, it's a real place. It's not just a movie, it's real.

Ben Jordan sits on porch of The four star Tsara Komba Lodge luxury holiday home, rented for this leg of the tour.

Ben: Being in charge of booking mine and Emz travel stuff has been pretty bloody handy. You wanna show a bird you mean business, you show her the best ya can, ya know people?

Ben sits in a wicker chair, a laptop in front of him on a small table. The moonlight falls down on the vast ocean in front of him.

Ben: Probably wondering why it's another night time, evening promo but here's the thing. Over here in Africa, time isn't much different from the UK, it's about an hour in front, and that's about it, but considering I spend a lot of time all over the place, my sleep is proper messed up, so I sleep when I want. It's not like I'm booked a lot. Not like I really do a lot, so getting up to film a promo like this is pretty bloody rare. That's why me and the missus end up being public with tweets, for two people who love to spend a lot of time with each other, both sleeping at random times is a bit of a bitch. Anyway, excuse me for a second would ya?

Ben taps away on the laptop in front of him.

Ben: I've learned a lot while I've been here. Mostly about how lucky some people really are and simply don't know it. Everyone pisses off to their posh gaffs with central heating and running water and forget the rest of the world. They forget all the stuff going on elsewhere in the world and live in their own little bubble. Some might, not me. Check this.

Ben waves his hand towards the camera, beckoning it close. The camera turns around to the laptop to show the wiki page of Madagascar.

Ben: Yeah, yeah, wiki, I know, but look at that. Ninety percent of the country live on two dollars a day. How stupid is that when people in America, England, all over the place spend more on a cup of coffee at Starbucks? Girl Scout cookies cost more per box then these people get to live on.

Ben shakes his head, looking at the screen.

Ben: Cigarettes, alcohol, things wrestlers use to relax after getting walloped in the ring, all cost more than what these guys live on.

Ben looks up at the camera.

Ben: Make ya feel proud, eh?

Ben slowly shakes his head at the screen.

Ben: Christian, Mark, Erik, take my match fee this week and find a charity out here that deserves it, would ya? What you're paying me will help go a long bloody way out here. A lot longer than it will go in America.

Ben closes the lid on the laptop and looks at the camera.

Ben: Well, while I got you here, I might as well talk about the match. I know I was a bit of a replacement. I'm fine with that, because this is actually quite an interesting opponent for me. It's a guy I've sat and watched since his debut, with a little bit of interest if I'm honest. Now I've never been a massive fan of "throw myself around the ring, hurt myself to get cheers" style of wrestling. I've never been an overly massive fan of the limit pushing that a lot do. I prefer the old school style of wrestling, the style that used to have the heroes and villains over the people who whack each other senseless with chairs, but my opponent is that style, and part of me respects that, the other part of me thinks he's bloody loopy.

Ben lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Sorry bout that, never can tell when the urge will kick in to sleep. Michael Hardy, now this is a geezer willing to put his bollocks on the line for a title, any title, Bombshell title if he could convince the powers that be, that he's a bird. This fella feels the need to have a bit of gold to define him. Michael, mate, let me give you some advice me ol' mucker. Gold does not define the man, the man defines the gold. You don't need title belts around ya to know ya something special. If that was the case, believe me when I say I would have come to SCW after being a triple crown ACW champion, and gone for everything. People already know who I am without the belt around my body. People actually send angry tweets that I am not on TV as much as I used to be. I can make a name for myself without having a belt around my waist and so could you geezer. You could be known as the enigma, not a champion, and people will still remember who you are and what you've done.

Ben puts his elbow on the table.

Ben: I do it for entertainment, and it's pretty clear who we're gonna be entertaining in the ring on Sunday. People with a bit of cash to burn, or people who are spending a lot of what they've saved up, just to see us put on a hell of a show. Are we gonna let them down Michael? Are you gonna bring a B game to this one? Cause I'm not mate. These people in these poor countries spend an arm and a leg to see us, when they don't have that kinda wonga. It's our job to give them the best damn show they could ask for. It's our job to show them just what we can do.

Ben nods firmly.

Ben: It's our duty to give them their money's worth Michael. We have to, so are you gonna bring everything you have for the fans, or not?

Ben yawns again.

Ben: Now me Michael, I have every single intention in the world to bring everything I can to this match, everything because that's what the fans are paying to see. They wanna see the best, and I'm gonna give them that, but this will pose a slight problem for you Michael. My best is pretty bloody good, I mean seriously decent stuff. Being at my best helped me gain more than a few career highlights, it has made me become very well known and I'm a little worried after your last showing that you won't be able to keep up.

Ben holds his hand up straight.

Ben: I know, I know, you won your match, but sorry mate, CrasH was pretty amazing in that one, and is getting a lot of praise for that match. Gonna say it now, CrasH is a future Heavyweight champ, being the first to say that one.

Ben puts his hand back down.

Ben: Back to my original point here. I think Hardy got a little out shone by his partner last week and it worries me that I will be giving it my all and Michael, you won't be able to keep up. You need to Michael or you don't really stand much of a chance in this one. You need to be able to keep up in the ring with me or you might as well get down to South Africa early and give this match a bit of a swerve. I've done well lately, not too many loses on the record, and I don't really fancy a loss against you. No offense geezer, but I am an absolute diamond when I win, and not so nice when I lose and I'm looking at being nice this week, I'm looking for the win and you're just unlucky you got me as an opponent this week, cause that puts you in a bit of trouble. Coming to win my old son, coming to win.

Ben covers his mouth, covering another yawn.

Ben: Looks like that's me lot for now. I'll see ya Sunday Michael, bring everything you got, yeah?

Ben picks up the laptop.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben walks in to the holiday home as the camera fades.



Six hours later. Ben paces up and down in the living room area of the holiday home, his phone in his hand as he paces. He looks down on the phone.

Ben: C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

Ben runs his hand through his hair, nervous looking as he stands dressed in beige khaki shorts and a buttoned up short sleeved white shirt. On his feet, a pair of flip flops causes the wooden boards to creak underneath as he steps forward before turning around. His eyes stay on the phone, not noticing Emma Rose standing at a doorway, watching Ben as he paces nervously. Emma moves behind Ben as he turns around, wrapping her arms around his waist. Ben jumps in the air, spinning around to see Emma.

Ben: Bloody hell darling, nearly just jumped out of me skin.

Emma move her head back, looking up at Ben as he puts his hands on her shoulders.

Emma: Are you ok? You've been jumping around like a flea since you got out of bed.

Ben swallows hard, wiping his forehead.

Ben: Yeah, I'm just...

Ben starts to fumble for his words.

Ben: You know.

Emma places her hands on Ben chest.

Emma: No Ben, I don't know. What's going on?

Ben: It's like this baby. I'm waiting on this call, right? It's a call that could change everything, proper everything, yeah?

Emma scratches her head, her eyes narrowed, burning in to Ben's eye.

Emma: What the hell are you talking about?

Ben: I'm telling ya, I'm telling ya, relax will ya?

Ben moves away from Emma, pacing up and down, looking for the right words. He takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand and spins back to face Emma with his forefinger pointed towards Emma.

Ben: I did something a while ago, a little while ago, two, maybe three months, it could have been four months, no three, definitely three.

Emma: Ben!

Emma's voice raises, causing Ben to stop pointing his finger towards Emma.

Emma: Will you just tell me already?

Ben: Ok, ok.

Ben takes another deep breath as he looks towards his redheaded princess. He exhales a long breath and looks at Emma. Moving towards her, her places a hand on her shoulder.

Ben: I went and bo....

Before Ben can continue, the phone in his other hand starts to ring.

Ben: Hold that thought baby.

Ben puts his finger up towards Emma and strolls away from her, leaving her cross armed across the room. Ben hits the button on the front of the phone, raising it up to his ear.

Ben: Ben Jordan here.

...Pause...

Ben: Great to hear from ya, how's tricks?

...Pause...

Ben: Brilliant. So what's the news?

...Pause...

Ben: End of the month? Yeah, won't be a problem. What I'll do is get a transfer to you in the next couple of hours, and you can tie up the loose ends and stuff and I'll fly back for a few days next week and sign the contracts. Just to be sure, it's a done deal, right? They've signed and you have that in your possession?

...Pause...

Ben: Brilliant news, I'll see you next week.

Ben hits the button on the phone, placing it down at a nearby sideboard and turns to Emma.

Emma: Well, what was all that about?

Ben clinches his fists together.

Ben: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH! RESULT!

Emma bites her lower lip, looking at Ben as he runs towards her. Ben lifts her off her feet, and Emma wraps her arms around Ben's neck and legs around his waist. He spins her around and an uncontrollable smile crosses her lips. Ben puts his head next to Emma's, slowly tracing his lips up her shoulder and on to her neck, gently kissing her. Emma can't help but giggle at Ben's antics as she grips a hold of the back of his head, softly grabbing on his hair.

Emma: Ben! Put me down! What's going on here!?

Ben places Emma down on to her feet, before putting his hands on her cheeks, and kissing her firmly on the lips, his hands running down to the small of her back, and pulling her body closer. Ben pulls away with a smile on his face.

Ben: Baby. You go on down to the beach just outside there. I'm just gonna grab something and I'll be with you, ok?

Emma: Ummm, ok.

Ben kisses Emma against quickly.

Ben: Love you baby!

Before Emma can say anything to Ben, Ben charges off in the direction on the kitchen. Ben opens the fridge, pulling out a bottle of champagne. He places it on the kitchen work surface before moving across the room. He lifts the top off a chest freezer and pulls out a bucket, filled with ice and shuts the top down.

Ben: What? Plan for everything, just in case.

Ben winks towards the camera as he places the bucket on the work surface next to the bottle and picks it up, and places it in to the ice bucket. Ben spins on his heals and turns to a cupboard above his head. He opens it with his left hand and pulls out two champagne flutes with his right hand. He places his left hand on the cupboard again and pushes it shut and moves back to the ice bucket. Leaning down, Ben wraps his arm around the bucket, picking it up and moving out of the kitchen. He talks to himself and he walks in to the living room.

Ben: You can do this Ben. That call was only phase one, but now we gotta get phase two going or phase one isn't gonna mean a damn thing. Not a thing at all. You can do this, it's nothing different, you're always together anyway, things just change that instead of a few things, everything will just be in one place, no more staying at my place in London. Then it will happen in America too. Be no more rushing off to pick something up from your own gaff, or trying to make time for each other. If she says yes Ben, it will be ok, first that place, then we'll look for something closer to work too, or we can go in to my rented place... STOP!

Ben stops himself from talking and takes a deep breath.

Ben: We gotta get her to say yes to this one first, then we'll worry about. Getting ahead of ourselves a little here. I know your nervous Ben, but we got this. I've done more nervous things than this.

Ben gives himself a reassuring nod and walks through the door. He looks around, seeing Emma in the not too distance. Ben walks towards Emma quickly moving to her side. She lowers her sunglasses and looks towards him as he sits by her side, placing the ice bucket in front of her and puts the bottom of the two glasses a little deeper in the golden sand, keeping them steady. Emma looks down at ice bucket.

Emma: Champagne? Ben, it's still the morning.

She turns her head towards Ben, her shaded eyes looking at Ben as he looks away from Emma.

Ben: Well, I could have some big news

Emma: Are you pregnant Ben?

Ben's head jolts around to a smiling Emma. Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: Behave would ya? Nervous enough as it is.

Emma: Awwww, is Benny scared to ask a girl to the prom? Poor Ben.

Emma smiles once more as taps him on the head, emphasizing her mocking tone.

Ben: Turn it in love. I really do have something important going on in me dome.

Emma: Ok.

Emma's face turns straight as Ben takes a hold of her hand, wrapping both his hands around hers. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes a long deep breath. As he opens his eyes, he turns to Emma.

Ben: Well, remember we've been talking about that underground house, that's really expensive but has a lot of great stuff in it.

Emma: The one we've been joking about?

Ben: Yeah, that one.

Ben moves one of his hands, running it over the back of his neck. He bites his lip nervously for a few seconds before speaking.

Emma: What it about it, Ben?

Ben: Well, I've bought it.

Emma pulls her hand away, moving her head back and lowering her sunglasses to look at Ben.

Emma: You've done what?

Ben: I bought it. That's what the phone call was about. It was my lawyer, paperwork's signed by everyone else involved, just needs my ol' John Hancock on it and it will almost be mine.

Emma: Almost?

Ben: Well that's the other thing. You see, it's paid for, had the money moved to an account a while ago, but I never wanted to have just my name written all over it.

Emma: Ben...

Ben puts his finger on Emma's lips.

Ben: Please darling, let me finish this before I lose me bollocks.

Ben moves his finger away from Emma's mouth.

Ben: We've been together for a while, and we never should have been apart from when we was kids. This should have happened years ago. We should have gone through more highs and lows together. I guess it hit me that I spent so many years away from the woman I always should have been with and I don't want to spend another minute apart really. That place is in England, I know we're elsewhere a lot, but I want that to be our home.

Emma: Our home?

Ben takes both Emma's hands in his and looks at her.

Ben: I love you Emma, I wanna spend as much time as I can with you. That document needs your name on too, because I want us to live together... so, will you move in to our brand new underground house.... with swimming pool in the bedroom?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Is that more commitment I see there, Ben? Well, it's time for a little intermission here. Wanna find out what happens next? Might wanna go watch Emma's promo.

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Climax Control Archives / Hands Off
« on: April 16, 2014, 12:13:00 PM »
  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!

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