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SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« on: July 06, 2014, 09:50:42 PM »
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SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« Reply #1 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.
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SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« Reply #2 on: July 11, 2014, 05:00:12 PM »
 The scene opens to show the interior of Terminal 3 at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, on the morning of Monday 7th July. While numerous travelling passengers can be seen milling around, the camera is focused on one man in particular: sat on a bench, holding a phone to his ear, is Simon Jones; he is wearing dark blue jeans, and a black shirt.

Simon is already partway through a conversation; only his side of the conversation can be heard.

Simon: 'Just make sure that you book the 21st July off work, so that you can be at Into The Void - in fact, thinking about it, you should probably book the 22nd off as well, whilst you're at it...good...well, I had better go, before this call ends up costing me a fortune...if I don't speak to you beforehand, I'll see you in two weeks...thanks, you too...okay, bye.'

Simon takes the phone away from his ear, and taps the screen, to end the call; after putting the phone into the pocket of his jeans, he then leans back against the bench, and gazes towards the ceiling. However, Simon is soon approached, tentatively, by a man that looks to be in his late twenties, who has fair hair; he is wearing black jeans, and a black Drake Green, "Man Of The People" t-shirt.

Man: 'Excuse me, Mr Jones?'

Simon lowers his head, to look in the direction of the voice.

Simon: 'Yes?'

Man: 'I'm sorry to bother you, it's just that, well, as I'm sure you can see, I'm an SCW fan, so I was wondering if you could get a picture with you.'

Simon: 'Yeah, no problem.'

Simon gets up from the bench. As Simon rises to his feet, the yet-to-be-identified man pulls out a phone of his own; Simon stands next to him, and smiles, as the man takes a selfie of the two of them. Having taken the picture, the man then examines his phone; satisfied with the picture, he puts the phone away.

Man: 'Thank you, Mr Jones.'

Simon: 'You're welcome...err...'

Man: 'Kyle.'

The man now identified as Kyle extends his right hand towards Simon, who shakes it.

Simon: 'Okay; you're welcome, Kyle.'

A smile crosses Kyle's face.

Simon: 'And please, call me Simon.'

Kyle: 'Okay.'

Kyle nods his head in acknowledgement.

Kyle: 'So, I'm guessing that you're on your way back to Vegas, then.'

Simon: 'That's right: I'm going back home, firstly to see my wife and daughter, and then to start preparing for Into The Void. How about you - where are you off to?'

Kyle: 'I'm from Vegas, so that's where I'm going, too.'

Simon: 'Did you travel from Vegas to Tempe, so that you could attend Climax Control?'

Again, Kyle nods his head.

Kyle: 'Yup; I wouldn't normally make such an effort, just to attend an episode of Climax Control. But I had to be there last night, to see Drake Green's return to the ring.'

Simon: 'Well, at least you won't have so far to travel for Into The Void, to see Drake try to regain the heavyweight title.'

Kyle replies in an enthusiastic tone.

Kyle: 'I know; I'm looking forward to it already - I'm sure that Drake is going to recapture the title.'

Simon: 'You seem quite certain that Drake is going to win.'

Kyle frowns.

Kyle: 'What's wrong with that? Don't you think that he will win the match - do you think that Gene Banton Junior is going to retain the title?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'No, I'm just saying it's not a foregone conclusion that Drake is going to win. Junior is slippery - like a greased pig. And annoying as he can be, he's also talented - he's the reason my luggage is now a little lighter than it was a month ago.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'But as for Drake, well, he's made more comebacks than Lazarus - and usually, he's done so successfully. So yes, I would make him the favourite to win at Into The Void.'

Hearing this brings another smile to Kyle's face.

Kyle: 'And what about your match at Into The Void, Simon - is this really going to be your last match in SCW?'

Simon: 'Yes, I really am leaving SCW after Into The Void. I won't close the door on a possible return to SCW - but it's not like in two months' time, you're suddenly going to see me wrestling at Summer XXXTreme.'

Kyle: 'I thought you were being genuine, when you made your announcement the other week, it's just that I then heard rumors of you being included in an SCW calendar for next year, which made me have some doubts.'

Simon: 'I can confirm that I am indeed one of twelve men to feature in an SCW calendar for next year; I guess my inclusion in the calendar is simply a reflection of the success that I have had in SCW this year - but it's nothing more than that. Plus, the royalties will come in handy, when I'm no longer wrestling, so I was happy to pose for it.'

Simon scratches the back of his head.'

Simon: 'I think I am right in saying that I'm Mr August. So to justify my place in the calendar, I suppose that I may have to make an appearance in the six-sided ring, at least before the end of next August.'

Kyle: 'Well, I understand that you have non-wrestling related reasons for wanting to leave SCW - but I still think that it will be a shame to see you go; I definitely hope to see you back in an SCW ring by next August, if not sooner.'

Simon smiles.

Simon: 'Thanks.'

Within seconds, the muffled sound of the intro of "I Need a Dollar" by Aloe Blacc can be heard; Simon reaches into the pocket of his jeans.

Simon: 'Sorry - I've got to answer this.'

Kyle: 'No, of course; I'll leave you to it.'

As Simon answers his phone, he holds out his free hand, which Kyle shakes again, before walking off, to give Simon some privacy.

Simon: 'Hello?'

Simon retakes his seat on the bench, and as he begins another conversation on his phone, the scene fades to black.



The scene opens a few days later, to show the shining marble floors, in the lobby of the Riviera - a hotel and casino on the Las Vegas strip - the front desk of which can be seen in the background. In the foreground of the shot, is Simon Jones, who is dressed in clothes that are very different to his normal apparel: he is wearing a pair of dark blue crushed velvet effect trousers, a matching velvet look jacket with white cuffs, a white cravat with a lace trim, and a pair of glasses that have a black frame.

Simon is stood looking at the camera; he has a glance over his left shoulder, in the direction of the front desk, before turning back to the camera, and beginning to speak.

Simon: 'Please excuse my appearance - the reason for my unusual choice of attire will become apparent later on.'

With his left hand, Simon touches the frame of the glasses.

Simon: 'In a little over a week from now, at Into The Void III, I will participate in my final match before I leave SCW, and take a break from wrestling. If I had been able to choose where I would have my final match in SCW, I probably would have chosen San Diego - a city that has played host to multiple memorable moments during my time in SCW. But if not San Diego, then my next choice would have to have been Las Vegas - the city that is of course the home of Sin City Wrestling, as well as being the city that I have called home for most of this year. And so it is that, a week on Sunday, my final match in SCW will take place on SCW's home turf, at the Gold Coast Hotel and Casino.'

Simon quickly glances either side of him, before looking back at the camera.

Simon: 'The Gold Coast Hotel and Casino is a couple of miles away from where from I am now, at the Riviera - or the "the Riv," as it is known colloquially. The last time that I appeared on camera in a setting of this type, was four months ago, when I was about a mile and a half down the strip from here, at Caesars Palace; on that occasion, I had chosen to use the lobby of Caesars Palace as a striking backdrop for me to stand in front of, while I discussed my semi-final in the Blast from the Past tournament. As for why I have now chosen to situate myself here, well, like the clothes that I am wearing, that will be explained shortly.'

Simon turns slightly to his right, to look at one of the pillars that supports the ceiling.

Simon: 'The Riv isn't quite as luxurious as Caesars Palace - but it will do for me.'

Simon turns back to face the camera.

Simon: 'While the location for my final match in SCW may not be my ideal one, what has been scheduled for the match itself is more along the lines of what I would have chosen - had the decision been mine to make. Admittedly, I would have preferred to be in the main event at Into The Void, defending the heavyweight title - but after the events of a few weeks ago, that ceased to be a possibility. What I have been left with instead though, for my final match, is definitely more than adequate, as I get to once again team with a good friend of mine: The Cockney King, Ben Jordan; Emma Rose reacted to news of the match by stating that it was like her prayers had finally been answered - which is not too dissimilar to how I felt, when I saw the line-up for Into The Void.'

Simon grins.

Simon: 'You see, if I couldn't see out my final few weeks in SCW as the Heavyweight Champion, then I just wanted to be able to enjoy myself. And what better way for me to enjoy myself, than to be put in two matches, in which I get to compete side-by-side with my friends? The first of those two matches came last Sunday, when Roxi Johnson and I paired up once more, to defeat the duo of Jericho Hill and Zuri Justice. Roxi subsequently downplayed her role in the victory - but I couldn't have done it without her; good luck against Delia, Roxi.'

As he continues, Simon's smile remains.

Simon: 'So, from my final match on an episode of Climax Control, it's now on to Into The Void, and what will be my final mach in SCW for the foreseeable future. And having gotten to reprise one tag team last Sunday, I get to reprise another a week on Sunday, when I team with Ben Jordan - hopefully our reunion will be as successful as the one that I had with Roxi. I've previously discussed the effect that, intentional or not, Ben has had on parts of own wrestling career - in particular, from our time in ACW - so I'm going to try to avoid repeating things that I've said in the past. However, I do have something that I would like to thank Ben for - something that I've not previously talked about: I want to thank him for helping me to get a better appreciation for tag team wrestling.'

Simon looks down at the floor momentarily; he then looks back to the camera, and continues.

Simon: 'In the first phase of my wrestling career - the pre-ACW days - I never had much of an interest in tag team matches. Perhaps it was the arrogance of youth, but back then, I was of the opinion that tag team wrestling was for people that weren't good enough to be a success on their own; I guess it was February last year, when my opinion started to change, as that month saw ACW stage a tag team gauntlet match, for the purpose of crowning their first tag team champions. Prior to that match, Ben commented on the ambivalence that some people have for tag team wrestling, stating that he thinks being in a tag team is a great way to win things with your friends. I entered myself into the tag team gauntlet match - although I only did so because I wasn't scheduled to be in any other match on the show; Ben and Mickey Carroll went on to win the match, and five months later, Steve Ramone and I would unsuccessfully challenge them for the titles.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'While it could be argued that I was competing in tag team matches in ACW because I was treading water, in the six-sided ring of SCW there's no doubt that I've really learned to enjoy being involved in tag team wrestling; I've obviously enjoyed the opportunities that I've had to team with Ben, and Roxi - and I have to mention Brandi Shotze, too - but I've even been able to get some satisfaction from teaming with the likes of Kain, and Sean Jackson. Now, I will admit that, those feelings of enjoyment and satisfaction have been aided by what, for me, is a previously unprecedented level of success in tag team wrestling: by my reckoning, I've been on the winning side in each of the last seven tag team matches that I've been involved in - hopefully that number will be extended to eight, with a win at Into the Void against Jeremiah Hardin and his partner. However, the fact that I found myself hoping that my final two matches in SCW would be tag team matches, so that I could share the spotlight in those matches with two of my friends, should show how much my view on tag team wrestling has changed - and how, appropriately enough, it has come to mirror the view of the man that will be my partner at Into The Void: Ben Jordan.'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'Just as an aside, a few moments ago I mentioned that the last time I appeared on camera in somewhere like this, was when I was at Caesars Palace, four months ago; while my forthcoming match will see me have Ben Jordan as my tag team partner, on that occasion, I was discussing a match in which the two of us would be opponents. Having had him as both a partner, and an opponent, it's safe to say that I prefer to have Ben on my side, rather than against me. And not just because he is a mate, but because he is also a bloody good wrestler; whoever it is that Jeremiah Hardin has as his partner at Into The Void, the pair of them are going to have their work cut out, if they're going to stand any chance of being victorious.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'The presence of Jeremiah Hardin, means that there will be three ACW alumni in our match at Into The Void. As he was only there for the final months, some people might forget that Hardin was even in ACW - but he still managed to make something of a positive impression in his brief time there, getting the better of a series of matches that he had with Cyrus King. From what I recall though, while he was in ACW, Hardin never had an opponent of the calibre of, say, an ACW triple crown winner, or a two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion; at Into The Void, he'll find out that beating guys like Cyrus King is one thing, but trying to defeat Ben Jordan and myself is an altogether more difficult challenge.'

Simon smirks slightly.

Simon: 'To be fair to Hardin, and to give him the credit that he deserves, once he arrived in SCW, he did have almost instant success, winning the Roulette Championship - but again, he was only competing against the likes of Cyrus King. If you look at the bombshells, there is little difference in quality between those that are chasing the Bombshell Championship, and those that compete in the roulette division. However, as far as the men are concerned, there is a definite gap in quality between those in the roulette division, and those that are at the top, competing for the Heavyweight Championship - and Jeremiah Hardin is yet to show that he belongs in the latter category. Five months ago, he had the best possible chance to do so, when he was placed in the main event of My Bloody Valentine, with the Heavyweight Championship up for grabs - but instead of flourishing in that scenario, he wilted; Jeremiah, at Into The Void, you'll be up against two men that thrive when the stakes are high - you're about to find yourself facing another uphill task.'

Simon rubs his forehead.

Simon: 'Talking about Jeremiah Hardin, has gotten me thinking about one of the other men that was in the main event of My Bloody Valentine: Max Burke. Like Hardin, Burke is another man who, at the beginning of the year, appeared to have a big twelve months ahead of him - and yet, so far this year, both men have failed to live up to the hype. What a catalogue of disappointment this year has been for Jeremiah Hardin: it began with him losing the Roulette Championship; I've already touched upon what happened at My Bloody Valentine; he was knocked out of the Blast from the Past tournament in the first round; and most recently, he was seen being made to tap out, by none other than Ben Jordan. The only positive that I can point to for Hardin, out of all of that, is that at least he will know how to cope with being on the receiving end of another loss, come Into The Void; whilst winning has been a routine for me this year, Hardin has certainly made losing a habit - I'm hoping that both of those trends will continue, a week on Sunday.'

Simon frowns, as he ponders what is coming next.

Simon: 'And now for the subject of Jeremiah Hardin's "mystery partner." Talking about someone whose identity you don't know, isn't the easiest thing to do - but I'll give it a shot.'

Simon removes the pair of glasses from his face, but holds them so that they are still visible to the camera.

Simon: 'After looking at the line-up for Into The Void III, and seeing the match that I had been placed in, I then studied the schedule for the rest of the show again, to see if there was any indication of whom this mystery man might be; one of the men on the SCW roster that is not already scheduled to compete at Into The Void, perhaps - someone such as Deavon Justice, or Connor Murphy? Could it be a former SCW wrestler, making their return? Or is it someone that we've not seen in the six-sided ring before? Whatever the case, while talking about a mystery opponent, it seemed appropriate for me to don this costume.'

Simon puts his glasses into the pocket of his trousers.

Simon: 'If you can't already tell who it is that I'm supposed to be, let me help you out: I am, of course, dressed as Austin Powers - the International Man of Mystery. And this building, is where part of the first Austin Powers movie was filmed.'

Simon removes the white cravat, revealing the collar of a navy blue t-shirt beneath his jacket; he drops the cravat onto the floor.

Simon: 'In all seriousness, the identity of Jeremiah Hardin's "mystery partner" may no longer be such a mystery, as from what I understand, Jeremiah's uncle - Sebastian - has recently signed a contract with SCW. Now, whether is that solely for him to be Jeremiah's manager, or whether it extends to him setting foot in the ring, isn't entirely clear yet. But in this city, that is home to SCW, and which is a resort known primarily for gambling, it now appears that Sebastian Hardin, is the odds on favourite to be his nephew's partner at Into the Void.'

Simon takes off his jacket, and then bends down, to place it on the floor, with the cravat; as Simon stands up straight, it can be seen that he is wearing his navy blue "I Know What I Am" t-shirt.

Simon: 'Sebastian Hardin, or whoever Jeremiah Hardin's partner is, I may not yet be able to be certain of your identity, but there are some things that I am absolutely certain of.'

Simon clenches his right hand, forming a fist, and then thumps his chest.

Simon: 'I know what I am - I know who I am. And I will not allow my tenure in SCW to come to an end with a defeat.'

As Simon stands staring at the camera, the scene fades to black.

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SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« Reply #3 on: July 12, 2014, 10:19:22 PM »
 (So...  it's hot in Vegas.  Really hot.  It's so hot you can cut through the heat like a knife through some 'I can't believe it's not butter'.  The place is waiting for the heavens to open and have a little blessing of rain fall down to take the edge of of the heat.  But for now... I'm no where near that place.  

I had to take a bit of a pilgrimage I guess you could say.  I had to do whatever it took to pull that dark cloud from over my head so I could get my head back in the game.  And that meant being right here, right now, in my home town of D.C., headed towards the one place I thought I wouldn't see till I was much older.  So very much older.

The grass is green right now.  We'd been having quite a lot of rain lately, which was pretty ironic considering that the weather matched my mood.  I have had so many clouds floating around in my head right now... I can't eat right... food seems tasteless, even though I know it should be tasting awesome...  I don't sleep right cause I keep having nightmares...  I've snapped at my girl when she's only trying to be there and have my back...  And all because I have been avoiding this moment right here...  this point in time...  I don't want to have to be where I'm at.  I don't want to have to do what I know I have to do...  And yet...  this is the harsh reality that I have to face...

The flowers in my hand feel heavy.  It's a bouquet of irises...  My mom's favorite, and expensive as hell.  But I know that she would love them.  I would have had them in a pot, but that's against the rules.  The place doesn't allow live flowers to be brought in.  They fear them overgrowing the pots and becoming a part of the landscaping.  No one would want to come to this place and see it turned into a field of flowers because of someone's stray gift.  But I know that right now, I'm just trying not to let my mind wander so I don't have to say the words that are weighing heaviest on my heart...
I feel Morganna's hand on my shoulder as she rubs it gently, trying to give me as much comfort and strength as she can.  Damn... how in the hell did I get so lucky as to have someone like her in my life, I could never know.  I remember when everything started, I'd begged and pleaded with her to make it all stop... to help and make it all go away...  But when she told me she couldn't, I just kinda snapped and said some things I know I shouldn't have.  But she says she knows all of this magic... Why couldn't she have stopped this all from happening, so I didn't have to be here in this moment?  

But I know I can't blame her...  There's no one to blame really.  I know that I'm just mad and hurt and sad and confused... I know I can't and shouldn't take it out on her...  I've been trying so hard not to, but...  inside, I'm still screaming, "WHY??!!  WHY??!!  WHY??!!" to the heavens repeatedly, because I don't want to be here... I don't want to have to do this... Please... don't make me have to do this...

Fuck it... here we go...

"Hi mom. It's me.  Jeremiah.  I miss you so much..."

I try not to let the emotions show... not even to myself, but my voice cracks as the words catch in my throat and the tears start to come.  I try blinking them back, but I can't stop them.  They come all on their own as I lower myself down to my knees and I put my hand on the tombstone.  I feel the cold marble, because I can't see.  The tears have clouded my vision, but my fingers feel her name written there...  and I finally let myself do what I haven't been able to do since everything started a few months ago...

The gut wrenching wails and sobs fill the afternoon air as I finally let the pain wash over me.  I lower the flowers to the grass in front of the place where my mother... the woman who raised me, the woman who was my rock... my haven... the boo boo kisser, and the sort teller when I was a child... the disciplinarian when I stepped out of line as a teenager... and the proud parent and fan when I stepped into the ring for the first time... was laid to rest after she lost her battle against breast cancer a few weeks ago.  I couldn't believe it... I guess I didn't want to believe it... and even though I knew it was true, I wasn't letting myself do what was needed...  which was to grieve.  

I feel Morganna kneeling behind Me, her arms wrapped around my waist, and her cheek resting against my shoulders as her own silent tears start to drip onto my shirt.  I want to tell her it's going to be ok. I want to try and comfort her, but I realize that she's doing for me what I'm wanting to do for her, and I stop myself.  I just fall over onto my side and curl up in the warm grass with Morganna wrapped around me like a comforting bubble and I let out the pain and anguish that I've been trying to hide from all along, one hand still on my mother's tombstone.

Once the tears have subsided, I just lay there, and I finally start to say what's on my heart.)

Jeremiah: Mom, I have had it rough ever since you had passed away. I know it was time for you to join Dad in Heaven, but...  But it's just been a mess.  I had had my run as a champ, but I had hit a plateau.  And I knew I had to just keep trying and pushing... but without having you there...  I just started to feel like everything I was working towards was just slipping away.  Little by little, bit by bit, I watched it just fly away from me like the little puffy seed things off of a dandelion in a strong wind.  I lost my title... I lost my desire to win...  I damn near lost Morganna, but she just wouldn't let go.  If I'd lost her...  hell, I don't know what would have happened.  Looking back on it all...  I just feel like I have let you and Dad down.  I didn’t know what to do.

(I sighed heavily, my voice cracking, and then Diamond puts a hand on my shoulder, and I hold her hand and kiss it.  I can feel the strength in that hand... especially with putting up with me through all of this shit.  I blink away the tears that are welling up in My eyes again, and I sniff heavily as I try to continue with letting out my bottled up feelings.)

Jeremiah: It’s was such a good thing I have Unc Seb, Aunt Lady, and my Emme by my side, because if they weren’t there for me... Helping me get through all of this, I would have lost more than just my will to win.  I would have been without a job, out on the streets, and without anyone who cared about me...

(Diamond strokes my shoulder gently and kisses the back of my neck gently.)

Diamond: Now you should know better than that mon amour.  I'm a ride or die chick, and even if we're broke, homeless, and eating in a soup kitchen, I am not going anywhere.

(I nod slowly and look over my shoulder at her.)

Jeremiah: I know babe.  But, I definitely miss you Mom, and I still miss Dad, even though he would probably smack me in the back of the head if he saw me with tears in my eyes, but I can’t help it.  I just feel like 'none of this should have happened like it did'.  Part of me feels like you're not gone.  But when I wake up, it all comes slapping me back in the face.  I never really got to know Dad all that well aside from the fact that he was a war hero and he was killed serving for our country.  I was still so young when he was taken from us.

(I can't stop the long shuddering sigh from escaping as I try to continue on with what is on my heart.)

Jeremiah: Its like God had ripped a part of my heart out when you died. I ask God over and over... "Why?  Why Lord?  Why did you take my mother from me like you did?", but then i think to myself "She's no longer suffering from the cancer that had been eating her up from the inside out. The cancer is gone even though it cost your life."  But I'm barely coping.  I know I have to keep on living, but... part of me just doesn't want to.

(I try not to tear up, but i cant help it, and one falls from my face. I lower my head trying not to show my emotions.)

Jeremiah: I know Dad wouldn't want me to get all emotional.  He'd probably say something like 'Real men don't shed tears over something like this.  Just get a grip and get over it'.  At least that's how you always said he was like.  But this isn't just something I can get over.  I miss you so much Mom.  But I think that I'm finally starting the grieving process, even though I don't know if I can fully accept that you're gone.  At least not yet…  but it’s a beginning.

(I wipe My eyes and Diamond pats My shoulder gently.)

Diamond: You ready to go baby?

(I nod and pull myself up to a seated position slowly, wiping my eyes.  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I lean in and kiss her softly.)

Jeremiah: Yeah babe.  I think I am.

(I lean over and kiss my fingertips and place them gently on the tombstone.)

Jeremiah: Well mom. I got to get going. I promised Emme that I would get myself ready for the Pay Per View.  I've got a match, and I don't wan to be stuck on this plateau anymore.  I want to surpass what I've done so far.  I want to rise to the top, so I can feel like the person I was before.  I want to make you proud of me again.  I promise... I'll make you proud of me again.

(I help pull Diamond to her feet and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses away the tracks of my tears.  Her lips feel like swipes of tiny angel wings on my skin, wrap my arms around her waist, holding onto her as if for dear life.)

Jeremiah: Thank you Emme.  For everything.  I love you so much.  

(Diamond smiles softly an strokes my cheek.)

Diamond: I love you too.  And it's my pleasure my love.  It's the least I can do for you.  Let's go love.  

(I sigh deeply again, and then we head off out of the cemetery, walking slowly.)

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(*sigh* Alright yall, its been three days since we been at the cemetery and your boy is even deeper in his blue funk than he was before.  I mean, I’ve been reduced to curling up on the couch eating Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, my favorite, and looking thru a photo album of my mom and I, crying as I listen to some of her favorite songs on the radio and shoveling handfuls of  barbecue Doritos down my gullet, guzzling two liters of Cherry Coke like it was going out of style.  I mean, it was bad my friends.  Really bad.  I have never been this depressed before in my life……wait, I do take that back. There was that time when I was like 6, and my dog Rocky died. I was depressed for days, but this time you could say it had gotten worse…  Much, much worse.  I mean look at me. I am just camped out on the couch like a lump when I should be out getting ready for my match by now.

That’s when I look up, and I see Emme.  She’s just standing there, watching me.  Looking down on me as I lift a chip up to my lips slowly and crunch down on it.  She shakes her head then and starts to walk towards me and stops in her tracks a few feet from me.)

Diamond: Oh my GOD!!   What the hell is that smell?  Is that you?!!  You smell like a wet puppy that rolled around in a well used kitty litter box!!

(She puts a hand to her nose and shakes her head quickly.)

Diamond: Look, you know that I know better than anyone what it means to lose the ones you love.  You’ve not heard my entire life story yet, but you heard most of it.  You know what I’ve lost, and you know that I lost it when I went through that loss, but I’m going to tell you what took me years of psychiatric therapy to learn…  Not washing  your funky ass and consuming mass quantities of junk food doesn’t make things easier.

(I actually feel myself starting to pout, but then I shake my head and push myself up to a seated position on the couch.  I can literally feel my entire demeanor changing just because I moved.)

Jeremiah: It's not my fault Emme!  I keep telling myself that I shouldn't be doing this, but then I hear that song, or I smell something your cooking that she used to make me, or I close my eyes, and I can see her like she's right here next to me...  And it's eating me up inside!  And all I want to do is drown myself in chunky monkey!!

(I pick up the spoon of ice cream and shove it in my mouth.  I feel the sweetness on my tongue and my lips start to curve downward in a frown as I toy with the ice cream that's still in the container with the spoon.)

Jeremiah: The chunky monkey is my friend.  The chunky monkey understands me.

(Diamond sighs heavily and sits next to me, then makes a face as she gets the full extent of the smell coming off of me.  I frown as I look at her.

Jeremiah: I don't think I smell THAT bad....

(I lift my arm up and take a whiff and my eyes cross with the intensity of the smell.  I lower my arm quickly and shake my head, trying to clear the smell from my nostrils.)

Jeremiah: By the power of Greyskull!!  Oh... My...  GOD!!!  Is that really me?!  I didn't know a human body could smell like that!!  WHOA!!  And it lingers!!  It like... it's like it's stuck on my tongue or something!!  Dear Lord God in Heaven!!  That smells like... Like...

(Diamond has wrapped one of her bandannas around her face and she looks like a bandit from the old wild west, or even one of the thugs you might see in the OG gangsta movies.  I can't help but chuckle when I see her.)

Diamond: Boy, you smell twelve day old funk, corn chips,  and old cheese.  And as much as I want to hug you right now, I'm afraid of having that stench rub off on me.

(She looks at me and I throw the old pouting with the quivering lip at her and bats my eyelashes at her with a silly grin and she can't help but crack up.  I know that behind the bandanna she's smiling like a cheshire cat.  She sighs and shakes her head.)

Diamond: Alright mister... One hug.  But then, you are going to get up and get a shower right after. You stink almost as bad as being downwind of a slaughter house.  And I KNOW how bad that smells cause there used to be one on the east side of Detroit...  Right off of I-94 and the I-75 turn off... and it was always smellin' like hot garbage..

(I look at my Emme and smile, then I close the photo album and I pounce her, hugging her tightly and wiggling on top of her, rubbing my armpit on her shoulder as she squeals and giggles, making faces.)

Diamond: Ewwww!!! Stop it!!  That is worse than having the cooties or the cheese touch!!!

(I grin and kiss her again, then I get up and she swats my butt before I go to put the ice cream away. I know asking Emme to join me would be pushing it, so I grab a towel and some clothes then head in the shower.  I realize just how amazing Diamond  really is when I noticed she was nice enough to get some of my workout clothes together while I was in my blue funk, sitting on the couch like a potato growing roots... Or maybe it was her way of trying to encourage me to get in the shower.  I take advantage of it, and I scrub everything away like a mad man, and I use my best smelling products so when I'm out, she can enjoy how I'm really supposed to smell.

A few minutes later I come back out in shorts and a tank top. You can tell that she ended up taking a shower too, cause she's changed clothes, and she's wearing a different smelling perfume.  That is one thing I always love about her.  No matter what, she always looks, sounds and smells so put together.  She's simply scrumptious.  She has my bags ready and I grab them and we head on down to the gym. I'm carrying both of the bags since she'd done so much already, and I kiss her softly as we wait in the elevator.  She wraps her arms around my neck and one leg around my waist, and I lift her up into My arms and she wraps the other leg around me as I kiss her deeply.  She inhales my scent and a sound like a purr rumbling from her throat as I drop my bags to the floor.  She leans back and smirks up at me.)

Diamond: Now that is how my man is supposed to smell.  All yummy and stuff.

The elevator starts to slow down as it comes to the workout floor and she pouts a bit as she reluctantly climbs down.  I nip at her ear, growling playfully and she giggles again.  I reach down and pick up our bags as the doors open and we head towards the door to the gym.  She unlocks the door and I hand her bag to her before and we go into the separate locker rooms and I put my bag in one of the lockers. I grab my towel and my water bottle before I pull off my shirt, tossing it in the locker too before I shut it and take the key, tying it to the cord in my shorts and no shirt on, as that is how I always like to work out.  Of course, she's waiting on me as I'm coming out of the locker room and we head  over to the free weight spot of the gym, hand in hand.  We stop by the stretching pads just on the outskirts of the work out floor and we start to stretch.  Well, I watch her stretch more than I do stretches.  Damn... I have to admit, I love watching her move.  It's as smooth as a cat slinking into a room.  Especially when she does that move and she puts her leg over her head and she...  Well, I think you know what I'm talking about.  I'm so busy watching her stretch, I almost didn't hear what she said.)

Diamond: So mon cher, you got a huge tag match at Into The Void III. You think you will be ready enough for it, considering what you have been going through?

Jeremiah: I hope so baby. I mean I got two excellent fighters as my opponents, and one of them is a former two time world champ.

Diamond: Which should make you want to do more than your best. One of the BIGGEST Pay Per Views of the season, and you are in it!!  Man!  I swear, getting the chance of stepping into the ring at Into the Void is almost like winning the lottery.  Not to mention who you're facing...  Big time opponents, too.  This is your shot babe.  It really and truly is...  and even though we don't know who your tag team partner is yet, neither do your opponents. That could throw them off and give you just the edge you need, or it could be detrimental if you have someone you totally clash with.

Jeremiah: Yeah, that could be true. But the thing of it is, I really don't care who my tag team partner is.  I know my opponents have a lot going for them.  In terms of their accomplishments, I have nothing but respect for those two.  They are good at what they do.  But what they need to remember is, I want it just as bad as they do.

(We start to get pretty deep into our muscle training, and we've worked up a pretty good sweat when Unc Seb comes into the gym with his workout bag. I look at Diamond, a bit shocked that she had invited him to workout with us without Aunt Lady.  He walks over )

Dark Tiger: [color=]Hey you two love birds.  What's shakin', bacon?[/color]

(He holds out his fist for a pound, and we blow it up.)

Jeremiah: Nothin' but our asses in the wind.  It took the love of a good woman, and a whole butt load of chunky monkey to finally pull me out of my head, but I think things are finally moving forward.

(Unc smirks and looks me up and down slowly.)

Dark Tiger: I can see that...

(He leans over and inhales deeply.)

Dark Tiger: And I can smell it.  You smell loads better than when I stopped by the other night.

(I look at Diamond with a shocked look, eyebrow raised.)

Jeremiah: Why didn't you tell me that my uncle came by to see me?

(She walks over to my uncle with a smirk.)

Diamond: Because you were drunk on ice cream and Doritos and wouldn't wake up.  How are you doing DT?  You're looking good.

(Diamond and my uncle do this complex handshake that ends in a hug and I just shake my head as I watch them do it and chuckle.)

Dark Tiger: I'd be doing better if my Lotus Blossom was around.  But I understand that with everything that Gothika is going through right now, she's needed elsewhere.  I am missing her like crazy though.

(I look stand and put my arms around Diamond's waist and she steps back into my arms, where she fits like she was made to be there.)

Jeremiah: I know how hard it is for you two to not be together.  Especially since this is like the first time in a long time that you're in the same place for any extended period of time...  And then Gothika loses it...  You must be going nuts right now.

Dark Tiger: Hey... I'm an understanding guy.  Besides...  Gothika is like family, so it needed to be done.  Anyways... Back to you, Jay...  I have an idea for a good workout. Jeremiah, you want to prove you can still be as good as you once was? Then how about we do a little sparring, You and me in that ring to get you ready for that big match.

Diamond: Yeah, that is not a bad idea. That would give you ample training mon amour.

Jeremiah: Yeah, why not. I love that idea Unc. Let’s get in there. It’s time to see if I still got it.

(Unc Seb steps into the ring over the top rope, and I step through the center ropes and we walk to the center of the ring.  We shake hands, then each drop into our stances and stare each other down, each with a confident smirk on our faces. My Emme smiles and then sits on the side likes she was going to do commentary)

Diamond: Welcome everyone to the match of the….ummm….half hour. We are witnessing here today “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin vs. “The Beast of Darkness” Dark Tiger. Uncle versus nephew to see if Jeremiah is ready for his big tag team match against Ben Jordan, and Simon Jones, two of the best wrestlers SCW has to offer. Who will be his mystery partner? That my friends is a mystery, but all will be revealed at Into the Void III, coming at you LIVE on July 20th from the Gold Coast Casino in good ol’ Sin City, Las Vegas Nevada.

(We both stop and look at Diamond, confused.)

Jeremiah: Say What??!!

(She just shrugged and smiled.)

Diamond: What? I thought maybe a little commentary would work?

(We both chuckle, then go back to sparring. I surprise my uncle with a body slam to start off with, and then he gets back up. He comes at me with a clothesline, showing off his slight power advantage he has over me as he is taller and bigger than me.)

Diamond: And a big clothesline by the taller Dark Tiger. How will Jeremiah come back from that

(I get back up and come back with a clothesline of my own, knocking my taller, bigger uncle down. I let him get up. He tries for his signature Yakuza Kick, but I grab the leg and trip him up. I pick him up and then I connect with a vertical suplex, surprising my uncle with my own bit of power)

Diamond: What a bit of power. I guess that’s one reason that he is known as Big Tiger folks. Can he keep it up

(I then underhook Unc’s arms with one arm, and put the other arm around his neck and slap on the Big Tiger Clutch, hoping he would tap out. After 30 seconds into the hold, Unc slips out of the hold, and then goes for his Stretch Muffler/Cloverleaf/Haas of Pain combination he has renamed Prey. I then power out of the hold, surprising my uncle)

Diamond: Wow, matching hold for hold, and both men powering out of it. If Jeremiah keeps this up, Simon and Ben would be kept on their toes.

(We go back and forth, move for move, hold for hold. Unc has got me on the turnbuckle and tries to set me up for the Tower of London move he calls the Dissention to Darkness, but I counter it with a Diamond Dust off the top, and then I slap on the Cobra Clutch Crossface on my unc, and as much as he tries to power out, he can not, and taps out.)

Diamond: That is a new hold for Jeremiah, and he makes his uncle tap out. Folks Jeremiah looks to be ready. I hope Simon and Ben are ready, because they will have a fight on their hands. This has been Diamond Simone. Good night.
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6' 6" 245 lbs.
Washington DC

Themes: Soldiers by Otherwise (CC)
Don't Tread on Me by Metallica (PPV)

Finishers: Tiger's Ambition (Double Underhook Whiplash)

Big Tiger Impact (see how the Double A Spinbuster is done, but replace the spinbuster with the Bulldog Powerslam)

Tiger Cross Suplex (Jeremiah puts the opponent in the cloverleaf, but instead of turning his opponent over, he picks his opponent up and does a bridging suplex for a pin)

Big Tiger Lock (Jeremiah underhooks his opponent's arms like he is going for a Tiger suplex but with one arm, and then takes the other arm and brings it around his opponent's neck for a guillotine choke while the opponent's arms are still underhooked.)


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SCW Roulette Champion (1 time, Defeated Max Burke)


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SIMON JONES and BEN JORDAN vs BIG TIGER AND ?
« Reply #4 on: July 18, 2014, 06:45:22 PM »
 The scene opens inside the visitor centre of the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area, in Nevada; visible in the background, beyond the visitor centre, is the Mojave Desert.

In the foreground of the shot, sat at one end of a blue metal bench, is Simon Jones, who is again dressed in clothes that differ from his usual apparel: this time, Simon is wearing a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt - over which, he is wearing a black leather look jacket - a pair of black leather look finger-less gloves, and a brown wig. Sat towards the other end of the bench, and looking in Simon's direction, is Pussy Willow, who is wearing a tight yellow dress.

Pussy is the first to speak, as she turns to address the camera.

Pussy: 'In a mere two days' time, Sin City Wrestling - in conjunction with the Make-A-Wish Foundation - will stage Into The Void III. The card for the event is well and truly loaded, with fans having fourteen matches to look forward to. One of those matches will feature a man making his final appearance before leaving SCW. And so to discuss his match at Into The Void, as well as to reflect on his time in SCW, I'm joined now, by Simon Jones.'

Pussy looks towards Simon.

Pussy: 'Firstly, Simon, thank you for providing me with this opportunity.'

Simon smiles politely.

Simon: 'No problem.'

Pussy turns to look behind her, at the Mojave Desert.

Pussy: 'This is a rather picturesque setting that you have chosen as the location for this interview.'

Simon also turns to look at the desert in the background.

Simon: 'Indeed; it is quite a backdrop.'

Pussy and Simon both turn back to look in the direction of one another.

Simon: 'The Mojave Desert is spread across Nevada, California, and Arizona - just like SCW; it also occupies part of Utah - the next state for SCW to expand into, perhaps?'

Simon shrugs, not expecting a response to his question from Pussy Willow.

Pussy: 'Okay, now, Simon, as I've already mentioned, this Sunday, at Into The Void III, you will be competing in your final match, before you leave SCW. It has been almost four weeks since you made public your decision to leave SCW. When you made the announcement, you said that you had to do what is right for your family - but I was wondering if I could get you to go into a bit more detail, regarding your reasons for leaving SCW.'

Simon: 'Sure.'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'I assume most people watching this are aware that I'm a married man; there might be a few that don't know that, as, unlike the partners of some professional athletes, my wife chooses to keep herself away from the glare of the spotlight - although if you follow me on Twitter, you'll have the seen the photo of her that I tweeted last Wednesday. Jacqui and I have been together for the better part of fifteen years - and a week tomorrow, we will celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary.'

Simon smiles to himself.

Simon: 'I also assume most people watching this are aware that earlier this year, I became a father for the first time: back on the first Sunday in January, while the majority of the SCW roster was in Laughlin, for Climax Control, I was at a hospital, over two thousand miles away, as my wife gave birth to our beautiful baby daughter, Matilda.'

Simon's smile grows wider, with pride.

Simon: 'With us having been together for as long as we have, some people may wonder why myself and Jacqui waited until last year to start a family - I know for a fact that our friends and family wondered what took us so long. There's no specific reason why we waited so long to have a child; we had known for several years that we wanted to have children - I guess we just chose to put it off, until it felt like the right time. But then, early last year, we agreed that it was finally time for us to start a family, as we both felt more content with life than we had in years. And what was the thing that, at that time, had recently re-entered my life, and was contributing to those feelings of contentment? The answer is simple: wrestling.'

Pussy: 'When you debuted in SCW last year, it was around six months after you had joined ACW.'

Simon: 'That's correct.'

Simon nods his head again.

Simon: 'I think most people will already know that I was a member of the ACW roster, before I arrived in SCW - and that after signing a contract with SCW, I continued to compete in ACW, until its closure. But what most people probably won't know, unless they've followed my whole career closely, is that until I joined ACW, I had been on a hiatus from wrestling, which had lasted for over nine years.'

Simon leans forward slightly.

Simon: 'You see, when I was younger, during the first phase of my career in wrestling, I had something of a love-hate relationship with the sport. Thirteen years ago, as my desire to become a professional wrestler brought me here, to the US, it took me away from the UK - and away from the woman that I loved. But mid-way through the following year, I left the US, and the promotion that I was working for, so that I could return to the UK, to be with Jacqui. It was then that I took my first break from wrestling - although it was only a few months before I was in the ring, competing in a British promotion. However, by the following summer, I had become disillusioned with wrestling again, this time for other reasons, and so I took another break from the sport - one that lasted far longer than I would have imagined.'

Simon lowers his gaze, looking away from Pussy Willow, and towards the ground.

Simon: 'Then two years ago, in early November, JJ Dixon managed to lure me into making a return to wrestling, to join ACW - because of which, Jacqui and I left the UK. By March of last year, the two of us were settled in Canada, content with our lives - and it was then that we decided the time was right for us to start a family. But as first-time parents, we weren't fully prepared for how our lives would change, once our daughter arrived - any parent can tell you about the impact that a newborn baby has on a family, but until you experience it for yourself, it's not something that you can properly appreciate. And having a child of our own, has made us miss our own parents, and our siblings - not to mention our closest friends. So that's why I'm leaving SCW: so that Jacqui and I can return home, to raise Matilda in the UK - so that our little family, can be with our extended family, and our friends.'

Simon raises his head, and looks back to Pussy.

Simon: 'I'm sorry, Pussy - I know that you asked me to go into detail, but that was probably a longer explanation than you were expecting.'

Pussy: 'No, Simon, it's fine. You mentioned that on the previous occasions you've taken breaks from wrestling, it was because you were disenchanted with the sport - but as far as I can tell, you're not suffering with those same feelings this time.'

Again, Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'That's right: I'm as happy in wrestling as I've ever been, so it's a shame that I'm going to be leaving SCW. But my family will always come first - and I have to do what's right for them, which means returning home to the UK.'

Pussy: 'I'm sure the vast majority of people would put their family first too, Simon.'

Simon: 'I would hope so.'

Pussy: 'We'll talk about your match at Into The Void III later, but now I want to look back to your debut in SCW, in May last year, when you were one of the participants in a gauntlet battle royal, to determine the number one contender for the Heavyweight Championship. Although the match was an open invitational, it still came as a surprise to many, when you entered yourself into the match.'

Simon chuckles slightly.

Simon: 'It came as a surprise to me - let alone anyone else. I mean, at the start of that week, I saw the announcement regarding the match from - I think it was Christian Underwood - but at the time, I didn't give any consideration whatsoever to entering myself into the match.'

Pussy: 'So what changed - what led to you becoming a participant in the match?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'Nothing changed, per se, it was just that as the end of the week neared, I found myself without anything significant planned for the weekend. I was then reminded of the gauntlet battle royal, and after actually giving it some thought, I decided to take a chance, by leaving my comfort zone up in Canada, to compete in the six-sided ring of SCW for the first time; it really was an eleventh hour decision - I caught the last flight that could get me to San Diego, in time for Climax Control.'

Pussy: 'On the subject of San Diego, last week you stated that you would have liked to have had your final match in SCW be there - had you been given the choice. Why is that?'

Simon: 'It's simple: I've got nothing but happy memories of the city. San Diego was where I debuted in SCW - successfully; it was where - four weeks later - I won the SCW Heavyweight Championship for the first time; and I was also on the winning side in a tag team match that took place in San Diego, last summer - which at the time, was a rare occurrence for me.'

Pussy: 'Fortunately for you, your record in tag team matches has improved since then.'

Simon nods his head once more.

Simon: 'Indeed it has. As I sit here now, given what had gone before, it's hard to believe the amount of tag team matches that I've won in the past six - or even twelve - months. The highlight for me, as far as tag team wrestling in SCW is concerned, was of course winning the Blast from the Past tournament alongside Brandi Shotze, earlier this year. But I've also enjoyed working with some of the other tag team partners that have been given to me - most notably Roxi Johnson, and Ben Jordan; after Roxi and I successfully reprised our tag team, twelve days ago, hopefully Ben and I can do likewise on Sunday - against Jeremiah Hardin and his yet-to-be-named partner - so that I can end my time in SCW on a high.'

Pussy: 'Okay, well, going back to the beginning of your time in SCW, after winning the gauntlet battle royal, to become the number one contender for the heavyweight title, you then went on to defeat Jordan Williams to win the title, four weeks later - as you just mentioned - at Into the Void II. However, your first reign with the title came to an end after only eight weeks, at Summer XXXTreme II.'

Simon looks at the ground, as he lowers his head, in shame.

Simon: 'That match, at Summer XXXTreme II, is the one blemish on my time in SCW; it could have been one of the best nights of my career - instead it was the worst. And I don't say that simply because I lost - it's because of the manner in which I lost. If I lose a match, having given it my all, then I can accept that I lost to the better man. However, the thing that I always try to avoid, is not doing myself justice in the ring - but that's what happened on that Sunday night last August, at Summer XXXTreme; it was the single worst performance of my career. In fact, referring to it as a performance is being kind - a more accurate description, would be to call it a non-performance.'

Pussy: 'Things then went from bad to worse for you, as two weeks later, you became the only person in SCW history to lose a match by forfeit, after failing to appear for your scheduled match against Gabriel. And the week after that, Casey Williams...'

Pussy is interrupted by Simon.

Simon: 'Casey Williams injured my left knee.'

Simon raises his head, showing a grin, as he looks at Pussy.

Simon: 'But out of adversity, came triumph. The week after my knee had been injured, I was forced to compete in a mixed tag team match, with Roxi Johnson, against the pairing of Goth and Gothika - and as I battled on one leg, I managed to overcome the then-Heavyweight Champion; four weeks on from the worst performance of my career, I put in one of the best of my career. But back to Casey.'

Simon rubs his chin, in contemplation.

Simon: 'I'll avoid going over everything that Casey put me through - it's not all pleasant memories for me. But suffice to say, when it was all over, I got the last laugh - and Casey's career as an active wrestler, was finished.'

A satisfied smirk creeps across Simon's face.

Pussy: 'After defeating Casey Williams at My Bloody Valentine, in what was the culmination of your seven month long rivalry, you then turned your attention to participating in the second annual Blast from the Past tournament. Now, you've already mentioned that you went on to win the tournament, but how likely did you think that would be, prior to the tournament commencing?'

Simon: 'I didn't have any expectations. Everyone that participates in the Blast from the Past tournament hopes that the draw will give them a good partner - and in Brandi Shotze, I certainly got one. But even with Brandi as my partner, I still didn't have any expectations - simply because of the unpredictable nature of a tournament that features sixteen tag teams, which have been put together at random. I mean, when I saw the draw in full, I had Giani Di Luca and Emma Rose down as the favourites to go on and win the tournament - as I think did everyone else.'

Pussy nods her head, in agreement.

Pussy: 'Yes, you certainly weren't alone in thinking that - but as it turned out, Emma and Giani were eliminated in the first round; when did you start to believe that yourself and Brandi could be potential winners?'

Simon: 'Once the tournament reached the semi-finals; I still didn't necessarily see us as being the favourites - but with two matches down, and two more to go, it was as if things were falling into place for us to be the winners: I had just gotten my hands on a belt - now I wanted a trophy to go with it.'

Pussy: 'The belt that you are referring to, is of course the SCW heavyweight title. In between your first round match and your quarter-final - in the Blast from the Past tournament - you defeated Giani Di Luca, to regain the title, six and a half months after you had lost it.'

Simon lets out a sigh.

Simon: 'I had bided my time, as I waited for my return match for the title; some former champions demand that they be given a rematch, almost immediately after losing their title - but not me. It was my intention to wait until at least after the conclusion of the Blast from the Past tournament, before finally asking for my return match; had I not been the champion, when Brandi and I won the tournament, then I would have been the automatic challenger for the title at Chaos In Cape Town, anyway. But the powers that be had other ideas, and so at Blaze Of Glory III, with the Blast from the Past tournament over, I found myself stood in the ring, holding a belt and a trophy - and at Chaos In Cape Town, I would find myself defending that belt, while trying to win another.'

Pussy: 'As you just alluded to, usually the male half of the winners of the Blast from the Past tournament would then go on to challenge the Heavyweight Champion for their title - but as you were already the Heavyweight Champion, you were instead given the opportunity to choose who you would defend the title against, at Chaos In Cape Town; the man that you chose to be your opponent was the ACW Champion: Sean Jackson.'

Simon: 'It had to be Sean Jackson. He may have lost his past few matches in the six-sided ring, but this time two months ago, his record in the the period since he arrived in SCW, was second only to me; he had put Drake Green out of wrestling - or so it seemed - and he could legitimately be looked upon as being the real World Heavyweight Champion. As for the ACW title, with ACW itself dead in all but name, I had little interest in winning that title - but as an ACW alumnus, I did at least take pleasure from being the one to retire the title, after I had defeated Sean Jackson.'

Pussy: 'Well, to bring us up to the present, it was in the days following Chaos In Cape Town that you made up your mind about leaving SCW - although it would be a couple more weeks before you made your decision public. And now, in two days' time, you will compete in you final match in SCW, as you team with Ben Jordan, to take on Jeremiah Hardin, and a mystery opponent.'

Simon opens his mouth to respond, but pauses for a couple of seconds before he says anything.

Simon: 'I don't really have much to add to what I had to say about the match last week. It should go without saying that I want to end on a win - but I know that will be easier said than done; two months ago, Mark Ward wanted to end his career with a win over Austin Parker - unfortunately for Ward, Parker didn't read the script.'

Simon takes another deep breath, before continuing.

Simon: 'During my time in SCW, only once have I lost a match at a supercard; I've also only suffered one defeat since the beginning of this year - and on Sunday, I don't intend to add a second loss to either of those statistics. Again, that will be easier said than done - but I have complete confidence in Ben Jordan and myself, to be able to overcome Jeremiah Hardin, and whomever his tag team partner is.'

Pussy: 'Before I let you go, I have two more questions that I would like to ask you: firstly, do you have any regrets, from your time in SCW?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'Aside from the match that I lost by forfeit, no - none. Of course, I would have liked to have kept hold of the heavyweight title, until I left SCW - but Gene Banton Junior prevented that from happening. And there's a handful of potential opponents that I would have liked to have had one-on-one matches with, given the opportunity - Drake Green, for example, or a rematch with Jordan Williams. But as far as things that I have control over are concerned, no - no regrets; I'm just glad that I came to SCW when I did - if I hadn't entered that open invitational gauntlet battle royal, then I would have reason to ponder what might have been.'

Pussy: 'Okay, and to finish, I would like to ask, what is your proudest moment, from your time in SCW?'

Simon replies almost instantly.

Simon: 'Winning the SCW heavyweight title for the first time, at Into The Void II; nobody expected me to be the number one contender, and certainly nobody expected me to actually defeat Jordan Williams, to claim the title - but that's just what I did. Winning the Blast from the Past tournament was great, as was winning the heavyweight title for a second time - but winning the title for the first time, that's the one that was really special.'

Simon smiles, as he casts his mind back.

Simon: 'You know, Pussy, about fifteen months ago, Misty stated that, until she set foot in ACW, she hadn't heard a single mention of me. But now, as I prepare to leave SCW, I would hazard a guess that Misty, and everyone else around these parts, is well aware of who I am. And with me having first made my mark on SCW at Into The Void II, it's probably fitting that my time in SCW will come to an end at Into The Void III.'

Pussy: 'Okay, Simon, well, thank you for...'

Pussy finds herself being interrupted by Simon for a second time.

Simon: 'Actually, Pussy, before the cameras stop rolling, there's something else that I would like to address, if I may.'

Pussy: 'Go ahead.'

Simon turns to face the camera.

Simon: 'In the preview for the most recent episode of Climax Control, and again in the preview for Into The Void, I read that my wrestling career is coming to a close - but if I'm supposed to be retiring after Into The Void, well, someone forgot to tell me; as I tried to point out four weeks ago, I'm not retiring, I'm simply taking what may best be described as, "an extended leave of absence."'

Simon then stands up; he reaches into one of his pockets, and pulls out a pair of black sunglasses.

Simon: 'As I mentioned earlier, the last time that I took a break from wrestling, it was over nine years before I set foot in a ring again; after Into The Void, I don't know when you'll next see me inside a ring - although I doubt that this hiatus will be anywhere close to nine years in length - but one thing I can promise you, SCW, is that like the Terminator...'

Simon pauses to put on the sunglasses; he then attempts to mimic the accent of a certain Austrian.

Simon: 'I'll be back.'

And as Simon stands staring at the camera, the scene fades to black, for the final time - well, for now, at least.