[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 05/28/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 05/29/2016

[Samuel McPherson]

 OOC: The thing with the win is it's really made me reconsider something big time as you'll see in this first scene RP thanks for your encouragement. Raab's RP will come Thursday night or Friday morning. Enjoy reading this RP and good luck to Mark and Jamie in this match. May the best RPer win.







What happened after Samuel's big win. Tokyo, Japan. Sunday 22nd May.

It was most likely the biggest shock of a win the world of wrestling has ever seen as all three guys got back to the apartment in Tokyo and Henry pats Samuel on his back for a good job well done and they've just stepped through the door to wonder what he could do since he honestly didn't want to spend time with Samuel and Raab and of course he knows the reason why and he speaks to both of his men.

Henry Losak: “Well, I'm heading off to sleep tonight. In case you both want to go out somewhere, here's some money to go and spend it on whatever you want. Congratulations on the win Samuel, really done well tonight. Good night guys.”

Henry placed quite a bit of money in Raab's hands as it was for both Samuel and him to spend if they wanted to go out and Raab had been thinking a lot about what today had meant as he and Samuel passionately snogged together and he speaks towards him.

Lord Raab: “So, you want to get some sushi to eat in the restaurant?”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Raab pats Samuel on his back as Raab made sure he places the apartment key in his pocket along with the money and again they passionately kiss before they leave the apartment and leave home for Henry to go to sleep and while they are walking, Raab sees Samuel looking at the sights in Japan that are all around him and Raab sees Samuel being impressed since they haven't been to that side of the town before and they found a place to eat some sushi as they walked into the restaurant and wait to be seated.

They sit down on a two person table, but big for two people considering the size they are and Raab remembered what Henry said to Samuel, but before they can talk, they order some food or Raab will because of Samuel's lack of speech. He couldn't speak, but it didn't mean he couldn't read because it's clear he can as Raab nods at him, although Raab was indeed quite frightened to be around the public, but Samuel made him focus on him.

The waiter stood there for a bit before Raab orders food for himself and Samuel along with what drink they wanted as well as they both went for some coke. They waited ten minutes before they brought the coke over and then the waiter leaves as there's finally sometime they can talk and they look into each other's eyes to speak.

Lord Raab: “Henry's right you know that you've done a great job in the ring against Ben Jordan. What a way to shut his fucking mouth huh? I just imagine how embarrassed he is. You know, I was hoping Henry would let us be alone because after all, it's our special day today where I proposed to you and it's that along with the big win that you deserve to be taken out.

It was something Raab really hated doing, but because it was outside of America and because there's no gyms or apartment where he feel right at home at, he had to do something with Samuel and it has benefited them both since they got to Tokyo and Raab feeling a bit of fear speaks again.

Lord Raab: “I feel very uncomfortable you know being around the public with you and it's not cos of you. Fuck, you being here helps me a bit, it's because I hate people in general. Not you because you are fantastic. Hell I married you for a reason and it's because you are the only guy who doesn't judge me for shit. You are the only guy who truly understands me and hell this is between you and me without anyone around, you are the only person who's given me a great life of sex and love.”

Raab didn't like love feelings sometimes, but it's because he's trying to understand that in himself and was always angry all the time to lose control on a lot of things, but when they are alone outside of the gym, they were very different people and Samuel nodded towards Raab as they held each others hands while sipping on their glasses of coke and Raab speaks.

Lord Raab: “You are my life Samuel and nothing has been better. You are a great tag team partner I've never asked for and even if we win or lose, I will never be upset with you ever again because you try your best like you did tonight against Ben Jordan and I really think we should talk mor....”

Samuel McPherson: “Naarrp.”

Lord Raab: “Look, I know you don't want to wrestle on your own, but hear me out Sam and Henry doesn't know this yet, sooner rather than later after I've won all the titles in SCW, I will be leaving  and I want you to continue wrestling for SCW on your own. I mean looking at the match tonight, you've had a lot of people turn heads and I really want you to achieve a lot of things in SCW someday like I have.”

Raab really felt like he was ready to let Samuel go on his own path of achieving success in the wrestling business and he sees Samuel feeling nervous, but Raab continues again

Lord Raab: “It won't happen now because I want to capture the tag team titles and the Internet title first, but I wanted to tell you this now for the future. I was thinking about leaving the place as a whole with you once I've achieved my goals, but maybe Ben Jordan has a point where you could achieve something bigger on your own and the more I thought about it, the more it makes sense. I will talk to Henry about it on our own to see what he thinks, alright?”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “I really do want to see you do so because after that great match tonight, you do have a shit ton of talent and more people are seeing you as a serious threat than me. That's why I want to be tag champion first before moving to the Internet because once I've captured and lost the belts, I'm out of SCW, but for now, we'll enjoy the moment of eating sushi in celebration of your win.”

When Raab finished that part off, the waiter brought the sushi they ordered and they ate together which is a moment again Raab will never forget because he didn't even have the balls to go out in public together, let alone eating in a restaurant and it wasn't all love stuff, it was about their future as wrestlers in SCW as they started to eat with Samuel thinking a lot about what Raab said and it kinda frightened him in his mind a bit that Raab would leave SCW after he losses either the tag or the Internet title and for Sam to continue his path of wrestling in SCW on his own.

It was big even for Raab to say that, but he might be onto something here and they finished eating their sushi which they had quite a lot of it and struggling to get them on the chopsticks and Raab speaks again.

Lord Raab: “I love you with all of my heart Samuel and not even the wrestling business can take that away from us.”

He sees the makaton sign for saying I love you too from Samuel himself as they blow a kiss towards each other on the table as Raab calls for the bill and gets some of the money Henry gave them out of his pocket and places the amount the food and drink was on the table as he gave Raab some change before he places them in his pocket, but decides to leave some coins there and they held hands to walk straight back to the apartment as Raab unlocked the doors and they went straight in the home and closed it before they went straight into the bedroom and closed the doors. The room was quiet for a bit before you heard all the moaning and screaming going on which lasted until four in the morning which went quiet after that.

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Hardcore tag team training day. Wednesday 23rd May.

It's been a couple of days since Samuel's win that they celebrated in style on Monday and done some tag team training yesterday in normal rules, but today it was hardcore rules as they know how important it was for Samuel to be fully prepared for the match against Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean as they spilt their blood in the ring with a steel chair and a barb wire a few days after they beat The Monstimals for the tag team titles. Up to this point, they've proven they can win all of their tag team matches, but haven't captured the tag team belts.

There's a lot of aggression going on around the wrestling ring area as there's fights taking place outside of the ring mainly by using weapons all around them, even some that were broken into pieces like glass lights, kendo sticks, two by fours, baseball bats and tables that are already broken from the force both Raab and Samuel are placing on their wrestling training partners.

Henry of course stands well away from everyone to prevent himself from getting hit with how wild both Raab and Samuel are going with their weapons on going crazy, even using their favourite weapons of the barb wire and the steel chair to wreak them multiple times over and over again and they'll do some double team moves like the double chokeslam, aided piledriver and a Powerbomb/neckbreaker combination before they see that their opponents were already too weak to fight more.

But they see the amount of heart they have by continuing the match where they didn't even want Raab or Samuel to stop beating them as they flicked their hands and both Raab and Samuel gave them a fight they wanted which is highly unusual, but it was also what Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean were like as well as they put a brutal hitting on the guys as they made sure that they weren't going to get up, especially when they do their tag team finisher on the guys as it was the chokeslam/Backstabber combination to one wrestler and then the same to the other one.

Now they realised they weren't getting back up, they realised that The Monstimals power and strength had got to them as they poured blood everywhere inside of the gym, even Raab and Samuel caught some blood as well when they've been hit by weapons as well as wrestling moves as they went out of the wrestling school place and went back to the apartment where they saw that Henry wasn't home, but instead could sit in the lounge and talk as they do so with Raab beginning to speak to Samuel.

Lord Raab: “Damn, you are getting better with wrestling now from the training we did. I got a lot of things to say to Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean and I'm not going to be nice to them anymore and why? Because it got us fucking nowhere last time and we nee.................”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “Yes and we need to fucking destroy them once and for all with that attack we done two weeks after they've won the tag team titles to send them a message about the type of match we wanted. The type of match that suits us for a change. Lets face it, I bet Ben Jordan is ashamed of himself from not being able to beat you and that was pretty funny. As for me and the Jamie Dean match, he didn't beat me, I stopped him from pinning me. I knocked a referee out.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “We are going to be more mean and ruthless than ever fucking before because we are going to make history of being the first ever tag match to involve a different stipulation that's not just boring regular matches. Hell, there's a couple of new teams coming about too with that joke New Supremacy team reforming of Joshua Aquin and that piece of shit TNA.”

Raab takes a bit of a breather from talking as he notices Samuel stroking Raab's leg which Raab allows and looks in Samuel's eyes to speak again about another team coming up too.

Lord Raab: “Then we have another team of Johnny Tsunami and Caleb Houston known as Bad Company. So we must be doing something right in the tag team division whether it's us promoting or them, but a lot of people see the tag team division for what it is and we got to stop these fucking idiots from stealing our spotlight to become the tag team champions first before anyone else gets the chance to.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “We've worked too long and hard to lose this chance and we got to take them down peg by peg to get them down by their knees, tasting their own fucking blood and do anything we damn please to take these motherfuckers out once and for all so Ben can do his fucking dream of being the singles champion.”

Raab notices Samuel getting a little lets say more in love with Raab now as they are all alone in the apartment and Raab continues to speak.

Lord Raab: “We need to know that these guys are just a temporary team who do nothing for their careers right now compared to us being the real team we are both in and outside of wrestling and we are not going to give up until we become the tag team champions and if we fail, we'll pick ourselves back up and earn the tag belts the hard way again.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “Damn straight we are going to be the tag team champions because we've got them on the run thanks to your win and I didn't even get Jamie to pin me so we'll enjoy smashing them up in the ring. OK I give up and do whatever you want to do.”

Raab caved into Samuel as Samuel went all over Raab with what he wanted to do and Samuel goes to turn the lights off to do something dirty on the couch which of course wasn't something they've attempted to do before, but you couldn't see what they were doing at all at that point.

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Hardcore tag team title rules ustream.com shoot by Henry Losak.

“It's about fucking time that we get ourselves a hardcore tag team match because it's been too god damn long the last time both Raab and Samuel were in a hardcore match together and when they aren't. I mean think about it, it's been boring as fuck for the pair of them to wrestle in normal matches which were too much for them. I heard you Ben saying it's easy to win matches with weapons, but isn't it too easy and too boring to win matches in regular matches though? Isn't it easy to win by following the rules?

Exactly and The Monstimals have played by your rules last time so it's time for a change. I don't think me and Raab need to go into details about the strengths of you both because it would be us repeating our damn selves over and over again, but apart from the match stipulation, what is different? The aggression and the fact Samuel has beaten Ben Jordan. We told you it was a god damn mistake and I just wonder how you are handling the embarrassment of a loss?

Why, there's people talking about Samuel wanting to be a singles wrestler, but we'll see if it happens because Samuel may not want to, but that's in the future, as of right now they are facing you idiots for the tag team titles. I know you'll brag about a win that you both done at the last PPV, but this is as people say the biggest PPV of them all.

The biggest one that involves your tag team titles and the hardcore match to change the world of tag team division. How many ballsy tag matches have been like that around here? None at all and it's all about them wanting to prove their worth as the best hardcore tag team in the world. You get all these hardcore wrestlers doing it on their own, but none of them have been hardcore tag teams. That's what The Monstimals are, vicious, hard and brutal men who will wreak their path to greatness of picking up the first weapon they find to beat the shit out of you both with.

I'm sure Samuel here who's been improving like anything is more than ready to take part in this match, more what the comments have been said about him from mostly Ben there. Comments like getting out of Lord Raab's shadow. First of all, Samuel is no part of Raab's shadow because in fact, until we get things sorted in another company, this is the only company that has The Monstimals in. It's the only place in wrestling that has them in.

Using weapons to beat the fuck out of each other is entertaining. You don't get anywhere in this business by sticking to the rules and getting yourselves known you know. You have to do shit and rotten things and that's what Samuel and Raab did. The message they sent when they attacked you both with weapons is this hardcore match that both of them are addicted to. It may not be your thing Ben, but we know it is for Jamie after the match he had with that pussy Sean Jackson.

So don't even tell me that Jamie Dean doesn't do hardcore matches because everyone knows Jamie has. Of course you idiots just deny it just to make yourselves tough. I believe it with you Ben, but not Jamie. By the way Jamie, don't play out that both Samuel and Raab were scared of you and Ben because it's farther than the truth. It's in fact you and Ben being scared of them right now because of what they've done and you can talk about that win you had over Raab, but you didn't pin or submit him for it.

I let Raab speak more about that another time, but the point is Jamie you like to take the piss out of Samuel's lack of speech? That doesn't matter in this fucking business pal as it's proven time and time again that this animal wins matches he wasn't even supposed to and it's the destruction of chaos this animal will eventually cause in the future, but he will tear the hell out of you up. You are not some nice guy you play as, you are what you call a joke and Ben pinned Samuel, not you.

You and Ben aren't better at shit, more like you won because it was under your roof of the boring matches you both keep having. How is that for the crap we see every single day? Exactly no fun at all and Samuel is so ready for a fight that you won't believe what kind of angry animal this guy is.  He is an animal, even if those call him a monster, but Raab takes that and Samuel has the animal instint in him.

Animals unlike monsters can be very quiet living things and attack their enemies as their prey and Ben has already been preyed from Samuel and you will be next Jamie. Hell, I don't even consider you being gay for a single second, especially with that female you and Ben hang around with. Do you see Samuel and Raab do that at all? No, well not at the moment with Raab anyway as much as I'm trying to get him out of this whole hate women thing, it can't be done until he's left Japan, but even then he'll be competing in amateur boxing fights next month.

Yeah I wish this business didn't have people involved to talk trash about their opponents and most of all, I wish that Samuel could speak for from his own mouth, but he can't and we have to talk trash well considering you and Ben are trashes, but I told you Raab and Samuel aren't going to be nice people and as for you to say oh we have the fans behind them, they don't need fans to be successful. Fuck, Raab didn't capture the Violence and the Heavyweight title by gaining the support from fans behind him and nor will they in this case.

Because they will put so much hurting on you both that your mothers won't even know what their sons look like because you both have faces that Samuel and Raab will make sure you'll bleed from your skulls even farther along with doing double team moves on the concrete floor. I think your careers in the tag division at least is going to come to a fitting end because of the amount of hard work Raab and Samuel have done to get themselves in this match and you can say oh they've had loads of hardcore tag matches? No, they've only had one which was very recently in Inferno Wrestling.

The point is both Raab and Samuel have shown each other a lot of support lately and we'll see what happens which we known the animal is going to rip the pair of you apart in the ring which already favours Raab and Samuel to win more than before. They will decimate, hurt and destroy you both to the ground and you both will be going to a damn hospital with really bad injuries they'll give you, especially Samuel. If you think the damage they've done recently was bad, wait until the PPV comes around and see the domination of The Monstimals like they've been doing in non title matches.

They will beat you so bad with weapons feeling how deadly they are with them and be able to overcome the fake team and have their hands raised after either Raab or Samuel have made one of you tap out or pin you for the three count because Samuel is training very hard recently and learning a lot more about the business and how to be even more of an animal in the ring which he is now. All I can say is prepare to be dominated by The Monstimals and whatever I haven't said, I leave for Raab to say.”

[Jamie Dean]

 

What do wrestling fans love above all else? Gossip. The secret happenings involving their favorite stars backstage when they're away from the prying eyes of the public. Where are they staying? What are their hobbies? What are they eating? Who are they sleeping with? These are but a few of the questions that lurk in the recesses of the mind of your average fan. They think that since they "pay their salary" that it entitles them to all the random details of the wrestler's life that is fit to know -- and some that is not. It's the same with actors in movies and television, recording artists,... anyone that makes their living in the entertainment industry. What the fans want to know!

Ahhh secrets! Well here's a little nugget of random and idle information that perhaps the average wrestling fan hasn't thought to ask, but then again, if you're a Jamie Dean fan you're automatically anything but average. Still, this little tidbit of scuttlebutt might find interesting:

It's not easy being Jamie Dean.

Go ahead and take a closer look. Ask him, if you have a mind. In many cases, Jamie fits the mold of the prototypical homosexual in many ways: he's immaculate with his home as well as his body, loves fashion and shopping and enjoys sex -- especially that last part. He's donated to charities that cater to the gay lifestyle, and marched in his fair share of parades waving a rainbow flag. But in other ways, he's not so much what you might expect: he will be one of his own lifestyle's harshest critics in some ways...



Interview 2014:

Jamie: I love being gay, it's just a big part of who I am. If it wasn't, then I'd just be some weird guy who liked getting freaky with other men! But sometimes gays will turn absolutely anything into a cause, even when it's not! Like if a straight actor is cast in a gay role in the movies, they'll bitch and moan that a gay actor didn't get the part. Never minding the fact that this straight actor may have been best for the role and the gay actor can't perform -- pun intended. All they care about is the so-called principle.

He shook his head with his chocolate brown eyes wide-eyed.

Jamie: Only, there isn't one.



Jamie is also different from the average professional wrestler when it comes to his fans. Oh don't get us wrong: he loves his fans and even the most hated wrestler probably feels a tingle in his nethers when asked for an autograph. Jamie, however, will also go that extra mile when out clubbing after a show and invite a fan to have a drink with him and chat and hang out, whereas most of his peers want to keep to their own private social cliques, namely each other.

But as we said, it's not as easy being this fun loving party boy as one might think, and it's why we're casting a brief reflection upon him when he is busy preparing for what would be his toughest match to date in just over a week. His mind should be focused on a match where steel chairs, thumbtacks and barbed wire will all be legal, but like everyone else, he has his problems. Away from the professional wrestler and party boy exterior, people tend to forget that Jamie Dean is just like them.

He's only human.

Jamie has problems. He has hopes and fears, and days where he just wants to be left alone and tell people to get out of his face. It's all a part of being just that, human. But he's also got a reputation for hiding his feelings better than most. With as difficult an upbringing as he's had (you'll see more of that in future flashbacks), he'd felt compelled over the years to depend mainly on just himself, and not to let others see his moments of weakness. He could be in terrible pain or in the roughest of down moods, and you wouldn't know it by looking at him.

Perhaps that's why as of late, Jamie's proverbial wall inside was starting to crumble. You were probably aware over the past number of weeks, Jamie acting a bit out of sorts where one Samantha 'Sam' Marlowe was concerned. Here Miss Marlowe was seen by many as one of the nicest people to have ever entered the sport of professional wrestling, and Jamie had been treating her with a rough, indifferent manner. Of course, he'd say that it was because he saw her as a "Girl Scout with boobs" (his words, not mine), and because of how she virtually ignored him and his welfare after his and Ben's brutal attack at the hands of Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson, but if you knew him, really knew him, you'd see it as a smoke screen for something more serious that he was trying to keep buried deep.

So allow us, if you will, to take you on a bit of a journey into the not-so-distant past. Just after the fifth annual Blaze of Glory extravaganza in Phoenix, and right before the first stop in the tour of Japan in Nagasaki. You remember that particular edition of Climax Control, don't you? Sure you do! That was the show that pretty much kick started this whole rivalry between the World Tag Team Champions, Jamie Dean (star of this here promo) and his partner Ben Jordan, and the two men whom they defeated for those very titles; Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson. It was the show where the champs had intended to celebrate their victory and first title as a team (and Jamie's first title period), when they were brutally attacked with steel chairs and barbed wire baseball bats, courtesy of a pair of sore losers.

Of course, there are some who might argue that the rivalry started the night where Team BJ bested the Monstimals for the vacant titles in the first place, but no. That would just make Raab and Samuel seem embittered, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

Insert eye roll here.

So here we are, in Nagasaki, at the Richmond Hotel. The room in particular was a small one, but comfortable and more than just a hint fancier than Jamie was prepared for -- but that was one of the perks of being a champion in Sin City Wrestling; you got some sweet digs where it counted. Pretty much the entire main room was taken up by the comfortable bed, and at its right against the wall was a small oval desk before a sofa, and a shelving unit with a lamp. Directly opposite of the foot of the bed, embedded in the wall, was a flat screen television. It was the middle of the night, just past 3 am if you want to be precise, and the snow-white comforter was in a complete disarray. A bed that had obviously been slept in but disheveled at this time of morning?

If you know Jamie like we do, there would be assumptions to be had, but alas, there was no juicy gossip to be had here. Since he had left Pacific Palisades in California, Jamie had lamented that he had nobody to play with when he went to bed, his erstwhile companion, Justin Halliwell, still in California with work-related commitments that could not be ignored.

The sound of the shower was gentle, but by the time we had joined this scene, it had been going on for roughly twenty minutes, give or take. The bathroom door was wide open, and the steam trailed out gently and dissipated into the cool, night air -- the window of his ninth story room open as wide as it was safely able. The shower shut off, and mere moments later, the man of the moment stepped out from the bathroom and into the main living area, drying himself off without a care to the world.

Hey! He's nine stories up and if you're going to use your naughty imagination to picture him naked, well good on you! And should someone with a telescopic lens on a camera be able to sneak a snapshot... well you don't expect Mister Dean to be embarrassed by the fact, now do you?

Grasping a robe from the hook by the sink, Jamie slipped the soft material over his body and fastened it closed with the belt around the waist. He hung the towel up carefully on the sink and wandered over to the open window. Resting his hands on the sides of the window frame, Jamie gazed out into the night sky of Nagasaki and drank in the city's lights as he basked in the chilled, night air.

If truth were to be known, Jamie had trouble sleeping, which was why he was standing up at this hour as opposed to laying in that comfy bed, unconscious. Small wonder why; it would have been almost noon in California. The time difference was going to mess up quite a number of sleep schedules until he as well as his SCW peers became accustomed to the vast time difference. He guessed he wasn't the only one awake in their rooms at this time of morning, but he hesitated to go knocking on any doors to see if anyone was up for hanging out and grabbing a bite to eat -- whatever you were to do in Japan at this time when you couldn't sleep.

Jamie frowned, peering over at a window at a neighboring building across the block. He shook his head as a lazy grin spread across his face.

"Well I'll be damned..." He half mumbled to himself. The guy he was watching in the building opposite him was actually standing there, flashing him! Well he might not be able to sleep, but at least he was getting a show! He was getting that warm, tingly feeling 'down there' and had half a mind to crawl under the covers once again and enjoy it, when he casually glanced down, and noticed that the belt had come undone and his robe was wide open. He looked up again at the other building, then huffed in realization.

"Well shit..." He turned away, fixing his robe. Thank god he was alone or else he'd never hear the end of that one!

Jamie took a seat on the sofa and reached for the laptop that was on the coffee table and flipped it open, bringing it to life from it's 'sleep state'. He had hoped that the hot shower would help him to relax and fall back asleep, but he still felt alert so perhaps a little browsing might help him to relax enough to catch a few more hours of sleep. Hell, if Justin were on Skype, maybe they could have some fun with an international cyber 'booty call'! That would certainly exhaust him to the point of needing a nap!

Connecting to the wifi, he noticed that Justin was not available currently on Skype, but someone else was; in fact, he had missed a call from her somewhere during the night when he actually had managed to get a few winks.

"Why not..." He said as he connected to the wifi and just moments later, he was returning a Skype call to one of his few and closest of friends back in the Pacific Palisades, Sandra McMorrow. You perhaps might recall a cameo of hers in one of Jamie's earliest promo appearances, alongside her wife Kathy Daulton. They were a lesbian couple, married since before it was actually legal in the state of California, and to Jamie, they were like second family. Sandra was, in fact, like a mother figure to Jamie, being near twenty five years his senior, and worked alongside of both him as well as Justin at AKBAR. Proving her toughness, while Jamie and Justin worked behind the bar, Sandra was usually found on the back patio as the club's only female bouncer. More than once she had busted a few heads to break up a fight or toss a drunk out onto the pavement when they got too rowdy for the club's tastes.

After mere moments of the call 'ringing', it was picked up and the jovial face of his 'second mama' came onto the screen.

"Hey sweet pea!" Sandra called out with a smile, making use of the affectionate nickname Jamie had earned for his fun and giving nature, as well as his baby face as she called it. She took her trademark cigar from between her lips and dashed the ashes off the screen, but her smile never left her face at the sight of one of 'her kids' "I thought you'd be asleep! What time is it over there in Japan?"

"Just after three, I think." Jamie frowned, stealing a glance at the clock on the bedside stand. "I couldn't sleep."

"Well no shit." She chuckled. "You're probably not used to being in a bed by yourself ya little tramp."

A good natured laugh escaped Jamie's lips, giving no credence to the frown he tried to play-act on his handsome face. "Hey!" He protested. "I haven't been a little tramp in months! Kind of hard to be when you're working on the whole commitment thing."

Sandra could only smile at this, or strangely enough, at least attempt to. Jamie was, as mentioned before, one of her kids, but then again, so was Justin. She had known them both before they had met each other, and watched as their flirtatious friendship had slowly blossomed into something a little stronger over time, thus winning a bet with her wife. It was Sandra, in fact, who introduced the pair, thinking they'd be good for each other. Both had a bad habit when young at playing the field, but she believed the two's chemistry would draw them together and prevent anything bad from possibly happening as was wont to occur in the gay lifestyle when reckless sex was practiced.

Sandra looked around on the screen, as if she were trying to see around Jamie's hotel room.

She said, "Well c'mon! Give us a tour!"

"Oh, sorry!" Jamie laughed. As Sandra called out to Kathy to come quick, Jamie unplugged the laptop from its power cord and picked it up, standing up in the process. He began by turning to the window so the two ladies now on screen could get a look see at the skyline and he heard Sandra's wife, Kathy...

"That view is fucking beautiful!"

Jamie simply walked around the hotel room, silently enjoying this light hearted moment. He knew neither Sandra nor Kathy had set foot outside of California in all their years single and as a couple, so this was a bit of living vicariously through him. Once he had finished this brief tour, Jamie walked back over to the sofa and sat down, placing the laptop back down on the coffee table and he leaned back against the cushions, propping his arms on the back of the sofa.

"Thanks for the tour, sweet pea!" Kathy blew him a kiss. "Now close that god damn robe of yours!"

Jamie frowned and looked down, before rolling his eyes. "Shit!" He exclaimed, fastening the belt once again. "This thing has a damn life of its own!"

The two women on-screen laughed and Kathy waved goodbye before vanishing off-screen. Sandra, the impish smile on her round face, could only shake her head and say, "I think she was secretly hoping she'd get to see that partner of yours, Ben Jordan."

"That would have been nice!" Kathy was heard shouting from off-screen, prompting Sandra and Jamie both to break into hysterics.

"I swear to God...!" Jamie finally calmed himself. "Kathy's one of the biggest lesbians I know and if she thinks Ben is hot, there'll be no stopping that sex appeal he has!"

Sandra just chuckled silently, knowing well enough that true, Ben Jordan was an appealing and fine figure of a man, but her wife was simply a fan. Jamie then tilted his head forward, getting a better glance at this beloved woman and noticed for the first time since this call started, that she was sporting a bit of a shiner on her cheekbone.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, and she practically blew off his question.

"Don't worry about it." She answered nonchalantly. "Just had a fight break out at the club last night. Prissy little queen didn't want to leave when he was told so I picked his scrawny ass up and carried him out. He tried to sucker punch me..."

"Some little ass hole hit my Sandra?" Jamie asked with an indignant tone, making this older woman smile with pride. She may have been able to handle herself well in any altercation, but it did not stop the guys who worked there from keeping a protective stance where she was concerned.

"Like I said, don't worry about it. I can handle myself." Sandra flicked more ashes from her cigar off screen, then sighed. It was clear something was on her mind, and she exhaled slowly before looking up to Jamie over the Skype screen. "Look, sweet pea, there's a reason I tried catching you earlier. I needed to talk to you." She then put out the cigar, and sat back in her chair in her apartment, the better to focus. "Actually, I need to tell you something, and it's not good."

"Ohh, I don't like the sound of that." Jamie leaned forward on the sofa, propping his elbows on his knees. "What's wrong?"

Sandra slowly answered, "Well, it's not the easiest subject to bring up. You know I love all my kids, but when one of them does wrong, I feel that need to stick my nose in."

"Sandra..." Jamie shook his head. "You're not exactly filling me with confidence here. What is going on?"

"Well..." Sandra sighed. "Two nights ago... Justin left the club with that Dominque kid who'd been flirting with him the past month."

Jamie stared at the laptop screen. That was all he could do, simply stare. Whatever he had thought Sandra might need to tell him, this wasn't what he might have been prepared for. Maybe one of her 'kids' had been arrested or gotten into a wreck, god forbid, but this? Coming out of the blue...?

"What...?" Jamie started to speak, the only words that made sense. "What are you talking about? Justin wouldn't..."

Sandra interrupted, "Dominque was all over him at work, Jamie." She used his real name, not her nickname, which told him now the topic was taking an all new form of seriousness. This Dominque kid was a cute thing, early twenties, ebony skin and built like a brick shit house, if we are to be perfectly honest. He'd been after Justin for what seemed like forever, ever since the kid started to come to AKBAR, but to date, Justin had always answered his flirtatious mannerisms with a polite rebuff. Of course, more often than not, Jamie was around when this was occurring. With him gone and in another country, he...

No.

"No.." Jamie shook his head, a sick and twisted feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "Justin wouldn't..."

But Sandra knew the best thing to do was get all of this out in the open, so that Jamie could process the truth, the facts, as opposed to allowing him to simply believe his own warped version of it. She interrupted him and said, "Hon, you know Kathy and I live in the same complex as Justin. I saw the two leaving AKBAR after Justin's shift was over, and Kathy told me she saw them go into Justin's apartment. Now I can call her back here to tell you what she saw and..."

"No." Jamie said, leaning back up against the sofa and feeling absolutely miserable. There had to be some other explanation. There simply had to be! "Maybe..." He sat back upright. "Maybe it's not what you think. Maybe..."

Again, he was interrupted, "Jamie, Dominique didn't leave until the next morning. I had gotten up to go to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, and came home just in time to see the little shit climb into his car and drive off."

Jamie's head fell, looking to his lap until he closed his eyes. Sandra waited. He knew she was waiting because that was simply the type of person she was. She had just hit him with a damning piece of news, and was giving him as much time to process it as he needed. Slowly, he brought his head back up and Sandra felt her heart break as she could see the misty tell-tale sign of the threat of tears that Jamie was fighting so hard to restrain against.

"Well," He shrugged. "I guess I can't really have the right to be hurt or angry." He looked back at the screen. "It's not like we ever made a formal commitment."

"Bullshit!" Sandra barked in reproach. "Anyone who knew you two knew that there was a spark between your asses! Whether it was spoken or just implied, there was a commitment there!"

"Was." Jamie chuckled without any mirth at all behind it. "I guess that makes for an accurate definition." His gaze had been lost somewhere off screen before he looked to her with a frown. "Sandra, I know you well enough to know you don't let things like this just go. What'd you do?"



There was the sound of a heavy knock on the apartment door at the Desert Cove apartments. Justin emerged from the kitchen, figuring maybe Dominique had forgotten something behind and was using that as an excuse for round two? He walked across his small front room to the door of his second story apartment and once he opened the door, his face froze as it wasn't Dominique standing on his door step. It was...

"Sandra!" He said. "What are you doing here so early?"

And he got his answer in the form of a stinging slap right across his face with enough force to knock him back against the door frame...!



"Ma..." Jamie shook his head, making use of the affectionate nickname many of the boys at AKBAR had gifted her with. After all, she was like a mother to many of them, Jamie included. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Like hell." She grumbled from her end, picking her cigar back up and chomping down onto the end. "He tried lying right to my face about the whole thing right to my face."

Jamie opened his eyes and frowned, knowing now the situation back home was serious. if there was one thing you didn't do with "Ma", it was lie to her -- about anything.

She pulled the stogie from her lips and nodded her head with an expression that was dead serious and spoke, "I told him if he didn't tell me the whole truth, I'd beat it out of him."

And she would have to. And god help Justin if he fought back, or tried to. He'd have Kathy on his back and most of the AKBAR staff as well. But that was moot. This news ... it was more than Jamie thought he could handle, having caught it from out of nowhere. It had settled in his heart which felt like it had fallen into his stomach and just rotted there. After everything he had done for Justin, especially when the aftermath of Sean Jackson's attack on him... Jamie had taken care of him, helped pay his medical bills...

"You okay sweet pea?"

Her show of concern broke Jamie from out of his self loathing and he looked back up to her -- and shook his head.

"No." Was all he could find it within himself to say. I ... I need to go."

Sandra could just nod. Most others she might be more worried for under such circumstances, but not Jamie. Despite his immature antics, he had a strong disposition. He wouldn't go do anything reckless. "Go." She said. "Get some sleep, and call me tomorrow, okay?"

"It is tomorrow." Jamie smiled, despite himself.

Sandra pointed the cigar in between her fingers at him accusingly and said, "Don't be a smart ass." Before she extended her fingertips to the computer, and the call was ended. Jamie slowly, almost painfully, stood up from the sofa and shut the laptop. He quietly walked around the bedside, unfastening his robe and letting it slowly fall to the floor. He crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers back over his body. He reached over and switched off the bed stand light, bringing the room back into darkness, making the attempt to go back to sleep.

It was all he felt he could be capable of doing at this point...



"You'll forgive me, won't you, for taking a little intermission here? You see, every so often in these promos, we have to take what we call a shoot break, and focus away from ourselves and more on the actual point behind this whole drama filled world of professional wrestling; that being our opponents. In this case, Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab, aptly called the corny name of the Monstimals, but I digress."

"You might look at this as something of a rematch, because Ben and I are certainly familiar with Raab and Samuel, aren't we? It wasn't all that long ago that we met each other in Phoenix for the vacant World Tag Team Championship, and we all know what the end result of that match was, don't we? Yes we do! BAM! Team BJ, the brand new champions! THAT'S RIGHT! Ben should have just passed that second belt over to me and skipped the middle man, rather than vacate the titles. It would have saved us a lot of trouble, but there was something incredibly satisfying at leaving the ring with the gold, and at the expense of two so-called monsters who thought we never stood a chance."

"That's where we bring the opposition into this, because Raab and Sammy apparently aren't mature enough to handle a loss dealt them. I guess I can understand that, in a way. I imagine I'd be pretty embarrassed if I were an established team and I lost to two men who had never teamed before -- especially when the one man hadn't competed in two years! Oooo! Sizzling! That must have stung, huh boys? And just like a couple of candy ass bullies who are used to pushing their way through life and getting whatever they want, the first time someone stands up to them and knocks them down, they whine and cry and can't handle it to the point they go on the attack!"

"Really boys, a chair and baseball bat with barbed wire? THAT'S your answer to losing to Team BJ? Why not just lock yourselves into a dirty bathroom stall (again) and screw each others brains out (again) in consolation, because all that attack proved was that you can't handle a fight without stacking the deck in your favor. You can't fight like a man, so you fight like a pair of bitches in heat, grabbing whatever you can get your hands on. I mean, that IS why we're heading into Tokyo in a Hardcore match, am I right?"

"This isn't going to be just any ordinary rematch. I mean, all Ben and I have seen since we won the gold is Lord Raab this, and Sammy McFanny that! I had Raab after that attack, and the little bitch had to go and get himself disqualified because he didn't have the balls to pin my shoulders to the mat! You think you're big and bad, Raab? You think you're some kind of monster that demands respect and fear? Please! Much as I hate the bastard, Sean Jackson was a hell of a lot more to be worried about than you could ever hope to be! The guy was a liar and a cheat, but he could fight AND he could wrestle, and THAT'S what made him dangerous! You, Raab? All you are is a little boy hiding behind a mask because he doesn't want the world to see his face and see him for what he really is. Raab, you're about as much of a monster as Barney the Dinosaur!"

"But I have to give credit where it's due where Sammy is concerned. We all saw him shaking in his boots and damn near leave a puddle on the floor en route to the ring when he faced Ben, but he stepped up and did it! Ben made the call, and it was answered. Not that I'm actually commending him or saying he's better than Ben -- because he's not. Ben is a two-time World Tag Team Champion and a Triple Crown winner in ACW. Sammy could wrestle for two dozen years and still never achieve the level of stardom that the Cockney King has at this point! So why then was Sammy able to get the fluke win? Simple: Every dog has his day."

"Which brings us to this final round, and hopefully Ben and I will be done with the Monstimals! Sammy did his part, so now Ben and I will do ours. And you know something? We're both okay with this. A Hardcore match for the gold, it's all good. You two probably wanted this because it gave you thought it would give you an overwhelming advantage when Into the Void V rolls around, but much like the neutered dogs that you are, you really don't get it. Ben, we all know damn well he knows how to fight. And while this is out of my area of expertise, if you think I can't take care of myself where it matters, then you are both grossly mistaken. I may not be used to swinging a chair or raking my opponent's face with barbed wire, but I can fight because I've had no other choice! That's what happens when you grow up gay in a conservative little country town like Lima, Ohio. You take care of yourself, because there's a damn big chance that nobody else is going to do it for you!"

"So suck on that boys, because the ironic twist of this match of yours is going to be the reason you're going to lose, and Ben and I will be walking out STILL the champions: a hardcore match doesn't just mean that you boys will be able to rack our brains with whatever weapons you can get a hold of."

"It also means that Ben and I can do the EXACT same thing!"



"Bastard..." Amy Marshall growled between her teeth. If Jamie felt hurt, it was nothing compared to the sheer rage that seemed to be coursing through the body and mind of his best friend in the wrestling industry, one of three whom he had just confided in the secret torment that he had been going through these past number of weeks.

Yes, in case you were wondering, we were back in the present, in the bar in the lobby of the Nishitetsu Inn Shinjuku, where Jamie was staying, alongside his tag team partner. At the table he was seated at as his own, he was joined by Amy, of course, but there was also Ben -- and perhaps surprisingly, Samantha Marlowe, who Jamie asked Ben to ensure she come along as well as she deserved an explanation.

"I'll kill him." Amy shook her head and grabbed the glass in front of her and tossed it in a single gulp. She slammed it back down and fumed, "I'll fucking kill that little bitch!"

Her anger was almost a sense of comfort to Jamie, as Amy was close to Justin, almost as close as she was to Jamie himself. Amy had worked as a celebrity bartender once at AKBAR, alongside of Justin, and when the two men's relationship together started to flourish, Amy had treated Justin like a brother. Hearing this news of a loved one's betrayal ... there wasn't much she could say that could calm her down.

"So that's why you've been acting 'off' these past weeks." Ben observed quietly from where he was seated, his hand wrapped around a bottle of Japanese beer. Ben was a man's man, in ever sense of the words, but he was also one of the nicest guys you could meet and when you were his friend, he had a habit of taking your pain and making it his own. The sympathy on his handsome face for what Jamie was and had been going through was clearly evident, but there was something more going on.

Jamie could just not and utter a half-hearted "Yeah." Before he turned his attention to Sam and sighed, "You didn't deserve any of the shit I'd been giving you hon. Just needed a target and I'm ashamed to admit you were the one that was directly in front of me, so I used it."

Samantha's response was perhaps not one Jamie was expecting, as she simply extended her hand across the table and grasped his own, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Don't worry about it. All's forgiven." She smiled, despite herself. It was just her nature. "I'm just sorry you felt you had to go through all of this alone."

Jamie just shrugged, saying nothing and Ben shook his head. "She's not wrong, mate." He said in his distinctive Cockney accent. "You had us around you, all this time. No reason why you had to shoulder this alone when you had these shoulders here to help ease the burden."

Sam, making an attempt to lighten Jamie's mood, leaned in and smiled as she said hopefully, "Well there's that, and my daddy has a shot gun I'm sure he'd let you borrow."

Jamie chuckled, but responded by shaking his head and he said, "Appreciate it Sam, but the only gun I know how to get to go off doesn't come with a trigger."

Ben smiled, and Amy smirked, while the off-color comeback remark colored Samantha's cheeks to a bright, warm pink. Jamie picked up his near empty glass of rum and downed it, before they stood as a group and scooted back their chairs.

"Anybody else hungry?" ben offered up a suggestion on what to do now that wouldn't involve Jamie doing something reckless and getting drunker than he needed to be at this point. "I actually found a place that sells British food..."

"Christ..." Jamie moaned dramatically. "Haven't I been through enough?"

Ben just made a face at him, then reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced around at the two ladies before he finally brought himself to say, "Listen mate, I should have said this earlier, but I need to place a call right fast. Cancel a bit of a surprise I had intended."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, and Ben shook his head.

Ben said, "I knew our boy here was getting lonely, so a few days ago I called in a couple of favors to get him a bit of a surprise to cheer him up."

"What'd you do?" Amy frowned but wore a smile on her face. "Hire him a hooker?"

"No." Ben blew a breath through his pursed lips. "I sent a plane ticket to fly in..."

"Surprise!"

The call from across the lobby alerted the four and heads turned to spot the smiling figure of Justin at the forefront of the lobby's bar entrance.

"Oh bloody hell..." Ben muttered, knowing his good intentions were about to blow up right in his face as Justin slung his bag back over his shoulder and marched over to meet the four.

"I wasn't supposed to be here for a few days but got time off at work!" He announced. "So I got in a little early and..." And, whatever he was about to say was cut suddenly short by Jamie's fist as it swung forward and connected with his face -- knocking him back and against a table, sending it, Justin and the table's contents scattering to the lobby floor!

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[Christian Underwood]

 We are now in the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 06/03/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 06/04/2016  

[Ben Jordan]

 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.

[Konrad Raab]

 



Backstory. The Monstimals first ever hardcore tag team match. Inferno Wrestling Cold Dawn 2 PPV. 24th March 2016.

It was a match where Lord Raab has been demanding a hardcore match either in a singles match or a tag team match for the last few weeks because of the lack of creativity the wrestlers had in Inferno Wrestling, only that it came true when Lord Raab found out after his last match from Henry Losak on the phone at the time that Chris Night saying that Lord Raab's demands have been listened to have a hardcore tag team match against Hot and Trashy members of Dakota and Montana. Obviously at that point, Samuel hadn't wrestled in over a month, but he had been at a stamina course to improve himself as a wrestler for Raab's sake since he was lacking a lot of it in the ring.

Samuel and Raab were always the last to come in as they stood backstage at the MGM Grand arena in Las Vegas and before they were going to come out, Raab decides to fuck the waiting time because he was fed up of waiting for shit to go down as he flicked his hand to Samuel and they ran straight to the ring before the two ladies of Dakota and Montana got the chance to get in the ring and boom, out of nowhere came Samuel McPherson with an attack behind Montana's back and Lord Raab followed with Dakota as they took a while to get up with Samuel being distracted by Indiana who's Hot and Trashy's manager as it got Montana back into action.

They work their way towards the ringside area before Samuel and Montana get into the ring and fight, while Lord Raab smashes Dakota into things outside of the ring before the bell rang due to having two wrestlers already being in the ring as Montana stomps away on Samuel in the ring as Lord Raab tries to slide into the ring, but Dakota and Indiana grab Raab by his legs as Montana does an elbow drop on Raab's back.

Dakota slides into the ring and goes after Samuel McPherson as they rotate positions before Samuel clotheslines himself and Dakota out of the ring while Montana still attacks Raab's back with her fists before Raab stands up and hooks her around her body to slam her against the turnbuckle corner as he takes a few steps back before he charges in with an body avalanche into the corner of where Montana is as he takes a few steps back with Montana stumbling out of the corner as Lord Raab gives her a powerslam on the mat.

Samuel throws Dakota in the guardrail outside of the ring and he goes underneath the ring to see what he could find and he got out a broom which then he chucks it to Lord Raab, laughing as he picked it up knowing it's quite a weak weapon and then he slams it down on Montana's back as he sweeps around here like he's mocking the gender before swinging the broom to Montana's ribs.

Outside of the ring however is Dakota running behind Samuel and slams him straight to the steel steps with a flying knee to his back, while Raab holds up the broom again inside of the ring and tries to slam it on Montana's back again, but instead Dakota grabs the broom from Raab and then spins him around to kick him in his stomach before she DDT's Raab down on the mat. Montana then gets up, holding up the broom and smashes it on Raab's stomach.

The two sisters begin to work together as pull him up together to take him down with a double Russian leg sweep as they get up to stomp all over Raab until Samuel gets back into the ring as Montana charges towards Samuel, but he throws her back. Dakota hits Samuel with a flying forearm shot, but Samuel still stands there before he pushes Dakota back and hits her with a boot to her face to get her down to the mat.

Montana turns Samuel around to give him some scratches to his face as she low blows him with Samuel falling down to his knees before using the ropes for some leverage and kicks him out of the ring straight towards the floor as both Dakota and Montana work together before Dakota does a suicide dive straight towards Samuel out of the ring. Montana turns back around to see Lord Raab stood up and receives a clothesline by Raab himself. Raab waits no time for Montana to get up as he lifts her up with a military press and then throws her right to the outside on top of Dakota. Everyone but Raab was down as he laughs to have a sick mind going in his head as he slides out the ring and goes underneath the ring to find a wooden board wrapped with barb wire as he lifts it over his head and pushes it into the ring.

Raab gets into the ring to place it in the centre as Samuel suddenly gets up and tosses Dakota right into the ring as Raab goes for a running powerslam on Dakota straight away, but when he does that, Indiana pulls Dakota off from Raab's shoulders and Raab knocks Indiana out of the ring, but he gets kicked in the mid section by Dakota. Dakota was going to attempt to suplex Raab on her own, only Montana decide to join with Dakota to attempt to do a double suplex on Raab, but Samuel comes into the ring and breaks it up as he tosses Dakota out of the ring.

Both Samuel and Raab are now in control as they both grab Montana by her neck and slam her down onto the barb wire boards as they see her body being cut up as Raab goes down on Montana with Samuel making sure that Dakota doesn't get back into the ring for Raab to capture that win after the brutal match for the three count as they walk away from the last ever Inferno Wrestling PPV with huge momentum behind them, thinking they could do this again very soon elsewhere in a different company, maybe with something much bigger on the line.

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Bowling time with Samuel. Tokyo, Japan. Friday 27th May

It was one of those few times that Raab hated to be social and hated most of all of people seeing Raab out in public because the fact that he might have to change after his counselling support kinda freaked him out a bit, but at least he was able to go out with Samuel and do some bowling as of course they couldn't train today since there's a special guest in the gym from a top Japanese wrestling promotion who wanted to train the up and coming wrestlers.

But that's for another day because Raab and Samuel were all alone, even after refusing so many demands to go out, it was a different day for them to be together as they instead played some bowling together on their own as Raab and even Samuel as hard as he is trying to make friends didn't have anyone to hang around with.

Raab was already afraid of being around people every time he went up to bowl because of being judged and most of all, women, but he had to ignore them and just enjoy the thrill of playing bowling at a top rink in Japan as so far the score is saying Samuel is leading Raab by a lot of points due to Samuel's confidence with the public and Raab's lack of it. Half of the time, Raab wanted to walk back to his apartment, but Samuel kept pulling Raab back to bowl.

This time he remembers why he's here and it was the fact that Samuel was his husband and he picked up a ball from the ball stands and he places three fingers in the thing and looks at the pins standing and rolls the ball to knock a few pins down and then picks up the ball again and knocks just one down. He only got seven down as he places his head down and sits next to Samuel as he sits there, wondering how Samuel can go out in public so well without being afraid, even with his autism and before Samuel bowls, Raab speaks.

Lord Raab: “I just can't focus Samuel. I'm afraid of people. I want to go back to our apartment.”

Samuel McPherson: “Naarrp.”

Samuel was obviously listening to Henry on preventing Raab from going back to the apartment as he knew he was running from situations he couldn't handle and it was one of those times as he hated seeing people around him and Samuel got some paper out and starts to write as he gives it to Raab to read and he reads it with words which of course you can't see what they say, but it's certainly given Raab a nod and reminded why he was here for a special reason.

He sees Samuel getting a strike and Raab applauds him, wishing he could get a strike since he hadn't really got any since he's been here and it kind of frustrated him that he's so distracted of his fear of people around him. Raab really disliked Japan because he couldn't go home and run away from his fears, he had to tackle them head on as Samuel writes something else down and this time, you can see what it says.

Samuel McPherson: (Writing) “Ignore people around you and do your best.”

It was that settlement that kinda hit Raab hard to take in as if nobody was here and had to ignore them, but it was really difficult to be around people and had to cope with it because of his anger problems and lack of trust, but he takes a few deep breaths as he attempts to pick the ball up and then closes his eyes and rolls it and he watches it go round and it eventually knocks all the pins down and you see Raab being happy as so was Samuel when he got the strike and it was a hug Samuel embraced and pats him on the back.

Lord Raab: “Thank you. Have no idea how difficult that was to be here and finally getting that strike.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Samuel and Raab had one more turn each and although Samuel has won the game by miles, it was a learning curve for Raab as every time Samuel and Henry went out, Raab always stayed at home to do a lot of training, but it couldn't be done in Japan because of the lack of arrangements they've had around here and Samuel shows Raab how it's done exactly as he gets another strike which meant he get another turn cos it was the last go and he only got a few pins down before Raab steps up and rolls the ball to see what happens, but he only got five down and then the second go was he got two down.

He went to sit back down knowing people are going to laugh at him which funny enough, it seemed like nobody care how the result went and each time people walk past Raab, he cuddle up to Samuel cos he hated people around him and Samuel shakes his head to Raab and stops him and Raab speaks as they sit there for a little bit.

Lord Raab: “Yeah I know. I just can't feel I can ever be seeing myself do this. I know what Henry and the counsellor are saying or the counsellor will say when I go back to America that I need more time outside, but I can't handle it. I know I should, but I can't cope myself in public.”

Samuel listens to Raab as the only thing he could do is nod along with at times writing things down to give Raab a read through since nobody knew until recently, not even Henry or Raab themselves that Samuel was good at writing as he wrote something else down and speaks again.

Lord Raab: “Yeah I do need a lot of work on that, but that's why I'm getting support for it cos I don't ever say this to anyone, but I need a lot of help on meeting new people without losing my god damn temper. I just think about hurting people all the time because in life, it is the only thing that makes me happy.”

Samuel McPherson: “Naarrp.”

Lord Raab: “Well no, you do as well of course, but that's because we are together all the time, but I need to feel confidence in myself on being out in public without you and that will take me a lot of work to do so. I'm just afraid of women most of all an................”

Samuel held his hand as he sees people standing around and he offers them it as they did pay to play bowling and they overheard what Raab said as they got scared and they collected every bits of paper lying around, especially children at that point were there and Samuel sees Raab's run away to the shoe collection before he goes to the toilet to put his shoes on before running out as Samuel places his shoes on after putting the bowling shoes on the counter and puts them on very quickly before leaving the place to see Raab running before turning around to wait for Samuel.

Samuel and Raab did walk back together and Raab turned his mind straight back to something he wasn't afraid of and speaks about it.

Lord Raab: “At least we'll wrestler against Ben and Jamie Dean when we'll take those tag team title belts away from them hardcore style. I remember the time we were in one of those matches which kinda sucked with the team we were facing back in Inferno Wrestling, but this is for something much bigger with the gold in the line, I say we got ourselves a chance to capture that gold in our hands.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “They are the kind of guys nobody wants as their tag team champions as Ben and Jamie aren't a real team. Hell, the only reason why they are spending time together is because of them being tag team champions which is a complete utter joke. We are a real team who live and breathe wrestling and life together twenty four seven. We'll use weapons to knock their fucking heads off.”

In fact talking about wrestling really did cause Raab to be heavily distracted from the crowded people who are walking around the streets of Tokyo at night and it had to be at night they socialise because it was when things were a little more quiet compared to during the day and at least they got different form of exercise than wrestling of playing bowling, but it was something as they walked back to the hired apartment with Henry not looking pleased with Raab as Henry speaks to Samuel.

Henry Losak: “Samuel, I need you to go to your room for a bit as I need to talk to Raab.”

Samuel went to his room, wondering if Raab did something wrong as it wasn't obviously looking good, not from the way Henry looked at him as Raab was getting impatient and he knew he hadn't done anything wrong and speaks.

Lord Raab: “What? I didn't fucking hit anyone.”

Henry Losak: “Oh no, it's not about that. I just had a call from your sister actually regarding about your dad.”

Lord Raab: “Oh great, what does that evil cunt want now?”

Henry Losak: “He really needs to talk to you when you get back from Japan which I told him when he wanted to see you tomorrow, but I said you can't because he's in Japan wrestling at the moment and nobody including his family members are allowed to see him. He obviously accepted that, but he really needs to talk to you something about your twin brother.”

Lord Raab: “HA, like I give a fuck what happens to that prick. You see how fucked he was and I don't just mean me beating the shit out of him in Japan either.”

Henry Losak: “Yeah he wants to talk to you. He's already spoken to your brother giving him a telling off, but he's angry on the incident you've caused to him and his wife. When that day comes, he told me he wants to speak to you alone without us there.”

Lord Raab knew that the time was going to come to confront his father. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he saw him which must be talking a very long time ago, most likely before Markus started wrestling training and Raab got a bit angry, shaking of anger and speaks.

Lord Raab: “Why the fuck you decide to tell me this a week before the title match of all matches? I didn't come home to listen to this bullshit, I'm going in my room.”

Henry Losak; “Because your dad told me to tell you straight away. Did I want to tell you this now? No I didn't because I know it will interrupt your plans of training with Samuel, but it's something you had to know now cos your dad would've phoned me to say if I did or not.”

Lord Raab: “Oh so he finally decides to care after all of those years? Fuck him and my family because Samuel's the only part of family I got left. The others are dead to me. Nice joke Henry, but if you don't mind, me and Samuel need to rest before training tomorrow.”

Henry Losak: “Oh of course I understand resting before training tomorrow is good, but it's not a joke Raab, it's serious shit and when I mean you are in serious shit, you really are. Anyway yes, you go and rest for training tomorrow.”

Raab goes into his room, going from one mood to another as Samuel tries to comfort him, but Raab just wasn't having any of it and he decides not to talk to Samuel about what's on his mind as he gets in bed and goes straight off to sleep, not because he wants to after what Henry told him, but because of wanting to sleep for training meaning he had to just for that as Samuel slept with him, but not being anywhere near Raab.

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Last hardcore tag team training day. Tokyo, Japan. Saturday 4th June.

After weeks of training whether it was one on one training for both Raab and Samuel which has been mostly Samuel all of three weeks ago, normal tag team training like it was a month ago or hardcore tag team training which of course was the case last week and again this week as the match against Ben and Jamie was tomorrow night in Tokyo Japan. In fact, The Monstimals have been very lucky to get in ring time during their stay in Japan with most wrestlers having nothing, but a gym to go to, Henry knew gym work was never enough for Raab to have.

Not when he's someone who trains his ass for matches every single day non stop which has been a major problem for Raab, but it seems to have cope him quite well, even at times with force to go out as he hated no wrestling activity at all, but sometimes it did have to be done as Raab is getting right back to action as they do quite a lot of team work together on using weapons to their advantages like tables and even the barb wire on a wooden board like Henry remembered very well that both Samuel and Raab used in their last hardcore tag team match against Dakota and Montana last time out.

But it was for a much bigger prize this time and what a way to test themselves than to use their favourite type of match against Ben and Jamie which of course a lot of people have no idea that they wanted to prove they are the best hardcore tag team in the world, but they had to do it against them to prove that. Nothing, but training has been on their mind as they even broke glass from the lightbulbs with tables and even bent chairs and trash cans.

Samuel unlike back then had grown to love hardcore wrestling and had grown to love trash cans as he used them more than other weapons in the match as of course they've been hit bad with weapon shots as well from the tag team Japanese team who are just as hardcore as Raab and Samuel are and both teams have signs of blood dripping down from their bodies, using different wrestling moves to get themselves broken and beaten for The Monstimals match for the tag gold.

Of course it was the share brutality both Raab and Samuel love about Hardcore wrestling and they got hit by ladders to their backs as both Samuel and Raab laugh before they got their hands to the steel chair and the barb wire baseball bat to smack them towards their head to get them down as they done over six plus hours of hardcore training, even done some double team moves already with the suplex and the double chokeslams, Powerbomb/double knee backbreaker, even the aided piledriver to their opponents.

Samuel and Raab were always happy when they wrestle together as it felt like nothing could stop them, even if Raab's anger was more than usual after Henry telling him about his dad coming to the house to give Markus a telling off, but the picked up the poor Japanese lad who's battered and broken, considering the amount of fight they've given to Raab and Samuel as Samuel grabs the lad by his throat to chokeslam before Raab gets on his back to plant him down with a backstabber right on the mat as they finished the match with a three count.

Samuel and Raab got out of the ring as Henry stood towards his men after taking a few minutes to sit down and have a bit of a breather as they knew it was their last training of the week that they could do since they had to go back to America on Monday which of course Raab had to prepare himself to take part in his first set of amateur boxing fights and defending his amateur MMA title and of course a father visit on top of counselling and maybe a trip to a hospital to check on his heart was on the case of things to do this month.

But that's for after the match as right now, Henry had to talk to the guys about their match as he looks at each one of his men, drinking their waters as he speaks.

Henry Losak: “I see a lot of great work being done here from the pair of you lately in Japan. I'm glad we've seem to make progress both in the ring for Samuel mostly and especially out of the ring for Raab.”

Lord Raab: “I still hate people.”

Henry Losak: “I know, but this tour just shows that just because you just can't train all the time, you still took the time to go out with Samuel to a restaurant and to play some bowling. I really wish you'd go to a pub.”

Lord Raab: “No fucking way. I don't drink alcohol and I refuse to touch that pussy shit.”

Henry Losak: “Pubs aren't just a place to drink alcohol you know Raab. They do other drinks too, but I understand. Lets talk about wrestling business now.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Even Samuel agreed that this nonsense with the Raab fear in public had to be ignored at this point as it was causing him to be in distress at times, but Henry moves on and speaks about other things.

Henry Losak: “OK guys this is it, you've worked so hard to get yourselves ready for this brutal match and prepare yo.............”

Lord Raab: “Yes I fucking get it Henry. No, I'm sick and tired of being nice to these idiots now. Fuck it, I'm gonna be nasty as fuck to them because we got in the wrestling business to play against the rules. Being nice just got us nowhere last time and it's time to play it into our fucking hands and grab the tag titles we deserve.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Lord Raab: “I've heard the shit Jamie and Ben have been saying and I'm glad you've left me to do most of the talking because I can shit on them since I've been too damn quiet about them recently and it's time I vent that shit out towards those pieces of shits who let my brother in and then Jamie who didn't beat me thinks he won against me when in reality, he failed to get the job done and Ben being a bigger failure on getting the job done too.”

Henry Losak: “I knew that anger would come back and that's why I was hoping the father stuff would get to you because you are right, you've been far too nice to them and it's time to show them we are what The Monstimals are meant to be, dangerous, violent and brutal fucking men wreaking their way to winning the match with weapons and force to capture the tag team titles.”

Samuel and Raab oddly bash their fists together as Raab stands up from the bench and walks to the ring to get a chair and he punches hard on it multiple times, thinking in his mind it's Jamie Dean's head right on it as he speaks again while sitting on the bench with Samuel practising his stomps on Ben Jordan.

Lord Raab: “That's what I'll do to Jamie Dean's thick head and Ben Jordan can go around with that disgusting slut he has along with going to shit football matches, but when it comes down to it, we are a much better and dangerous team on the block as I can't wait to speak the amount of shit I have to say to these pricks tonight to boil down to my veins.”

Henry Losak: “I know Raab and that's why we are going to leave here and focus doing the video for the match as me and Samuel have things to discuss on what he's gonna do in June. I see you later.”

Of course Henry had a few things or two to talk to Samuel about as they've not even spoken much during the Japanese tour apart from wrestling and training and hadn't talked to Raab much either as they got out of the ring and left the ring and the wrestling school they'd been training in for the last few days and left the school to do whatever they need to do.

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Lets get Extreme as a team in Sin City Wrestling ustream.com shoot.

“All you fucking pricks can go around and call us pussies, but the difference is me and Samuel are farther than that. I feel ones who bore themselves out taking part in regular boring matches all the time, not having the slightest of balls to take us on in a hardcore match, something different to ordinary tag matches are fucking pussies. It shows more than anything that people refuse to be actually entertaining with matches. This is the point people make with me and Samuel all the time that we are pussies for using weapons. More like we not. Come on lets face it Ben, we've played by your rules for far too long and you can go around and say we are cowards, but the matter of fact is you were until you finally accepted the match. Henry is right when he said I'm going to be a mean fucking bitch since all this nicey dicey shit isn't the reason why I came into this sport.

In fact, I didn't even get myself attracted to two boring guys wrestling in the ring and do unexpected moves in the ring, that what's turned me away from wrestling. I remember it very well what match attracted me to the sport and that's the fact it was a hardcore match between two guys who made each other bleed to fucking death with using chair shots and all kinds of different weapons to literally wore themselves to a point where they'd go for a pin fall.

That's at least to me what's less boring about the sport and Henry is right that anybody can fucking win a match in a regulars match, happens way too fucking often around here which even Samuel done that job, but how many wrestlers have enough balls to risk their lives in wrestling on a day to day bases of using weapons and being violent to go through with matches they disagree with? Not many, not even my disgusting shitface brother has had many if any matches like this.

Because he has lack of sense that weapons and violence entertains the crowd far more than following the rules to take each other to the limits to pin someone. How boring that is and I heard someone saying in a different company how bad guys get more noticed by doing something bad. Hello, that's where me and Samuel come in you fucking idiot. You just make impacts by promising to the crowd and making all lovey dovey to that stupid bitch Sam Marlow.

Whoops, I shouldn't insult a woman like that with my counselling support, but what the heck you know. I'm bored of respecting the shit out of you because that has come to an end now which done absolutely nothing for me or Samuel here. In fact, I bet you and Jamie Dean for that matter are shaking in your boots of fear right now of this type of environment which you boys lack understanding that this match was made not because of it suiting mine and Samuel's style.

Partly it's to do a lot with promoting the tag team division which is something you tried to do, but failed to show the world there's more than just normal matches that attracts people to a division like the hardcore match for an example and it's partly to do with the fact it needed a change of pace around here. I can't see why you are afraid of this match Ben and lets get into Jamie Dean's fluke win in a bit cos obviously you are gonna say oh Raab couldn't beat Jamie Dean. Actually I could, but I decided to DQ myself to show the lack of fear I have towards hitting women.

I could get a short time suspension for it, but why do I give a fuck considering it still won't stop me from wrestling. You are a fucking idiot and this is all coming from some football fan which most football thugs use weapons to hit one another in the streets. Man, how I'd love to go to that Millwall and Burnley game afterwards to see the fans kick off because they have more balls than you do any day of the week so for you to refuse to grow into a wrestler who's a fan of football to do football fan thuggish things makes you a double time loser.

Jamie Dean, the prick who thought he beat me. Sorry, but you didn't because the only time you and Ben did was in the tag team match. I don't get your logic of saying how Sean Jackson has more guts than me. Actually he didn't you thick brainless prick, he never had the balls to challenge me to a match face to face. I can beat you on my own without any problems because you and Ben Jordan are fucking jokes.

I'm sorry, but you both treat this sport like it's some sort of circus act. How is it that I'm scared of you when it was simply about changing the life of the tag team division as I explained earlier? Na, you both are just fucking brainless idiots who share the same logic of fear just because we couldn't beat you first time around. Well beating a bunch of idiots who clearly don't want to be apart of the tag team division any more in a regular match is not even a challenge. I've already pin pointed that, but you are just here for show rather than being a man and admit you've wrestled in brutal matches like this one. In fact, I've never seen you or Ben train for matches which is what me and Samuel have been doing every single day except Tuesdays and Fridays.

That's not the point because it just shows your lack of commitment and instead go out with your fucking buddies to hang out and drink. Very rarely do me and Samuel go out and do that shit because I hate being in public with people looking at us and most of all, hate fucking women. What is it with you men and being with fucking women around here? Apart from Steve, is there nobody else not afraid to knock women off their heads and I say I'd love to see more matches of men facing against women in this ring.

Why? Because it will show the real hatred I have for women. I hate men too don't get me wrong hence why I was born to do what I do on making bitches like yourselves suffer in so much pain that both of you will love a lot. Of course Samuel too will make a living out of hardcore matches too and I'm not entirely sure if he has the same reason, but you can't really blame him for that. Good guys get cheered because they do nothing wrong and kissing ass towards the fans and owners is not what attracts the fans.

It's what me and Samuel do, beating the life out of you both which is the reason why for our attraction to the sport. Name me one sport where you can beat people with weapons? There isn't one and that takes the logic away of why me and Samuel are in wrestling for to hurt people and attempt to put you both on the stretcher. Basically the fact is me and Samuel don't care if butt hurt wrestlers like yourselves cry because you think we are too scared to take you head on, but if we were, we wouldn't be having this match now would we?

No because using weapons to smash your fucking lights out for the tag team titles is what brings people to watch this tag team match and I still haven't had anybody name me a match where hardcore rules in a tag match setting has been done in SCW because of course, this hasn't been done before. Another company didn't have this before either, but we went out there and got the job done against a female team, but this of course is much bigger because it's about the titles The Monstimals have no problems ripping away from.

Especially when one is still licking his wounds from a loss from Samuel and the other is too stupid to think he's being nothing more than a joke to hang out with his buddies doing stupid karaoke singing shit which you fucking suck at and being an circus act. See none of you would step up and that's what happens with The Monstimals proving to be the best hardcore tag team in the world by taking you jokes on using weapons to fuck me and Samuel up.

It does nothing for us to get hurt because we are used to the pain and this anger I have inside of me just shows a special taste of how bad Samuel and I need to win the tag team titles. We need them so I can go and defend the belt against other teams and going for the Internet belt before I leave SCW and well as of Samuel, lets say we'll see what happens with that.

Anyway the point is we are going to fuck you both up so bad that you won't be able to stand after we've demolished you in the ring and destruction of the pretty boys comes to a fucking end of being in so much pain that you'd force yourselves to be pinned by The Monster and The Animal, showing the true meaning of The Monstimals power because it will end the reign of Ben and Jamie's tag titles and bringing back the side of Raab and Samuel that the world should've seen at the beginning.

We want those titles more than ever before and with being this no DQ's or rules match, it just simply is the matter who can survive and deal with this smashing, brutalising violence I've laid within me and Samuel who's beginning to enjoy a lot of hardcore wrestling. Of course we aren't just using steel chairs and barb wire baseball bats. We can use anything we damn please, even some glass lightbulbs, but it doesn't matter what me and Samuel do because we are simply using this match to prove that we are deserving of those tag team titles and smash the fuck out of you both for us to either pin you or squeal in pin so bad that one of you party boys would tap out.

Because everything changes tomorrow night where me and Samuel will become the tag team champions because we worked too damn hard to get here with our style fitting us and changing the world of the tag team division as well that it doesn't have to be just normal matches, it can be in a steel cage match too. See so many possibilities people are missing out, but nobody sees that because they see as a benefit to us which yes it does, but we wanted to change things within SCW to make it great again.

Make it so great that even hardcore addicts like myself would want to team up to do things like this hardcore match or any other match. You can't go wrong, but that would totally change when me and Samuel become tag team champions because when we do, we'll be the ones calling the shots and we'll be the ones calling for what type of matches we want and there'll be far less of the regular same old matches and more different types of matches for the tag gold. Tomorrow night Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean, your tag reign will die as you'll prepare yourselves to be completely destructed by the new tag team champions The Monstimals.”