Inside the Havana home of Ben Jordan, the living room very much changed from before. The walls are now painted red with a white trim around the top, as the camera focuses on a newly installed fireplace, with a see through guard covering it. Lit up tinsel wraps itself around the shelf above the fireplace, lights reflecting off the sparking strands. The camera moves back to see a circled reef above the fireplace, pinned on the red wall, with the same tinsel and light design as the shelf decoration. The camera moves out further to show frames around a door painted bright white, as well as a bookshelf to the left. The floors are seen as shiny wooden. A slight turn of the camera sees Ben Jordan standing on a chair, next to a tall looking Christmas tree. Ben is wearing a pair of grey camouflage combat shorts, and light blue buttoned up, short sleeved shirt. He turns his face towards the camera. Soft Christmas music plays in the background.
Ben: 'Ello people, it's December, feeling festive yet?
Ben winks towards the camera.
Ben: Yep, I'm up a ladder, doing the decorating malarkey, because let's be honest, I'm going to me second home in Canada tomorrow, and won't have time to do all this stuff after I scrape ol' TNA off me boots.
Ben moves his attention to the tree, pulling out the branches.
Ben: Used to love Christmas when I was a nipper. The whole family gathered in me old man's boozer, the smell of turkey wafting through the gaff, laughs, jokes and uncle Joe crashing out in the corner. Could whack it.
Ben turns his face back to the camera.
Ben: It's what it's all about, being with the family. My family, well, they all grew up ya know, had kids and started their own traditions, which makes me glad I got another family, my wrestling family, the guys and girls that hang out in SCW. Alright, so there's no traditions there, other than either Hot Stuff or Christian picking up a bar tab after the last show of the year, but it's good to know I will be around them.
Ben quickly jumps off the chair, moving around and moving around the branches at the bottom, pulling out lights from lower down.
Ben: I remember the first time I learned about the whole wrestling family thing, right there in ACW in Canada. Oh yeah you remember, that's where we started. It was a wonderful time where we were like a big old dysfunctional family, but it was a bond that couldn't be changed.
Ben moves away from the tree, pulling over a bag, and reaching in, taking a box out and placing it under the tree.
Ben: Was a great time. Then last year, I was with Emz in a bloody expensive Christmas, and it was just the two of us. I've had worse.
Ben reaches in the bag again, taking out more white paper wrapped boxes and arranging them around the first.
Ben: But this year, it's time for a brand new tradition for me. I'ma walk around in a pair of shorts, eat pizza, drink a few beers and have a laugh on me Jack Jones.... That means on me own non Cockney people... but that will only be a present to me, if I beat that tosser at December to Dismember III.
Ben turns back towards the camera and looks at it with a grin.
Ben: Looks like I'll be having a very happy Christmas because that's what I plan on doing.
Ben reaches in to the bag and pulls out more presents, arranging them around the others at the base of the tree as the music changes to Slade - Merry Christmas Everybody. Ben can't help but grin.
Ben: Bloody love this song, with great lyrics.... Look to the future now, it's only just begun... My future is what I want it, but first, I'm gonna look at the present.
Ben picks a present out of the bag and points at it with a grin. He shrugs his shoulders.
Ben: Too cheesy?
He rolls his shoulders back as he places the present down with the rest.
Ben: My present is Canada and you Travis. Just then, that's when this good old festive mood will stop for a bit, and I will take care of what I gotta, and that my old son, will be a gift to the fans, cause they want me to smack you around son. They want me to give them the gift of watching you cry like a little girl in the ring. Who am I to disappoint the lovely people of what they want for Christmas?
Ben reaches for another bag, placing more presents around the tree before standing up and looking at the tree. He nods in approval before moving to a plug socket and hitting a switch, the tree instantly lights up. Ben picks up the bags and moves away with them and throws them off camera.
Ben: Perfect.
He quickly picks up a remote control and hits a button, causing the fire to light up.
Ben: And now a picture for social media.
He reaches in to his pocket and lifts a phone out. He hits the buttons on the front and holds up the phone, quickly taking a shot of the scene that's before him.
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He smiles to himself as he taps a few buttons.
Ben: There ya go Twitter.
Ben turns around to face the camera.
Ben: Next step, Canada. I'll see you soon people.
Ben winks at the camera as the scene fades out.
Outside Albert at The Bay Suite, Ottawa, Canada. A light dusting of snow falls from the Canadian sky, covering the floor as a car pulls up outside the main door, slowly coming to a stop. A door man moves towards the car and opens the door and Ben Jordan steps out in a very different attire than his usual dress, this time wrapped up in a thick looking jacket, with a wool hat on his head, accompanying his blue jeans and pair of black gloves. He moves behind the car as the driver join him and opens the boot. Ben reaches in and pulls out a suitcase before nodding at the driver to shut the back of the car. He moves towards the door to the hotel and the door man opens it for him. Ben moves inside, carrying the suitcase with him. He stands just inside and shakes his head, the gathered snow from his minute outside falls from his head. He mutters to himself.
Ben: I love Canada but I sure as hell don't miss the weather.
Ben shudders as he moves towards the reception desk, looking at a young receptionist behind the counter.
Receptionist: Good afternoon sir, do you have a reservation?
Ben: I bloody hope so sweetheart, or I've come a long way for nothing. It's under the name Ben Jordan.
The receptionist quickly types Ben's name in to a computer before looking up at him.
Receptionist: Ah, here it is. Wait, are you that Ben Jordan? The wrestler.
A smile crosses Ben's face as he nods.
Ben: I am, I'm that fella that no one seem to have a clue about what I'm banging on about.
The receptionist looks at Ben blankly before smiling at him.
Ben: As I've just proved.
Receptionist: Uh, yes sir.
The receptionist moves away from the front of the desk and reaches back and pulls a key card off the shelf, before nodding towards a bell boy who runs over.
Receptionist: You're in room 204 Mr Jordan.
She turns her head to the bell boy.
Receptionist: Take Mr Jordan's bag to room 204 please.
Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a bank note before handing it to the man.
Ben: As long as you can get in the room son, just leave it inside, that would be cushdy mate. After flying from Havana, this geezer needs a pint.
The man tips his hat towards Ben before reaching for him bag and moving away with it
Ben: Can't whack the service here.
Receptionist: Mr Jordan, I know it's unusual to ask...
Ben: Selfie?
The receptionist nods her head.
Receptionist: How did you know?
Ben: You'd be surprised how much I'm asked for selfies these days darling. The amount of selfies I get asked for is giving Drake a run for his money for man of the people.
Ben quickly looks at the camera.
Ben: Sorry mate, couldn't resist.
The woman reaches below the desk and pulls out a phone. She hits a button and brings up the camera. Ben leans across the desk and the woman leans in closer. Ben gives a quick thumbs up as the woman take the snap. Ben moves away and stands up straight.
Receptionist: Thank you.
Ben: Welcome darling, now the bar?
The woman points to the right of Ben who nods and picks up his room card before wandering off, walking in to a bar area and quickly walks towards the bar and in front of a barman.
Ben: Bottle of beer please mate.
The barman nods his head and wanders off. He returns with a bottle and places it on the bar. Ben holds his room card.
Ben: Just charge it to there.
The barman nods as Ben picks up the bottle of beer and places it to his lips. He turns his head as he hears a raised voiced. Glaring at a man in his forties, Ben notices a tag on his shirt that says manager. The manager is with a younger man, the manager clearly not happy.
Manager: What are we meant to do? The guy playing Santa was meant to be here an hour ago! I have a conference room of impatient children!
Ben looks at the camera, tilting his beer.
Ben: You can see what's about to happen, can't ya?
Ben raises a hand to the manager.
Ben: 'Scuse me mate....
Fifteen minutes later, Ben Jordan sits on a golden sleigh behind a red velvet curtain, Ben dressed in a red robe at hat, a thick white beard rests underneath his chin.
Ben: Told you, you could see where this was going.
Ben winks at the camera as the manager appears.
Manager: Thank you so much Mr Jordan, you have literary saved the day.
Ben: No problem, I've been like Superman once or twice before.
Ben flashes a quick wink to the camera.
Manager: Are you ready?
Ben: Just gimme a minute mate.
Ben clicks his fingers and the manager freezes in place.
Ben: Now's a good a time as any to break out the ol' promo people. I'm dressed as ol' Saint Nick, so this one might get laden with Christmas song titles, lyrics and maybe a Christmas pun or two... and maybe a Jamie Vardy quote, you people don't know who he is but don't worry, some will get it. Anyways.
Ben clears his throat.
Ben: How we all doing people?
Ben turns his ear towards the camera, before turning back to face it.
Ben: I must sound like a broken ol' record every time you see me, cause I keep talking about Frosty the snowman himself, the very cold man that is Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Oh dear God, the geezer just don't shut up, does he? I mean it's like a constant grating, like nails on a chalkboard, the geezer whines so damn much it's not even funny. Seriously, I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.
Ben holds up two fingers.
Ben: Two in one little paragraph, not bad.... Anyway, all I want for Christmas is for you Travis, to just hush up mate, you're proper giving my arse a headache with your constant ranting. I should actually play poker with you, cause you're the worst bullshitter I've ever seen in me entire life, it's not even funny. We all get it and I feel like I'm repeating meself when I rabbit about you, but honestly, we get that you're jealous cause you're a bit of a Billy No Mates, we get that you are incapable of maintaining any kinda friendship with anyone on the planet, but seriously mate, do ya have to take it out on the popular kids? Seriously, how did you spend last Christmas?
Ben holds up three fingers and smiles.
Ben: Lemme guess, on your own, wishing Santa Claus had come to town to bring you a few friends?
Ben hold up four fingers.
Ben: Is it because you never had the brotherhood I do with my fellow ACW people? Is this why you choose to lash out at me? That's fine and all mate, but I see a problem with this, that you haven't even thought of, that you didn't research enough. Where was ACW born?
Ben looks around.
Ben: Have ya clocked it yet genius? It was born in Canada, where the hell are we? Oh yeah, Canada! What you've basically done is called me out for December 2 Dismember III, you've laid down the challenge for me to renounce ACW, where? In ACW's backyard! What a donut you really are! You've given me home advantage, because these people want me to do it for a company they took to heart. You've just dipped ya toe in acid here son, you've made a really bad call. People here are gonna be screaming for Drake, they're gonna be screaming for Simon, they're gonna be screaming for Guns For Hire and they will be screaming for me. None of us are gonna wanna let down the fans who helped make our name. We're gonna wanna do it for them and by god will we do it for them. People will be rockin' around the Christmas tree this entire holiday after I beat you.
Ben holds up five fingers.
Ben: I promise, I'll stop these ol' Christmas puns soon.... Maybe. Anyway, you've made a proper mistake here Travis by wanting me to stop being what I am, to make me stop being ACW through and through, cause trust me son, that ain't gonna happen, I will always be ACW and that will kick me up the arse to push on. To quote Jamie Vardy... and feel free to Google him, chat shit, get banged.
Ben can't help but smile.
Ben: Roughly translated Travis, if you talk as much bollocks as you do, you get smacked around and God knows, you've chatted more shit than any bloke I've ever met. I've heard babbling kids talk much more sense then you ever have. Fact is Travis me ol' mucker, you've bit off far more than you can chew and trust me son, you're about to choke big time.
Ben rubs his hands together.
Ben: Right, time to go do something Travis never has and entertain a crowd. I will see ya in a bit mate.
Ben pulls up the Santa beard and clicks his fingers, causing the scene to unfreeze. He looks at the manager.
Ben: Alright mate, open the curtain.
The manager nods to someone off camera and the curtain opens. Screams of excitement are heard as Ben waves his hand, looking at the children around him. His eyes quickly jump to a familiar face... The face of Despayre.
Ben: Ah crap.
Despayre: SAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTA!
Ben quickly glances towards the camera as Despayre charges towards him.
Ben: Bet ya didn't see that one coming.
The scene fades as Despayre charges through the crowd and towards Ben.
