A full sized mirror is seen and a pair of legs are seen at the bottom, silver suit pants and black shoes are seen. The camera moves up a male body to see a tucked in black shirt and hanging silver jacket before going up to show the male face as Ben Jordan. Ben flicks his hair back and straightens his shirt collar as he looks in the mirror, looking behind himself at the camera.
Ben: When ya showing that shot, put in some banging music, something like Let's Ride by Kid Rock or something.
Ben clears his throat and turns around.
Ben: How are we today people? We good? Blinding. What a cracking two weeks it's been, eh? Life of a champion is a little bit crackers to say the least, but I did have a little bit of time where I could just relax and be a bit of me back home this week, and I let these lovely people follow me. Wanna see what I got up to? Roll it.
The sounds of "Get Ready" by The Temptations is heard playing through a bar. A long brown bar is seen with a very well stocked back bar and columns running from the bar to the ceiling. Bar stools filled by customers rest around the bar. The camera spins to see tables and chairs filled with people. The camera moves around to show the customers wearing clothes dating back to the sixties. The camera cuts to outside the building where the voice of Ben Jordan is heard.
Ben: Ok Ben, you look like a right tit, but it's Motown night, you're back in London, you're celebrating the title win around friends and family. You can stay dressed like this for a while.
A deep breath is heard as a hand is seen pulling open a door and the inside of the building is seen. The camera switches to the front of the door as Ben steps in, dressed in a long brown, all in one suit, afro, fake moustache, high heeled white platformed shoes and sunglasses, almost unrecognizable.... think this....
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Ben moves in to the bar, but is instantly called by the barman, causing Ben to nod at him as he moves closer to the bar.
Ben: Hello Nige mate.
The barman, now known as Nigel moves closer to Ben, reaching his hand out and shaking Ben's hand.
Nigel: I knew that was you Ben!
Ben: And there's me thinking no one's gonna know it's me dressed like this. How ya doing Nige?
Nigel: I'm all right! Fosters?
Ben nods towards Nigel who pulls up a glass and putting it under the Foster's tap and pouring up a pint of the Australian lager. After a few seconds, he places the beer in front of Ben.
Ben: Start a tab Nige, have a few on there yourself mate.
Nigel: Thanks Ben and congratulations on your title win. Where is it?
Ben wraps his fingers around the glass, lifting it from the bar.
Ben: Can't bring it down here on a night like this, people would nick the gold plate while I was distracted. Will bring it down here tomorrow.
Nigel nods as Ben turns around, seeing a group of four men standing at the end of the bar, not joining in with the fancy dress concept. Ben moves through the crowd, standing behind them.
Ben: I see you lot got in the spirit of things.
The trio turn around.
Ben: Sparky, Tone, Rob. Daz. Nice to see ya again.
Tony: Fucking hell Ben! Is that you under all that shit?
Ben nods as Tony puts his hand out, shaking it before hugging Ben. Ben turns to the other three and hugs them.
Ben: Yeah lads, somehow I found my way back to the Island, took the wrong turn outta Cali and ended up here.
Ben looks at their almost empty glasses and looks at Nigel hovering around nearby. He points at the glasses and Ben nods, sending Nigel to work.
Ben: I heard there was a party, I heard it was Motown, and had a feeling you lot would be haunting this place.
Ben flashes a smile at the four.
Rob: You just came here for a dance off.
Ben: I did but I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.
Rob puts his hands up towards Ben, before crossing one foot over the other and spinning around in a circle. He licks his fingers and runs them on his eyebrows, before pointing at Ben.
Ben: Yeah, I was right, I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.
Ben's comment gets a laugh from the others as Rob's face looks unimpressed at his long time friend. Ben turns his head, looking around at the women dressed in the style of the Motown era. Ben nudges Tony with his elbow.
Ben: All these birds and you ain't on 'em yet?
Tony: Early yet son.
Rob: What he means is he struck out more times than a box of matches already tonight.
Tony glares at Rob, lifting the middle finger. "Tracks of my Tears" starts to play and Rob turns to grin at Ben.
Rob: Gotta do the slide.
Ben spreads his legs slightly, before sliding his other leg towards him, as Rob does the same. The two slide past each other, and then back the other way, causing groans from the other three.
Tony: You two are fucking embarrassing.
Rob: You're jealous you don't have the moves.
Tony: Thank fuck I don't have the moves.
Tony shakes his head and turns around as two women approach, the blonde of the two speaks to Ben as the others turns back to the freshly poured beers.
Woman: People are saying you're Ben Jordan under all that costume.
Ben nods his head slowly at the woman.
Ben: People are right darling. I'm Ben Jordan.
Woman: Can we have a picture?
Ben: Yeah, no problem sweets, crack on.
The women stand next to Ben as the blonde hold up a phone, quickly snapping a picture of the three, but Rob quickly jumps in for a photo bomb as the woman his the capture button. She turns to look at Rob, who sheepishly backs away.
Woman: Can I take another?
Ben nods and the woman raises the camera again, to quickly take another picture of the three.
Woman: Thanks Ben. You should come and join me and my friends later for a drink.
Ben: Who's your friends?
The woman points to a long table where three other women sit, watching what's going on at a distance. Ben raises his glass towards them and looks back at the woman.
Ben: Can I bring this bunch of wallys with me?
The woman looks at Ben and towards his group of friends.
Woman: Sure, I guess.
Ben: Blinding, we'll catch ya in a bit.
The two women walk away as Tony looks towards Ben, slowly shaking his head at Ben.
Ben: What? That's how ya do it?
Tony: Yeah, let's not worry about the money, fame and all the rest you have.
Ben: Like the ruggedly good looks and killer smile?
Tony: Go home, you're drunk!
Tony's comment gets a grin out of Ben as he looks towards his group of friend.
Ben: I've oddly missed you lot of wrong uns!
The man known as Sparky turns his head to Ben.
Sparky: Pussy.
Ben opens his mouth in mock surprise and looks at his friend.
Ben: Fuck me, it speaks. I thought ya missus had took ya tongue as well as ya knackers mate. Good to hear ya had something else to say, other than moaning about Arsenal and how James Milner is the shittest footballer ever to pull on boots.
Before anyone else can say anything else, Tony quickly pipes up.
Tony: You know what we need right now lads?
Ben mumbles, slowly shaking his head.
Ben: Please don't say it, please don't say it....
Tony: Shots!
Ben: He said it.
Ben turns his head towards Tony, slowly shaking it.
Ben: Bit early for that malarky mate.
Tony: What happened to you over there? Did the watered down beer make you scared of real booze or something?
Tony's comment causes Ben to scoff.
Ben: Nah, let's be honest. Start drinking them now, we know what's gonna happen. Rob will randomly start singing in the street, Daz will go home and wake his baby, you'll wake up on a random birds sofa because you'll pass out before you can get the engine started, Sparky will wake up next to a kebab, and I'll end up dancing here in me boxers.
Tony: Sounds like a blinding night to me.
Rob: Yeah, I've had worse nights.
Ben strokes the fake moustache on his face.
Ben: Fuck it, get 'em in!
The camera returns to Ben's smiling face, this time, Ben has the SCW Tag Team championship over his shoulder.
Ben: So much fun eh? Needless to say that Rob randomly started singing Uptown Girl in the street to an audience of none, Daz went home and woke his young baby up, giving him a few nights in the doghouse, Tony pulled a cracker and woke up on her sofa without doing the dirty deed, Sparky woke up next to a kebab, but happy ending, he ate it in the morning, and as for me, well, we all know I ended up dancing on a table, in me boxers and an afro. I miss those nights home with the boys, always entertaining.
A wide grin crosses his face.
Ben: But now on to more pressing matters, on to what's at hand right now and in a way, it's a bit of a clash of the champions in a way cause Blast From The Past starts and I've got me this bad boy belt here and I'm up against a newly crowned champion in Steve Ramone. First off, I wanna talk to me partner here. Alright Raynin love. I know ya love to win and stuff and I ain't planning to let ya down, but one step at a time, right?
Ben nods firmly.
Ben: I got faith in ya to do what ya gotta do, so I'll do what I gotta do too and dear God, I couldn't have asked for a better chance here. Steve Ramone, it's like the random booking Gods wanted to help a cockney out this week cause remember the last time I was in a ring with Stevie boy? I do, was only a couple of weeks ago at My Bloody Valentine II. For those people who have a memory with more holes in than a goal net. I grabbed Stevie and took away his dream of becoming the SCW World champion, I took away his chance of winning two titles in one night after being the challenger to both, something no one has ever done in SCW before. I stole his chance to create a bit of history there, so it's no surprise he had a hissy fit, threw his toys out of the pram and helped someone dump me over the top rope. Know what's sad about that Stevie?
Ben wags his finger at the camera.
Ben: I had the same chance to do the same thing and ya took that away from me, just cause I was playing by the rules and you didn't fancy doing the same. I'm not usually a vengeful bloke really, I live and let live, there's way to much bollocks in the world than for me to hold a grudge about something like this, because I'm proud to be a champ with me mate, but I ain't gonna say no to kicking ya in the crackers once time just for what you did to me. I don't feel robbed, I don't feel cheated, but I wouldn't have minded being a double champ for a couple of weeks, just like you wouldn't have, so being as I got a chance to teach ya something, I will teach ya that hissy fits just ain't the way forward. Trust me Stevie, you'll live longer and stop people wanting to kick the living daylights out of ya if ya just reeled yourself in a little bit buddy.
Ben smiles, pulling the title belt higher on his shoulder.
Ben: I do get this weird ol' feeling that we're gonna see a very different Steve Ramone this week, if ya social media crap is anything to go by. You can almost feel Twitter about to collapse under that ego there and I get this nasty feeling that you will be trying to turn Climax Control in to the Steve Ramone show, but here's the issue mate. You can build up to whatever ya want but if ya can't back it up at the end of the night, than you've wasted ya time and this is the problem, because you'll be building things up all night, I can smell it but at the end of the night, you'll just be the same geezer you was before, and on ya back, looking at the lights and not hearing ya name announced as the winner. It's a place you've been for a while. The title doesn't make the man Stevie, the man makes the title and you are the same geezer you was a week before My Bloody Valentine II. The only thing that belts done is blown up your mind, no change to ya wrestling ability and I have no Scooby why you think it has and could turn you in to superman this week, but fact is Stevie, belt or not, it doesn't change what's at the roots. This thing here don't make me better.
Ben runs his hand along the top of his belt and smiles.
Ben: Will never get tired of groping this bad boy. Anyway, having this hasn't changed me in the way the Roulette title seems to have changed our old mate Stevie. Because I won this, I don't see me as invincible, but I do see meself as a bloke who now has to lift his game to do the strap proud. I don't instantly think I got it, so now I'm instantly better. Fact is, you're a champ, you grab the chance by the bollocks, you lead, and you keep going to improve more and more. This thing don't give me super powers or anything, and Steve, you gotta see the same for yourself. That belt mate, doesn't instantly lift your ability through the roof, ya still on the same level you was before, ya just got some brand new jewelry to show off. If ya motivation was to be a champion, you now need to find the motivation to keep going. The chase for you is over Steve, you've caught the title and now you need to find a reason to go on, I got mine Stevie.
Ben taps the side of his head and smiles.
Ben: I've made a big deal about not getting title shots and all that, and when I did, I won this one, and I know there's no titles on the line Stevie, but beating another champion would be a good feather to add to me hat, a good string to add to the bow, and well, beating a champion who never knows what kinda match he's gonna be in sounds like a blinder to me. I have all the respect in the world for anyone that has ever held that title cause it's not an easy one to keep ya mits on but beating the geezer who has the belt is motivation enough for me to keep me focused.
A smile crosses Ben's face as he gives a thumbs up to the camera.
Ben: Of course, I also like winning, which helps. Everyone loves to win and I'm only human. I mean none of us like getting our arses handed to us so I'm gonna do what I can so you don't be handing my arse to me. I'll be going at it like a bat outta hell to try and show that I deserve to kick me arse through this tournament for the sake of me partner and me personal pride. Trust me, it's all pride and ego free over here Stevie, it's like the opposite of you.
Ben's eyes widen.
Ben: Holy Bejesus! I am the anti Steve Ramone! I am the light side to his darkness. He's driven by ego, I'm driven by pride. Bloody hell.
Ben stands and shudders at the thought before continuing.
Ben: There's me sitting here talking like Steve's actually gonna make it to the ring on Sunday. Picture the scene people. Steve goes on a huge ego kick, all over the show giving someone the chance to take him out before he even gets anywhere near the ring. I ain't talking about me people, taking someone out before a match ain't my style, just not part of me DNA.
Ben waves his finger in front of his face with a firm head shake.
Ben: I'm talking about Alexis! The bird is a proper little wildcat and she don't like you much Stevie. Can't say I really blame her, but telling ya, don't get too close, she'll rip ya Jacobs off and use them as marbles if ya give her half the chance.
Ben lowers his eyebrows with a look of pain on his face.
Ben: I get the feeling I'm not really the one you have to worry about in this match Steve, I get the feeling Alexis is the one you should be keeping an eye on cause that bird be nuttier than squirrel crap. Seriously, she's more nuts than a Snickers bar.
Ben smiles and slowly nods.
Ben: Gotta level with ya, I ain't even at looking at getting in it with Alexis, scares me a little bit. She looks like she'll bite if ya get too close, like True Blood vampire bite thingy. Seriously, little bit worried that my anti Alexis spray won't work, but people, I am taking bets on if Steve and Alexis do end up mixing it up and who would win. Alexis is heavy favourite though people, just tweet me ya bets and all that and we'll see.
Ben winks at the camera.
Ben: All I know is that I'm coming out firing and trying to kick us in to round two, pick up a win over a champion and get to defending that title of mine in front of those good people who cheered me on to get as far as I have done.
Ben straightens his collar once more and smiles.
Ben: Right people, I got some place to be at this moment in time, so thanks for listening to me rabbit on a bit and I'll see ya on Sunday.
Ben winks at the camera once more.
Ben: Laters people!
The camera fades out.
