[Simon Jones]

 The video opens with a blank, black screen; the first sound to be heard is the voice of an unknown female, who speaks with a Cardiff accent.

'Good morning, Whitchurch Road Surgery.'

The next voice to be heard is an instantly recognisable one - the voice of Simon Jones.

Simon: 'Hi. I would like to make an appointment to see a doctor, please.'

The female to whom Simon is speaking is the receptionist at a doctor's surgery.

Receptionist: 'May I have you name, please?'

Simon: 'Simon Jones.'

Receptionist: 'Okay, Mr Jones, is there a certain doctor that you want to see?'

Simon: 'No, any doctor will be fine.'

There is then a pause in the conversation, and the sound of tapping on a keyboard can be heard; a couple of seconds later, the receptionist speaks again.

Receptionist: 'The earliest appointment we have available is at two o'clock; that is with Dr Nabi - is that okay for you?'

Simon: 'Yes, that will be fine, thank you.'

The scene fades in to show Simon sat on an examination table, in one of the examination rooms at the doctor's surgery; Simon is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a plain grey sweater. He is approached by Dr Nabi - a male British Asian of Pakistani descent, who is in his early fifties.

Dr Nabi: 'So, Mr Jones, what seems to be the problem?'

The doctor takes a seat on a chair opposite Simon.

Simon: 'I think I may be suffering from tinnitus - I can hear a constant buzzing sound; I thought that tinnitus was a ringing sound, but as I said, the sound that I can hear is a buzzing sound.'

Dr Nabi: 'While tinnitus is often described as a ringing sound, there are in fact several sounds that can be heard, such as humming, hissing, whistling - or buzzing.'

Simon: 'I also sometimes hear noises that seem to beat in time with my pulse - is that also a symptom of tinnitus, or something else?'

Dr Nabi: 'That particular condition is called pulsatile tinnitus.'

There is a brief pause, before the doctor begins his attempts to confirm a diagnosis of Simon's condition.

Dr Nabi: 'Okay, Mr Jones, I want to ask you some questions about your symptoms. Now, you said that the sound is continuous...'

Simon interrupts the doctor, to verify the statement.

Simon: 'Yes, that's right.'

Dr Nabi: 'Does the problem affect one ear, or both ears?'

Simon considers his answer for a moment, before replying.

Simon: 'Both ears, I guess.'

He then shrugs slightly.

Simon: 'The sound doesn't seem to come from one ear more so than the other.'

Dr Nabi 'Have you experienced any hearing loss, or vertigo?'

Simon's tone of voice conveys his surprise at this question.

Simon: 'Vertigo? Why vertigo?'

Dr Nabi: 'Vertigo can sometimes be another symptom of tinnitus.'

Simon: 'Oh; okay.'

Dr Nabi: 'Tinnitus can sometimes be caused by high doses of medication - are you taking any medication, such as antibiotics, or aspirin?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'No, nothing.'

Dr Nabi gets up from his chair.

Dr Nabi: 'Okay, Mr Jones, what I'm going to do now is examine your ears, to check for any obvious problems that can be easily treated, such as an earwax buildup, or an ear infection.'

Using an otoscope, the doctor examines both of Simon's ears - first his left ear, followed by the right ear; once the examination is complete, the doctor then retakes his seat.

Dr Nabi: 'I can't see any signs of any obvious problems, so I think that the best thing for me to do would be to refer you to an ear, nose and throat specialist.'

Simon: 'Doctor, I think I read somewhere that tinnitus can be a symptom of a concussion - is that true?'

Dr Nabi: 'Tinnitus can sometimes be a symptom of post-concussion syndrome, but it is rare, though, for that to be the case. What made you ask about that - do you think that you might have suffered a concussion recently, Mr Jones?'

Simon shrugs again.

Simon: 'I don't know.'

Dr Nabi: 'What do you do for a living, Mr Jones?'

Realising the potential ramifications for his wrestling career, Simon takes advantage of the doctor's ignorance, and lies to him.

Simon: 'I work for a law firm, in the city centre.'

Dr Nabi: 'Not exactly a physically demanding job, then - not a job in which you are likely to suffer a head injury.'

Thinking back to his recent one-on-one match with Sean Jackson, when he was on the receiving end of Jackson's finisher - Game called Due to Darkness - Simon builds upon his lie.

Simon: 'No, but I was involved in a clash of heads, playing football.'

A hint of concern can be seen on the doctor's face.

Dr Nabi: 'How long ago was that, Mr Jones?'

Simon pauses to recall when the match with Sean Jackson took place.

Simon: 'It was about two months ago.'

Dr Nabi: 'Have you ever previously been diagnosed with a concussion, Mr Jones?'

Simon nods.

Simon: 'Yes, once.'

Dr Nabi: 'And how long ago was that?'

In his mind, Simon replays the incident that occurred in Puerto Rico, in January 2013, when he suffered a concussion at the hands of former ACW and SCW star Mickey Carroll, in a one-sided bar fight.

Simon: 'Nearly three years ago - it will be three years in another couple of months from now.'

Dr Nabi pauses for a moment, to consider what Simon has told him; he then speaks again.

Dr Nabi: 'Mr Jones, something that I didn't ask you earlier, is how long has the buzzing sound been affecting you?'

Another shrug from Simon follows that question.

Simon: 'I can't remember exactly how long it has been going on for, but it has been several weeks since it started.'

Dr Nabi: 'And may I ask, why have you not seen a doctor before now?'

Simon: 'Because I'm a typical man - I tried to ignore the problem, and hoped that it would just eventually go away.'

Dr Nabi: 'I don't think that this problem is going to resolve itself, Mr Jones - I think I might need to refer you for more than simply an appointment with an ear, nose and throat specialist.'

As Simon breaks eye contact with the doctor, gazing down at the floor, the scene fades to black.


The scene opens outside Whitchurch Fire Station, in the north of Cardiff. Stood by the adjacent road, a few yards from the station's entrance, is Simon Jones, who is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black coat.

Simon's attention is currently drawn to the mobile phone that he is holding in his right hand; after Simon puts the phone away, in the pocket of his jeans, he looks to the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'It's Guy Fawkes Night, here in the UK - remember, remember the fifth of November, and all that. It's been a number of years since I last attended a fireworks display, but tonight, my wife and I are taking our young daughter to her first such event. So while I wait for the two of them to arrive, what better way for me to occupy myself, than by talking about SCW? And in particular, my forthcoming match this Sunday, against J2H.'

Simon lets out a sigh.

Simon: 'I feel as though I've been a bit quiet, as of late. I mean, I'm always more Silent Bob than Chatty Cathy - I'm not one of those people that feel the need to tweet their every thought - but in the past month or so, I feel like I've kept even more of a low profile than I usually do. Now sure, prior to last Sunday, I had participated in matches on three consecutive shows, but beyond those matches, I didn't really do much of anything else - my appearances on each of those
three shows was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of thing. I feel like I've been shortchanging the people in SCW that matter the most to me: the fans - and that's something that I want to change, starting this week.'

Simon looks down towards the ground for a couple of seconds, before looking back up at the camera, and continuing.

Simon: 'Something that I don't want to change, however, is my current run of form; the three matches that I just mentioned yielded three wins, and so my aim for this Sunday is to pick up a fourth successive victory. But that's not my only aim for Climax Control, as I also want to try to put on the best match possible for the fans - especially after the somewhat blasé attitude that I've had recently; another in-ring success for me, and an entertaining match for the fans - that sounds like a win-win situation for everyone. Well, unless your name is James Huntington-Hawkes, that is.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Myself and the man that now wishes to be known as simply "J2H" have been opponents in SCW once before, two and a half years ago, in what was my debut in the six-sided ring. I was actually one of the men that was responsible for eliminating J2H from that match - a gauntlet battle royal - together with Matthew Kennedy, Brother Grimm, and Goth. I, of course, went on to win the battle royal, and this Sunday, when J2H and I step inside the ring again, I'm confident that I'll be able to get the better of him for a second time, en route to another win - and I won't need anyone else's assistance, either.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'I'm aware that in the past, J2H has been ridiculed by plenty of people in SCW - derided as a joke, even. By the time that I arrived in SCW, though, people had begun to take him a bit more seriously. Regardless of whatever other people may think of J2H, I, for one, respect what he has accomplished during his time in SCW. I've seen our forthcoming match be referred to as the biggest match yet for J2H, from which I infer that I'm the one that is expected to be victorious. And while I'm upbeat about my chances of defeating J2H on Sunday, I certainly won't be underestimating him.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Ahead of his match with Brother Grimm at High Stakes, I heard J2H state that he is "not afraid of anything any more," which is quite a bold thing to say. Now, as one of the smallest men on the SCW roster, I wouldn't expect the sight of me to strike fear into the heart of any of my opponents, but I do believe that my ability in the ring should give opposing wrestlers reason to be wary of me - it is no fluke that I have twice been the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and on Sunday, I hope to put in the sort of performance that serves as a reminder of that fact, on my way to getting a win against J2H.'

Simon puts his hands in his pockets.

Simon: 'I'm not going to stand here and claim that I'm not afraid of anything, but I will reiterate something that I've said before, on the subject of things that I'm not afraid of: I'm not afraid to lose - I'm not afraid to fail. I'm always willing to take risks in the ring, to aid my prospects of being successful...'

Simon lowers his eyes slightly.

Simon: '...although only ones that are necessary - I'm not completely reckless.'

Simon then takes his hands out of his pockets, as he goes back to looking directly at the camera.

Simon: 'What about you, James? I don't buy this claim that you're no longer afraid of anything - there must still be something, or someone that you're afraid of, even if that fear is only something such as a fear of a defeat; perhaps that will be something for you to ponder after our match on Sunday, while you are licking your wounds.'

Simon quickly glances behind him, over his shoulder, before looking back to the camera.

Simon: 'James Huntington-Hawkes the third versus Simon Jones the first; there's no shame in being second best to me, James - you could ask your friend Casey Williams how that feels, although you'll only have to wait three more days to find out for yourself.'

Simon looks away from the camera, as he pulls back the sleeve of his coat, to check his watch; he then returns his attention to the camera.

Simon: 'I think it's time for me to wrap this up - my wife and daughter should be here any minute now. And so to finish off, I'm going to try something different - following on from Steve Ramone's rap, I'm going to try my hand at poetry; here goes.'

Simon clears his throat, before beginning his rhyme.

Simon: 'Remember, remember December 2 Dismember, the final supercard draws near. I see no reason, this holiday season, for me to have anything to fear.'

Simon takes a breath, before continuing.

Simon: 'Simon Jones, me, it's my intent, to leave others feeling discontent. Through the opposition I'll mow, whenever I'm booked on a show.'

Another pause for breath follows.

Simon: 'I won't take it easy in any match, because there's a prize that I want to catch. I'll give it my all, in the six-sided ring, until I hear the bell, go ding, ding, ding.'

Having finished his rhyme, Simon then grins.

Simon: 'And what is the prize I want? You should know that by now: the tag team titles - or half of them, at least.'

With both hands, Simon motions towards his waist, gesturing for a championship belt.

Simon: 'But first, I want a win, this Sunday, against J2H; see you at Climax Control.'

As Simon smiles at the camera, the scene fades to black.