The scene opens inside Perkins Restaurant & Bakery, in Bullhead City, on the morning of Monday 18th January. Feeling a bit worse for wear, after a night of drinking tequila with the SCW World Bombshell Champion, Simon Jones has made the short trip from Laughlin, across the state border into Arizona, in search of a hearty breakfast with which to combat his hangover.

Simon - who is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a sky blue long sleeve t-shirt - is sat alone at a table. Having ordered a sizeable breakfast for himself, he has devoured most of it, with only a smoked sausage, a fried egg, and a buttered slice of toast now remaining on his plate; he also has half a cup of tea left.

Just as Simon begins to consume his surviving egg, a feminine hand places a bottle of water on the table, beside his plate. Looking up from his meal, Simon sees the person whose hand it is: Natalie McKinley; she is wearing a pair of dark grey leggings, and a cyan sleeveless t-shirt.

Natalie: 'I think that will probably do a better job of relieving your hangover than a cup of tea will.'

Simon: 'Maybe so - but I can't have breakfast without having a cup of tea, can I?'

Natalie: 'I suppose not.'

Natalie takes a seat at the table, opposite Simon.

Natalie: 'And how is your breakfast?'

Simon swallows a piece of egg white, before replying.

Simon: 'It's good. I mean, it could do with some black pudding, and some baked beans - but it's good, nonetheless.'

Natalie reaches over to pick up the sausage that is on Simon's plate, which draws a glare from Simon.

Natalie: 'What? I brought you water - can't I have something in return?'

Relenting, Simon lets out a sigh.

Simon: 'Fine. You can have it.'

Natalie smiles at Simon, before taking a bite of the sausage.

Natalie: 'So, did you really attend Climax Control last night just to look for me?'

Natalie bites off another piece of the sausage, as she awaits Simon's answer.

Simon: 'Yes, I did. So thanks for coming to meet me here, before I have to head home.'

Natalie: 'No problem. I wouldn't want you to have had a wasted journey.'

Simon: 'I'm not sure that it would have been a complete waste of a journey - although I didn't find you yesterday, I did have a good night.'

Simon smiles at Natalie; he then eats some more of his egg white.

Natalie: 'That much is clear, given the state that you're in now.'

Simon: 'I'm alright. I just need to finish off this meal, drink the water that you brought, and I'll be fine.'

While Natalie takes another bite of the sausage, Simon picks up his slice of toast, which he then dips in the egg yolk, before eating part of it.

Natalie: 'Anyway, so why were you looking for me last night?'

Simon: 'Because, I haven't seen you for a week and a half, not since you flew out to participate at last Sunday's show in that battle royal - well, game of musical chairs as it turned out to be. Where have you been since last weekend?'

Natalie: 'Las Vegas, mostly.'

Natalie ingests what remains of her sausage; she then picks up a paper napkin, and wipes her mouth and fingers.

Simon: 'Vegas? So that's it then, is it - now that you're free again to set foot in SCW, you're relocating to Las Vegas?'

Natalie: 'Well, either Vegas, or somewhere nearby - certainly somewhere nearer to SCW's home turf than Cardiff; I can't afford to travel from Cardiff each week to Vegas, California, or wherever else SCW chooses to stage their shows.'

Natalie scrunches up her napkin, and then drops it onto the table.

Natalie: 'Besides, there's not really any reason for me to stay in Cardiff - it's been a few months now since Jack and I broke up, so it's not like I've got a boyfriend there to go back to, just a Mam who it's impossible for me to please, no matter what I do.'

Simon: 'What about your Dad?'

Now it is Natalie's turn to sigh.

Natalie: 'I admit, I'll miss my Dad. But it's not as if I'm never going to go back to Cardiff - I'll see him again, eventually.'

Simon dips his toast in the egg yolk again, and then takes another bite of it.

Simon: 'I'll miss having you around to assist me in the gym.'

Natalie: 'You started working out long before you ever met me - I'm sure you'll manage just fine.'

Simon nods; he then drinks some of his tea.

Simon: 'Are you sure you'll be alright, though?'

Natalie: 'As I told you on Twitter, Simon, you don't need to worry about me.'

Simon has another sip of tea.

Simon: 'I suppose one of the things that I'm most concerned about, is your newfound choice of company.'

Natalie: 'As I told you the other week, Simon, I have other friends in wrestling besides you. What's the matter - don't you like Celeste?'

Simon: 'I don't know - I haven't formed an opinion on her yet. The thing I'm most curious about, is why you're now consorting with Crystal Millar. I mean, the two of you have spent most of the past year at each other's throats.'

Natalie scoffs at Simon's remark.

Natalie: 'You're in no position to be passing comment on who I associate myself with.'

Simon frowns.

Simon: 'What do you mean?'

Natalie: 'You've been getting pally with Mikah, of all people. She's the biggest single problem with the bombshell division - and Celeste, Crystal and myself are going to be the ones to remedy that.'

Simon: 'I don't think Mikah's that bad, Natalie - she...'

Before Simon can say any more, Natalie interrupts him.

Natalie: 'You see, that's your problem, Simon: you like everyone, and you want everyone to like you - you want to be friends with everyone; it's no wonder that you get on so well with Roxi Johnson.'

Simon: 'I wouldn't go so far as to say that I like everyone - I'm not exactly fond of Casey Williams and Sean Jackson.'

Natalie responds in a dismissive tone.

Natalie: 'They're just the exceptions to the rule.'

Simon: 'Well, what's wrong with me wanting to be affable to people?'

Natalie: 'Some people aren't deserving of your friendship, Simon, that's what's wrong; Mikah is one such person.'

Simon stares at Natalie for a few seconds, before he speaks again.

Simon: 'What has gotten into you?'

Natalie: 'Nothing - I've just had my eyes opened, is all.'

Simon: 'By who - Celeste?'

Something then dawns on Simon.

Simon: 'She's the friend you told me you had been speaking to about entering yourself into the battle royal, isn't she?'

Natalie nods.

Simon: 'I had thought that you and Celeste working together to target Mikah when you were playing musical chairs was just a spur of the moment thing, but the two of you had that planned all along, didn't you?'

Natalie: 'What can I say? Guilty as charged.'

Natalie shrugs her shoulders, uncaringly.

Natalie: 'With how unfriendly she is, why are you making an effort to be friendly to Mikah, anyway? She's so cold, I bet she has her periods in cubes.'

Simon is clearly shocked by that comment from Natalie.

Simon: 'Natalie! That's so unkind.'

Simon leans forward, towards Natalie.

Simon: 'What's going on, Natalie? This isn't like you.'

Natalie: 'How do you know it isn't like me - how well do you really know me, Simon?'

Simon: 'I don't know - perhaps not as well as I thought I did.'

Natalie nods her head again. She then glances around the restaurant, before looking back to Simon.

Natalie: 'Well, I don't want to outstay my welcome.'

Natalie stands up.

Simon: 'No, Natalie - wait.'

Natalie ignores Simon's appeal for her to stay.

Natalie: 'Good luck against the Surf Boys, Simon.'

She then turns and heads for the exit. Simon shakes his head forlornly, before returning his attention to the remnants of his breakfast. We leave Simon to finish his breakfast alone, in peace, and switch to a scene from later in the week, with Simon now seen standing on Penarth beach, around five miles away from his adopted hometown of Cardiff, looking out at the Severn Estuary; he is now wearing a wetsuit, and is clutching a surfboard under his right arm.

Simon turns to face the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'I apologise in advance if this video ends up being shorter than usual. Despite the thermal insulation that this wetsuit provides, it is still quite cold out here, and so I would like to get back indoors, into the warmth, as quickly as I can.'

Simon glances down at his bare feet, before looking back up at the camera.

Simon: 'I've only got myself to blame for me being cold, having been the one to pick this location, and decide upon this choice of attire; it seemed like a smart choice at the time, given that this Sunday I will be in a match against the Surf Boys, but now...not so much.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'Oh well.'

He then drops the surfboard, letting it fall to the sand below.

Simon: 'It has been three weeks since I was last inside the six-sided ring, on a night when I defeated J2H, to make up for a loss that I had suffered to him two months previously. Does the result of that match mean that J2H isn't quite as good as he thinks he is? Does it mean that I'm not yet past my sell-by date?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'Who's to say? It could be the former, but I very much hope that it's the latter that is true - it's now up to me to demonstrate that is indeed the case, starting this Sunday, by gaining another win, this time against the Surf Boys.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Since my last outing, and after a wait of what has felt like forever - although in reality, it was closer to four months - it appears that I finally have someone who wants to help me achieve my aspiration of winning the SCW tag team titles.'

Simon smiles.

Simon: 'To say that I'm pleased to have Ben Jordan as my tag team partner might be an understatement. I could give any number of reasons as to why I'm glad to have him as my partner, but for now, I'll just give two: one, he's a mate; two, he's a damn good wrestler.'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'Speaking from experience, I would much rather have Ben as a partner, than an opponent. I never explicitly stated that I hoped I would wind up having Ben as my partner, but I have hinted at it: go back to last August, when I was preparing for my first match following my return to SCW - at the time, my sights were still set on the World Heavyweight Championship, but find the video of me discussing my return match, and you can hear me speculate about where I might be able to find myself a regular tag team partner, if I was to need one.'

Simon smiles again.

Simon: 'Alright, so he might be spending most of his time in Cuba these days, but he's still an East London boy at heart.'

His smile broadens ever so slightly.

Simon: 'Ben has already taken the step of challenging the current Tag Team Champions to a match for the titles at the next supercard - although they might not be the champions for much longer, depending on the outcome of Sunday's main event. I will certainly be keeping a keen eye on that match, but regardless of who leaves Stockton with the gold - whether it's The Nobodies, or The Monstimals - Ben and I need to show people why we should be given a shot a the titles; a win against The Surf Boys - who themselves are former champions - ought to do it.'

Simon nods, confidently.

Simon: 'The last time that Ben and I were partners in a tag team match, we defeated the team of R.O.A.R. - the team that would go on to end the brief reign of The Surf Boys as Tag Team Champions. However, eighteen months have passed since that match against the uncle and nephew duo. Ben and I now need to remind everyone of why were successful on each of the two occasions that we teamed together in the past, and why we can be successful again in the future - I believe that there's a lot more to come from the pair of us, and a win against The Surf Boys is part of that.'

Simon casts a quick glance at the discarded surfboard, before looking back to the camera.

Simon: 'I don't want anyone to think that I'm mocking The Surf Boys by being where I am, and dressed the way that I am - if anything, this should be considered an homage to them. As I've already alluded to, The Surf Boys have shown in the past that they can be more than a match for any opponents, and they have the ability to put a dent in our aim of winning the tag team titles, but I don't plan on letting that happen - I respect the capabilities of The Surf Boys, but I still expect Ben and I to beat them.'

Simon turns to look out at the Severn Estuary again.

Simon: 'I'm sure The Surf Boys are used to better weather than we get here in the UK.'

He then quickly turns back to the camera.

Simon: 'How typically British of me, to talk about the weather. But on that note, and with my feet freezing, I'm going to bring this to an end.'

Simon bends down to pick up the surfboard.

Simon: 'Narly, Radical...and I guess Melody, too - I'm sure we'll have some fun at Climax Control, and entertain the fans; I just hope you won't be too downbeat after the match.'

Simon takes a step towards the camera.

Simon: 'See you on Sunday, lads and lasses...errrr, lass.'

He then gives a quick wave to the camera with his free hand, before striding away, and as Simon leaves the beach, heading for somewhere warmer, the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens inside the upper floor of The Great Western - a pub in Cardiff city centre - shortly after five o'clock on Friday 20th November. Stood at the top of the staircase that leads from the ground floor to the upper floor, is Simon Jones; he is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a black jacket.

Simon glances around, seemingly looking for someone; he then walks towards an area where there are several tables. A grin crosses Simon's face, when he finds who it is that he is looking for.

Simon: 'Alright, gents?'

Sat at one of the tables, on opposite sides, are two friends of Simon's: Coel and Luke; Coel is wearing a pair of pale blue jeans and a white t-shirt that has a skull on it, whereas Luke is wearing a pair of black trousers, and a grey button-up shirt and matching tie.

Luke: 'Alright?'

Coel: 'Alright, Simon?'

Coel raises his right hand, and Simon high fives him.

Simon: 'I'm gonna go to the bar, to get myself a drink; do either of you want anything?'

Coel and Luke both have pints of beer in front of them, on the table, which they are partway through drinking. Despite both of them knowing that they have not yet finished their respective drinks, they both still take a quick look at their glass - almost instinctively - before looking back to Simon.

Coel: 'No, I'm fine, thanks, buddy.'

Luke: 'Yeah, I'm fine too, thanks.'

Simon nods his head in acknowledgement.

Simon: 'Okay.'

Simon then moves away from the table his friends are seated at, and walks the short distance to the bar. Benefiting from it still being comparatively early on in the evening, Simon arrives at the bar to find that there is no queue; he does not have long to wait for a member of staff, as only a few seconds pass before a bartender appears.

Bartender: 'Hi. What can I get you?'

Simon: 'A pint of Tuborg, please.'

Simon look on patiently, as the bartender pulls the his pint; once poured, the bartender places the full glass on the bar, in front of Simon.

Bartender: 'That's three twenty-five, please.'

Simon pulls his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans; he takes a note from the wallet, and hands it over to the bartender. The bartender then opens the cash register, and gives Simon his change.

Simon: 'Thanks.'

Bartender: 'Thank you.'

Simon puts the change into his wallet, and then puts his wallet away. As the bartender wanders off, out of view, Simon picks up his pint of Tuborg, and has a sip. He then turns away from the bar, and makes his way back towards his friends.

Once he gets back to the table, Simon takes another sip of his beer, before putting his glass down. Simon then takes off his jacket, revealing that he is wearing a green t-shirt underneath; he places his jacket on the back of the chair next to Luke, which he then sits down on.

Luke: 'Coel and I were just trying to remember when the last time we all saw each other was.'

Simon looks at Luke.

Simon: 'Well, it's only been a couple of months since I saw last you: it was either the end of August, or the beginning of September - definitely one of the two.'

Simon then turns his attention to Coel.

Simon: 'It's been a bit longer since I last saw you though, Coel.'

Coel: 'How long has it been?'

Simon: 'I'm not sure - I'm trying to think; it was definitely before I returned to SCW.'

The three men each drink some of their beers, while they ponder the answer to the question.

Luke: 'I seem to remember the three of us coming here for some drinks at the end of May.'

Luke looks to Coel.

Luke: 'I'm sure Dave showed up at one point.'

Coel nods his head in agreement.

Coel: 'Yeah, I remember that.'

Luke then looks back to Simon, letting a teasing tone enter his voice.

Luke: 'What's wrong, Simon? You're usually the one that's good at remembering dates.'

In stark contrast to Luke, Simon responds in a sombre tone of voice.

Simon: 'I know. I've just got a lot on my mind at the moment, is all.'

Luke's tone of voice changes to being apologetic, as he realises what Simon is referring to.

Luke: 'Oh, yeah, of course; I'm sorry about your friend.'

Simon: 'Thanks.'

Confused, Coel looks at Luke, then at Simon.

Coel: 'What's this?'

Simon: 'Didn't you see my...no, of course, you wouldn't have - you're not on Facebook, and I didn't tweet about it.'

Simon gulps down more of his beer, for some liquid courage, before he continues.

Simon: 'I found out earlier that a friend of mine, whose name is Ian, and who I've known since we were both four years old - since we started school together...'

Simon pauses for a moment to gather himself.

Simon: 'I found out that he died yesterday morning.'

Coel: 'Shit, Simon; I'm sorry.'

Simon: 'Yeah - me too.'

Simon takes another swig of beer, savouring the taste.

Simon: 'Ahhh...I needed that.'

Coel: 'What happened?'

Simon looks away from his drink, and back to Coel.

Simon: 'He was killed in a car crash. As I said, it happened yesterday morning, so I'm guessing that he must have been on his way to work at the time; he was involved in a collision with another car, and he died at the scene.'

Luke: 'What about the driver of the other car?'

Simon turns to look at Luke.

Simon: 'As far as I'm aware, he or she survived.'

Luke finishes off the pint of Guinness that he had been drinking.

Luke: 'I'm going to go and get myself another pint.'

He then stands up.

Luke: 'Do you guys want anything?'

Coel shakes his head.

Coel: 'No thanks.'

Simon pulls out his wallet, from which he takes a note that he hands to Luke.

Simon: 'Get us some shots.'

Luke: 'Rum round?'

Simon smiles at the suggestion.

Simon: 'Good call.'

Simon then puts his wallet away, and as Luke heads for the bar, to buy more alcohol, Simon and Coel both consume some of what remains of their current drinks.

Coel: 'How are your parents?'

Not wanting to dampen the mood any further, Simon neglects to tell Coel about his mother's illness.

Simon: 'They're both fine; how about yours?'

Coel: 'Yeah, they're fine, too.'

Simon: 'And Rees and Lily?'

Rees and Lily are Coel's wife and stepdaughter, respectively.

Coel: 'They're both good; I've managed to get Lily interested in wrestling.'

Simon smiles at hearing this.

Simon: 'Good man; SCW, I hope.'

Coel: 'Of course - well, SCW, plus one or two other companies.'

Simon: 'As long as SCW is one of them, that's all that matters.'

Coel: 'She has taken an immediate liking to one of new blokes that has joined SCW.'

Simon raises his eyebrows.

Simon: 'Is that so? Which one?'

Coel: 'I think his name is Chris Shields.'

Simon: 'He hasn't even debuted yet.'

Coel: 'That doesn't matter - she saw a picture of him yesterday, and that was all it took.'

Simon chuckles; he and Coel then both pause to drink some more of their beers.

Coel: 'Just before you got here, Luke asked me, "If we were The Three Musketeers, who would each of us be?"'

Simon frowns.

Coel: 'I know; a typical Luke question.'

Simon: 'What did you say?'

Coel: 'I changed the subject.'

Simon laughs.

Simon: 'I'll have a think about that one, and try to come up with an answer for him.'

Coel then looks past Simon, having spotted something.

Coel: 'Here he is now, on his way back from the bar with our rum round.'

Simon turns to see Luke approach the table, carrying a fresh pint of Guinness in one hand, and three shots of rum in the other hand; Luke passes a shot each to Simon and Coel, before retaking his seat. The trio then clink their glasses and say 'Cheers!' in unison, after which, they down their shots of rum.

Simon: 'Shall we have another one of those later?'

Coel: 'Yeah, but let's wait a bit first.'

While Simon nods his head, Luke drinks some of his new pint.

Simon: 'Alright.'

Luke - who, unlike Coel, is not really interested in wrestling - then asks Simon a question.

Luke: 'Have you got a match this weekend?'

Simon turns to look at Luke.

Simon: 'No - if I did, then I would be on my way to Costa Rica right now, and not sat here with you two.'

Luke: 'Costa Rica, eh?'

Simon nods.

Luke: 'I think Cuba is the closest that I've been to Costa Rica.'

Coel: 'You met Sara there, didn't you?'

Sara is Luke's wife.

Luke: 'Correct.'

Simon: 'Well, there was an SCW show in Cuba last Sunday; I didn't have a match that night, either, so I just recorded a video, to air during the show.'

Coel: 'I saw that: you said that you want a match against either Goth or Lord Raab.'

For Luke's benefit, Simon explains who Goth and lord Raab are.

Simon: 'Goth is a former World Heavyweight Champion, and the current Roulette Champion - that's one of the singles titles below the heavyweight title; I think he's won his last dozen matches. Lord Raab is also a former World Heavyweight Champion, although he lost the title a month ago.'

Luke: 'Is he really a lord?'

Simon: 'I think he's as much of a lord as Dr Pepper is a doctor.'

Luke: 'Did you just compare a wrestler to a fizzy drink?'

Simon gives a nonchalant shrug.

Simon: 'I suppose I did - and I can't say that I'm particularly
fond of either of them.'

Simon then takes a sip of his beer - a beverage that is much more to his liking than Dr Pepper is.

Simon: 'Lord Raab also calls himself "The Masked German Monster" - that one is slightly less dubious: he is German, and he does wear a mask.'

Luke: 'Is he a monster, though?'

Simon: 'That depends on your definition of what a monster is, I guess; in terms of his size, I think you're as tall as he is.'

Coel: 'Luke versus Lord Raab - I would pay to see that.'

Luke and Simon both laugh.

Luke: 'So why do you want a match against one of those two, then?'

Simon: 'Because of the challenge that a match with either of them would give me. I've been in the ring with Goth twice previously, and I pinned him both times, but it has been almost two years since our last encounter. As for Lord Raab, he and I have never been opponents.'

Luke: 'Do you think you'll get what you want?'

Simon: 'We'll see; I've been waiting two months for a shot at the tag team titles, so probably not.'

Coel interjects.

Coel: 'You not having a tag team partner might have something to do with that.'

Turning to look at Coel, Simon replies jokingly.

Simon: 'Hey - point out your holes in my argument elsewhere.'

Luke: 'Are you going to dedicate your next match in your friend's memory?'

Simon looks back to Luke.

Simon: 'I'm not sure that would be wise. If I do end up with a match against Goth, or Raab, or someone of a similar calibre, I could just as easily lose as win; I don't think a defeat would be the best way for me to honour Ian's memory.'

Luke: 'Don't you usually win? You're a former World Champion as well, aren't you?'

Simon: 'Yeah. Emphasis on the "former" part of that, though - it's been almost eighteen months since I last held that title.'

Simon lets out a sigh.

Simon: 'My return to SCW hasn't quite gone the way that I would have liked it to.'

Luke: 'No?'

Simon: 'Well, it started out well enough: I received a great welcome from the fans, and my first match back was a main event, which ended in a win - but unfortunately for me, things went a bit downhill after that. I had an unsuccessful shot at regaining the heavyweight title; since then I've won a couple of matches, and I've lost a couple - I've still won more matches than I've lost, but I haven't managed to scale the heights that I reached previously in SCW.'

Coel: 'Do you regret going back?'

Simon shakes his head, as he turns to look at Coel.

Simon: 'No - no regrets. Do you remember a few years ago, when Ricky Hatton attempted a comeback, three years after his last fight? Afterwards, he said something along the lines of, he needed one more fight, to see if he still had it; if I hadn't gotten back in the ring, I would have been left wondering whether or not I still had it - whether or not I could have been successful again.'

Simon picks up his glass of beer, but hesitates before taking a drink.

Simon: 'And it's not as if my return to SCW has been a complete failure - like I said, I have at least won more matches than I've lost.'

He then takes a swig from his glass, as Coel and Luke do likewise with their drinks; Simon then turns his attention back to Luke.

Simon: 'So, while you were at the bar, Coel told me that you asked him which of The Three Musketeers would each of us be.'

Luke smiles.

Luke: 'Why, what do you think?'

Simon: 'Well, I think that Coel would have to be Porthos.'

Luke turns to look at Coel.

Luke: 'You get to die a hero's death.'

Coel replies in a sarcastic tone.

Coel: 'Great.'

Luke then turns back to Simon.

Simon: 'I'm minded to say that you would be Aramis...'

Luke: 'I don't die - I'm a survivor!'

Simon: '...and that I would be Athos.'

Luke: 'You get to die a slow and agonising death - like your wrestling career, from the sound of it.'

Coel and Simon laugh at Luke's remark.

Simon: 'Cheeky fucker. I'll have you know that there's still life left in my career yet - and I'll show that, the next time I'm in the ring.'

The trio's conversation then continues, and with their night out set to go on for another several hours, the scene fades to black.

---

The scene opens - on the afternoon of Thursday 26th November - to show the interior of a car, from the viewpoint of the front passenger seat; the car is stationary, by a row of terraced houses, in the Gabalfa district of Cardiff. Sat opposite the camera, in the driver's seat, is Simon Jones; Simon - who is sat facing the windscreen, staring off into the distance - is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey sweater.

Simon turns to face the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'You probably don't need me to tell you that today is an important public holiday in the United States. I, of course, am not American, so I don't celebrate Thanksgiving - here in the UK, today is just like any other Thursday. I do, however, intend to take advantage of something that, for many, is an important part of Thanksgiving celebrations, by watching some of the NFL games later - I am particularly looking forward to watching the Packers beat the Bears. And so, with that in mind, I'm going to have a go at participating in another one of the day's traditions: the tradition of giving thanks.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'I'm going to keep this bit reasonably short - I don't want to drone on, so I'll only mention a few things. Primarily, I'm thankful for my family and my friends, especially my wife and daughter - that ought to be obvious, really. As far as what most of you watching this are interested in is concerned - by which I mean my wrestling career - I'm thankful to SCW for giving me a promotion to call home, and for allowing me to return to the company earlier this year, after thirteen months away; I'm thankful to SCW for giving me the chance to regain the World Heavyweight Championship, although the match at Summer XXXTreme III didn't end the way that I would've like it to, but still, I'm thankful to SCW for continuing to give me the opportunity to entertain the fans, in matches such as that one, and the match that I will be competing in three days from now, against Gavin Stephens.'

Simon turns away from the camera, looking in the direction of  the windscreen again.

Simon: 'Gavin Stephens has of course recently made a return of his own to SCW, and just as I did, he immediately set his sights on getting his hands on some gold; nearly four months have passed since I returned to SCW, and I'm still waiting to add to my list of achievements - we'll see whether Gavin fares any better than I have, in his quest to get a title around his waist. He couldn't have done any more so far, having won both of the matches that he has had since returning, but my aim for this Sunday is to stop him from making it a hat-trick of wins, and for me to instead be the one that gets his hand raised in victory.'

Simon leans back in his seat.

Simon: 'I've seen this match referred to as the biggest test to date for Gavin Stephens, and at the risk of sounding as though I'm blowing my own horn, after a win against an out of sorts Kris Halc, followed by a win against newcomer CJ Sharpe, I tend to agree with that statement. However, this leaves me with a feeling of déjà vu: three weeks ago, I was preparing for a match against J2H - a match that was referred to as "the biggest match yet for J2H." Unfortunately for me, J2H shone brighter than I did in that match, and so now I need to make sure that I avoid another case of history repeating itself, by not allowing Gavin Stephens to do the same this Sunday - I can't allow him to claim my scalp, on his climb up the SCW rankings. Besides, I still harbour title ambitions of my own, and with that in mind, back-to-back defeats is something that I can ill afford - this match on Sunday is a match that I need to win.'

Simon turns back to face the camera.

Simon: 'The thing that Gavin Stephens is probably best known for by SCW fans, is for being Mikah's husband; if he wants to be known for more than that - if he wants to step out of his wife's shadow - then he needs to win matches like the one that he finds himself in this Sunday. Unfortunately for him, I don't plan on letting that happen.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'I've heard Gavin Stephens refer to himself on multiple occasions as "a visionary;" I wonder, Gavin, what role do I play in your visions? If I was to hazard a guess, I daresay that you envisage yourself inflicting severe pain and punishment on me, leaving me a beaten and broken man - a stepping stone, on your climb to the top; needless to say, I see things panning out a little differently on Sunday evening.'

Simon smiles.

Simon: 'I'm well aware of what you're capable of, Gavin; I've seen what you can do, and not just from what I've watched while studying you on tape in the past few days - I've also seen it in person. You see, back at the start of February, I was at the Climax Control that took place in Belfast, and that night I got to see what is probably the most memorable match that you have been involved in so far during your time in SCW: the Belfast Brawl between you and Drexel Matheson. Now, you may not have won that match, but you certainly got your pound of flesh.'

Simon nods his head, as he recalls the barbarity of that match.

Simon: 'Our match won't follow quite the same pattern as the one that you had with Matheson - at least, it won't be quite as violent. The one similarity with that match that I envision, is that you will again be the one that gets pinned. Sure, you'll get your licks in, but it'll count for very little in the end.'

Simon runs a hand through his hair.

Simon: 'After that loss to Matheson, it was nine months before you were seen again in SCW; should I indeed defeat you on Sunday, I hope you'll stick around this time - after all, being beaten by a two-time SCW World Heavyweight Champion is nothing to be ashamed of.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'In the past few weeks I've found myself thinking about what - if anything - I fear. That was brought about hearing J2H claim that he is "not afraid of anything any more," and then subsequently having him be an opponent of mine. And this brings me onto why I'm sat here, talking to a camera, in a car that isn't going anywhere - and why I don't fear anything that Gavin Stephens can do to me.'

Simon pauses to take a breath, before continuing.

Simon: 'A week ago today, a friend of mine, who I had known for over three decades, was killed in a car crash, on his way to work. In the days immediately afterwards, he was never far from my thoughts, as I struggled to accept that I would never see him again. In the past few days, though, I've tried to get my mind back onto other things - it may sound selfish, but for me to be able to win my match on Sunday, I needed to spend more time focusing on Gavin Stephens, and less time mourning the loss of my friend. However, there's one thing in particular that I haven't been able to shake off - one mental hurdle that I haven't been able to overcome: I haven't been able to get behind the wheel of my car, and drive anywhere - not even just a mile or so to the shops.'

Another pause follows, while Simon collects his thoughts.

Simon: 'I've found myself thinking about how my friend would have made that journey hundreds, or even thousands of times, but that this time, tragically, he didn't complete his journey; his girlfriend would have said goodbye to him that morning, not knowing that she would never see him alive again. And that has gotten me worrying: what's to stop the same thing from happening to me? I now find myself worrying about leaving my wife a widow, and leaving my daughter without a father - that's what I fear; compared to that, the thought of what Gavin Stephens could do to me is nothing.'

Simon momentarily looks away from the camera, to remove his key from the car's ignition; he then turns to face the camera once more.

Simon: 'While I can't bring myself to start the engine of this car, and drive off, I have no hesitancy about setting foot in the ring. I mentioned earlier that Gavin probably envisages himself inflicting severe pain and punishment on me, but to that I say, "bring it on." Bring everything that you have, Gavin: bring Mikah with you; hit with me everything in your arsenal - it doesn't matter to me. You can inflict as much torment upon me as you want physically, but it won't be anywhere near as bad as the mental anguish that I have experienced in the past seven days; you can't break me, Gavin, because I'm already broken.'

Simon leans towards the camera.

Simon: 'This is one match, Gavin, that isn't yours to win; see you in Mexico.'

As Simon stares intensely at the camera, the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens outside a terraced house in Maidstone, Kent, early in the evening of Tuesday 29th September. Walking towards the front door of the house, pulling a black trolley case behind him, is Simon Jones; he is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, and a royal blue Birmingham City F.C. jersey.

Simon takes his hand off the handle of the case, and reaches out to press the doorbell; he then waits, as several seconds pass before the door is opened. The person that opens the door is Sylvia Jones - Simon's [younger] sister; upon seeing her brother, the expression on the face of Sylvia - who is wearing a pair of black trousers, and a black and white hooped t-shirt - is a mixture of surprise and happiness.

Sylvia: 'Simon? What are you doing here?'

Sylvia holds out her arms towards Simon, and the two siblings hug.

Simon: 'Hi, Syl.'

After breaking the hug, Simon smiles warmly at his sister, who smiles back at him.

Sylvia: 'Come in, come in.'

Simon picks up his trolley case, and steps inside his sister's home.

Sylvia: 'You can leave your case there.'

Simon does as instructed. He then shuts the door behind him, before following Sylvia, who leads the way, into the living room.

Sylvia: Would you like a drink?'

Simon: 'A cup of tea would be great, thanks.'

As Sylvia makes her way to the kitchen, disappearing from view, Simon takes a seat on an armchair. A couple of moments later, the sound of a kettle being boiled can be heard. Sylvia then calls out to her brother.

Sylvia: 'So, what are you doing here, Simon?'

Simon: 'What - can't I pay my sister a surprise visit?'

Sylvia: 'It's good to see you - it is a nice surprise - I just wasn't expecting it, is all.'

Simon: 'Well, if you had been expecting me, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, would it?'

Sylvia chuckles at her brother's retort.

Sylvia: 'You know what I meant.'

Simon: 'Yeah, I know.'

Simon gazes around the room.

Simon: 'Seriously though, Syl, it's been a while since we saw one another, so I thought that I would stop off to see you, on my way home from Paraguay.'

Sylvia: 'This is a bit of a diversion for you though, isn't it? Maidstone isn't exactly on the way to Cardiff from London - I assume you flew to one of the London airports.'

Simon: 'Heathrow.'

There is a brief moment of silence, before Simon speaks again.

Simon: 'Like I said, Syl, I thought it was about time that I paid you a visit - especially after the bombshell that was dropped on me last week. And by "bombshell," I don't mean a female member of the SCW roster.'

A few seconds later, Sylvia reappears, carrying two mugs; she walks towards Simon, and hands one of them to him.

Simon: 'Thanks, Syl.'

Sylvia: 'You're welcome.'

As Simon takes a drink from the mug, Sylvia sits down on an adjacent sofa.

Sylvia: 'How did you take the news about Mum, then?'

Simon: 'I think I'm still in shock. I...'

Simon's voice trails off; Sylvia takes a sip from her mug, while she waits for Simon to continue his thought.

Simon: 'I had seen Mum - and Dad - a week and a half before, when I went to watch Blues play Bristol City, and I didn't say anything at the time, but Mum looked pale then...'

Sylvia interrupts Simon, to chip in with an observation.

Sylvia: 'That'll have been the anaemia.'

Simon: 'Yeah, I realise that now. But still - cancer? I didn't see that coming.'

Simon lowers his gaze, looking down at the floor.

Sylvia: 'Mum called me last Saturday to tell me the news; I was just as shocked as you. She said that she and Dad wanted to wait until they saw you on the Tuesday, to tell you face-to-face, rather than over the phone.'

Simon looks back up at Sylvia, as he responds to her.

Simon: 'Dad sent me a text last weekend, saying the same thing - that there was something important they needed to tell me, but that they would wait until the Tuesday; I didn't think it was going to be anything good, but I never would've guessed that the news would be as bad as it was.'

Sylvia takes another sip from her mug.

Simon: 'It was sixteen years ago that Mum had to have a breast lump removed.'

Simon then drinks some more of his tea.

Sylvia: 'I remember going to visit Mum, after she'd had the surgery; I hated seeing her there, lying in a hospital bed, with surgical drains in her.'

Simon: 'I know what you mean - I felt the same way.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'And now she's got another form of cancer.'

Sylvia: 'Mum was undergoing more tests yesterday, wasn't she - to see if she can have surgery?'

Simon: 'That's right; I received a text from Dad earlier, to say that Mum had received a letter from the hospital this morning, asking her to attend an appointment next Monday - Dad assumes that's when the doctor will share their plans.'

Sylvia: 'Hopefully it will be good news.'

Simon: 'Dad seems to think it will be good news - well, as good as can be hoped for, in the circumstances; when I spoke to him last week, he was confident that Mum's heart and lungs will be strong enough for her to have the surgery.'

Sylvia: 'Fingers crossed.'

Simon nods his head in agreement, before he and his sister both take a drink from their respective mugs. Attempting to lighten the mood, Sylvia then changes the subject.

Sylvia: 'So, you're going after the tag team titles.'

Simon: 'You watched Climax Control, then.'

Sylvia: 'It's part of my job to watch Climax Control - not just as your sister, but as a wrestling journalist.'

Simon leans forward, to place his mug on the floor, by the side of the chair; he then looks back at Sylvia.

Simon: 'Like I've said a couple of times now, the one glaring hole on my list of accomplishments, is a Tag Team Championship - this match that's coming up on the horizon, at High Stakes V, will give me the chance to rectify that.'

Sylvia: 'Some people will probably think that you're just going after the tag titles because you failed to win the heavyweight title at Summer XXXTreme - that you couldn't win the big one, so now you're settling for what many people will see as a lesser prize.'

Simon: 'I expect you're right about that - but you know what? I don't care what other people think about me turning my focus from the heavyweight title to the tag titles - they can think whatever they want to think; the reason I've stated for wanting to win the tag team titles is genuine.'

Sylvia: 'Do you have any idea what kind of match it's going to be at High Stakes?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'Not a clue. I don't know if it's going to be some form of a tag team match, or whether it's going to be something along the lines of the match that took place back at December 2 Dismember II.'

Sylvia: 'That was a double ladder match, when the titles were also vacant, right?'

Now Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'Correct.'

He then rubs his chin, thinking about what may be in store at High Stakes V.

Simon: 'Perhaps a match such as that could be more favourable towards me - although if I'm going to win the tag team titles, I would probably prefer to do so in an actual tag team match, rather than a singles match; the question then would be whether I would get to pick my partner, or whether my partner would be chosen for me by the lethal lottery.'

Sylvia: 'If you could choose anyone in SCW to be your tag team partner, who would you choose?'

Simon replies almost immediately.

Simon: 'Despayre.'

Sylvia: 'Wow - you didn't need any time to think about that one.'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'What's there to think about? Despayre has won the SCW Tag Team Championships three times, with a different partner each time - not to mention what else he has achieved. He won't be competing for the tag titles at High Stakes, of course, as he's the Internet Champion now - but he's my answer to your question.'

Sylvia: 'What about Ben Jordan?'

Simon: 'He's a mate - and a talented wrestler; I would gladly team with him at any time. But again, as far as High Stakes is concerned, he's already occupied.'

As Sylvia takes another drink from her mug, Simon picks up his own mug, to drink some more of his tea; he then places the mug back down on the floor, before continuing.

Simon: 'If the match at High Stakes is to be a tag team match, and if my partner will be chosen for me by the lethal lottery, then I won't complain, no matter who I get paired with.'

Sylvia: 'What if it's J2H?'

Simon gives another shrug.

Simon: 'His attitude might rub some people the wrong way, but he's held the tag team titles, and the roulette title - he could be a good tag team partner.'

Sylvia: 'What about Brother Grimm?'

Simon: 'He's a mysterious individual, but like J2H, he's a former Tag Team Champion, and a former Roulette Champion - again, he could be a good partner to have.'

Sylvia: 'How about...'

Simon interrupts his sister.

Simon: 'How about you stop trying to guess who could be a potential tag team partner for me? It could be anyone - it could even be Joshua Acquin; we could go from being opponents next Sunday, to being tag team partners two weeks later.'

Sylvia: 'Well, it couldn't be anyone - it won't be, say, Sean Jackson.'

Simon: 'No, you're right about that - although he wouldn't be the worst partner for me to have.'

Sylvia looks shocked at this comment from Simon.

Sylvia: 'Are you serious? After everything that he has said about you - about Matilda?'

Simon: 'Sean Jackson and I may not particularly like one another, but I think he likes losing even less. Besides, we've teamed successfully once in the past, in SCW.'

Sylvia fidgets anxiously, before asking another question.

Sylvia: 'The things that Sean Jackson has said in regards to Matilda - have those things bothered you at all?'

Simon: 'No.'

Simon shakes his head, for emphasis.

Simon: 'And I told Jacqui not to let his statements bother her, either; I told her that it's just Sean Jackson being Sean Jackson - it's just him playing the role of "The Mental Rapist."'

Simon lets out a sigh.

Simon: 'The only thing Sean Jackson said that really struck home with me, was when he said that he was going to end my wrestling career.'

Sylvia: 'Why did that claim in particular affect you?'

Simon: 'Because it got me wondering about how and when my career will end. I mean, I'm thirty-six now - how many more years do I have left in me? This could well be my last run. But will my career come to an end because I decide that enough is enough, or will my career come to an end because I suffer an injury that leaves me unable to wrestle any more?'

Simon silently ponders his question for a moment; he then shrugs his shoulders, before speaking again.

Simon: 'Sean Jackson isn't the first person in SCW to say that he's going to end my career, you know.'

Sylvia: 'Who else has?'

Simon: 'Kain; he didn't say it ahead of the match we were involved in at Summer XXXTreme - it was eighteen months ago or more, when there was a bit more animosity between the two of us.'

Sylvia sips some more of her drink, while Simon continues his train of thought.

Simon: 'I'm only ever one move away from suffering a serious injury, but I'm still waiting for Kain, or Sean Jackson, or whoever else, to inflict it upon me.'

Sylvia: 'It almost sounds as if you want someone to end your career.'

Simon chuckles.

Simon: 'Don't be daft - I've still got things left that I want to accomplish in my career.'

Sylvia: 'Like winning the SCW Tag Team Championships.'

Simon: 'Exactly.'

Simon gives his sister a thumbs up.

Simon: 'But before I can concentrate on that goal, first I need to defeat Joshua Acquin next Sunday.'

Simon then reaches down to pick his mug up off the floor.

Sylvia: 'Speaking not as your sister, but as an impartial journalist, I would be surprised if you didn't win that match.'

Simon: 'Thanks for the vote of confidence, Syl.'

Sylvia smiles at her brother.

Sylvia: 'You're welcome.'

Simons sips some of his tea, before speaking again.

Simon: 'I'm not going to deny it, though - I'm confident about my chances for Sunday; beat Steve Ramone, beat Joshua Acquin, and then hopefully go on to win the tag team titles - this could be a good few weeks for me.'

Sylvia nods her head in agreement, and as Simon drinks what remains of his mug of tea, the scene fades to black.

---

The scene opens inside a lounge in the South Terminal of Gatwick Airport, in London, on the evening of Friday 2nd October. Stood facing the camera, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a sky blue long sleeve t-shirt.

Simon sits down on a chair directly opposite the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'This may end up being shorter than usual, as I am currently waiting to board a flight to Madrid, so I apologise in advance if I have to end this abruptly.'

Simon quickly glances upwards, before looking back to the camera, ready to continue.

Simon: 'From Madrid, I will be flying to Colombia, as I make my way to Santa Marta, and Climax Control, where this Sunday, I will be competing in a match against Joshua Acquin. It's a match that I'm looking forward to - especially as I'm heading into it on the back of a win in my last match, last weekend - against an opponent that I have never wrestled before; given that Joshua Aquin and I have both been in SCW for a couple of years now, some people might it find hard to believe, but the match this Sunday will be the first time that he and I have been in the ring together - and I intend for it to be a successful first meeting, as far as I'm concerned.'

Simon smiles confidently.

Simon: 'When I stood in the ring in Buenos Aires two weeks ago, I mentioned that my first ever appearance in front of the SCW cameras had been on the previous occasion that Climax Control had been staged in Buenos Aires. Coincidentally, that particular episode of Climax Control, two and a half years ago, also saw the SCW debut of Joshua Acquin - and it was a very impressive debut, as he beat Casper Grey in less than two minutes. I can, however, assure Joshua that he certainly won't have such an easy time of it this Sunday - this one won't be over in the blink of an eye. And if the match goes according to plan for me, Acquin won't be the one getting his hand raised at the end of it, either.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'I'm confident about my prospects of beating Joshua Acquin, but although he has struggled at times in the ring recently, I won't be underestimating him; if anyone needed a reminder of what Joshua Acquin is capable of, they got it two weeks ago, when he defeated Andrew Watts - who, until a few months ago, was one of the fastest rising wrestlers in SCW. Andrew Watts may have followed in my footsteps earlier this year, by winning the Blast from the Past tournament, but this weekend won't be my turn to follow in his footsteps - I'm not about to fall victim to Acquin's Nightmare; instead, I plan on sending Acquin on a trip, Into Oblivion.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Speaking of the Blast from the Past tournament, this is the first time since last year's edition of the tournament, that I have found myself having to compete in the six-sided ring on consecutive Sundays. Back then, I was a victim of my own success, progressing through the rounds, going on to win the tournament, and in the midst of all that, still finding the time to regain the SCW heavyweight title. But now? I guess that maybe, after some indifferent performances, the powers that be want me to prove that I still have what it takes, before they go ahead and grant me the request that I have made for High Stakes V; if that is indeed the case, then on Sunday evening, I intend to show that my ability in the ring hasn't deserted me completed, by being victorious for the second time in eight days.'

Simon looks at his left wrist, and in particular at his Breitling watch - a gift given to him last year for his birthday, by Ben Jordan and Emma Rose; he then looks back at the camera, and continues.

Simon: 'Provided that I do indeed get past Joshua Acquin unscathed, it appears as though at High Stakes V, having declared my desire to win the SCW Tag Team Championships, I will be able to look forward to being in the match for the vacant titles. And I believe that a win over Joshua Acquin would be a boost for me, ahead of a potential crack at the tag team titles; having beaten one former SCW Tag Team Champion in my last match - Steve Ramone - another win this Sunday, against the man that Ramone held the titles with, would be a good step for me, on my path to the gold.'

Simon stands up.

Simon: 'So that's my intention: defeat Joshua Acquin, before then turning my attention towards claiming one half of the SCW tag team titles. Part one of that takes place this Sunday; see you in Santa Marta.'

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

 Monday 3rd August, 10:00 p.m.

The scene opens to show the living room of Simon Jones' home in Cardiff. Sat opposite the camera, on a black sofa, is Simon's wife, Jacqueline Jones; Jacqueline is wearing is wearing a pair of white culottes and a black V-neck t-shirt.

Apart from noise being emitted by a television, the room is otherwise quiet. Before long though, the sound of a door opening and closing can be heard; within a matter of seconds, the door to the living room - which is in the corner of the room, to the right of the sofa - is opened, and in walks Simon, who is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a black jacket.

Simon: 'Alright, love?'

Simon closes the door behind him; Jacqueline turns her attention away from the television, to look towards her husband.

Jacqueline: 'I'm alright. How are you feeling after last night, and after cementing your return to SCW?'

As he takes of his jacket, Simon smiles, remembering the events of Climax Control from the previous evening; Simon places his jacket on a black armchair - which is adjacent to the door - and then walks over to the sofa.

Simon: 'I feel great - a bit tired, after all of the travelling I've done, but great nonetheless.'

Simon leans towards Jacqueline, and the couple kiss.

Simon: 'The reception that I got from the fans was better that I could have hoped for, and all of the wrestlers I had a chance to speak to seemed pleased to see that I'm back in SCW - well, almost all of them.'

Simon then sits down on the sofa, next to his wife.

Jacqueline: 'All except Sean Jackson?'

Simon: 'You saw what happened, then?'

Jacqueline nods her head.

Jacqueline: 'Yeah, I watched it earlier, after I got home from work.'

Simon lets out a small sigh.

Simon: 'What can I say? Old grudges die hard, I guess.'

A wry smile then crosses Simon's face.

Simon: 'In a weird way though, I'm kind of flattered that Sean Jackson interrupted me.'

Jacqueline frowns.

Jacqueline: 'Why's that?'

Simon: 'Because, while I was absent from SCW, only Gabriel held the heavyweight title for longer than Sean Jackson did, and so him feeling the need to come out and interrupt me, shows that my time away from SCW has not done my reputation any harm whatsoever - if I wasn't seen as a legitimate threat, Jackson wouldn't have bothered to confront me.'

Jacqueline: 'So you're taking his intrusion as a backhanded compliment?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'I suppose you could say that. But however you choose to describe it, the powers that be have wasted no time in capitalising on the incident, by putting me and Sean Jackson on opposite sides in next Sunday's main event.'

Jacqueline: 'And how much are you looking forward to that?'

Simon grins.

Simon: 'Just being in front of the fans again was great, but I returned to SCW to be an active wrestler, and so as enjoyable as last night was, I'm looking forward to next Sunday even more. And to have my first match in six months be in the main event only makes things better - and I've got Despayre as my partner, which is something that I'm also looking forward to; now we just need to make sure that we win.'

Jacqueline: 'I'm the sure the two of you together will be too good for your opponents.'

Simon: 'I hope so; thanks, love.'

The couple share a kiss.

Simon: 'What time did Matty go to bed?'

Jacqueline: 'She went to sleep a couple of hours ago, just before eight o'clock.'

Simon: 'Has she been behaving herself for you, while I've been away?'

Jacqueline: 'She hasn't been too much trouble - although she did ask a few times where Daddy was.'

Simon smiles lovingly.

Simon: 'Am I doing the right thing? Returning to wrestling, I mean.'

Jacqueline: 'It's a bit late for you to be having second thoughts.'

Simon: 'I know, I just mean, are you going to be okay looking after Matty on your own most weekends, while I go off, gallivanting to wherever SCW requires me to be?'

Jacqueline: 'You need to stop worrying about me, Simon. I coped before, when we were in Vegas, and I'll manage just fine this time - especially now that I've got family and friends close by that I can call upon if need to.'

Simon: 'I'm your husband - it's my job to worry about you.'

Jacqueline smiles, and kisses Simon.

Jacqueline: 'Like I said - I'll be fine.'

Jacqueline then leans into Simon, resting her head on his shoulder.

Jacqueline: 'I want you to be able to enjoy what you do for a living, and I know that you're happier in a wrestling ring than you are sat at a desk.'

Simon kisses the hair on the top of Jacqueline's head.

Jacqueline: 'Plus, the free holiday that we're going to get in two weeks' time, aboard that cruise ship, was a good reason for me to agree to let you return to SCW.'

Simon: 'It will be a working holiday for one of us.'

Jacqueline: 'Yeah, well, you just make sure that you win - I don't want to travel all that distance only to see you lose.'

Simon: 'Let me take care of my match this weekend first, before I start thinking about Summer XXXTreme, and whatever contest I will be involved in then.'

Jacqueline looks towards Simon, and smiles.

Jacqueline: 'You know I'm only teasing you.'

Simon: 'Yeah, I know.'

Simon smiles back at his wife.

Jacqueline: 'I do want to see you win, though: first on Sunday; then when I'm there, on that ship - and then whatever follows after that. And not just for me, but for our daughter, too; Matilda is too young to understand what it is that you do, but when she's older, I want her to be proud of having a successful professional athlete for a father - I want her to be as proud of you as I am.'

Simon: 'I know you do - and I don't want to let you down.'

Simon puts his arm around his wife, pulling Jacqueline closer to him, in a tight embrace.

Simon: 'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.'

And as Simon and Jacqueline snuggle up together, the scene fades to black.

---

Thursday 6th August, 3:00 p.m.

The scene opens to show Simon Jones, who is sat on the edge of a grey bench, in an otherwise deserted Callaghan Square, which is bathed in the mid-afternoon Cardiff sunshine; Simon is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt. To the left of Simon, a fountain can be seen, while visible in the background of the shot is a statue, behind which is a row of trees.

Currently the only discernible sound is that of distant traffic, as at present Simon's concentration is on a mobile phone, which he is holding in his right hand; after Simon puts the phone away, in the pocket of his jeans, he turns his attention to the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'So, having rejoined the SCW roster on a full-time basis, here I am now, just days away from returning to action inside the six-sided ring. And despite having only competed in one match in the past thirteen months, already I find myself back in a position on Climax Control that I'm very familiar with: the main event.'

Simon casts a quick glance towards the ground, before looking back to the camera, and continuing.

Simon: 'After such a long absence from the ring, SCW has shown a great deal of faith in me, not only by putting me in a main event match straight away, but even just by allowing me to rejoin the roster in the first place. With how SCW has grown in recent years, spots on the roster are highly desirable, and me returning to SCW means that there's one less spot on the roster for someone else. Opportunities to be in the main event are also much sought-after, and the fact that I have instantly been placed in the main event upon my return, may cause some of the other members of the SCW roster to look enviously at me. So on Sunday evening, it's up to me to show that I deserve what I've been given - it's up to me to show that I'm still deserving of a spot on the SCW roster, and that my time as a main event level wrestler hasn't passed me by. And that's exactly what I intend to do, by teaming successfully with Despayre, to overcome Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, and Sean Jackson.'

Simon runs his hand through his hair.

Simon: 'As well as the reasons that I've just stated, it's also important for me to be victorious on Sunday so as to aid my aspirations of regaining the World Heavyweight Championship. While it's true that I'm still entitled to a return match for the title, I'm not so foolish as to think that I can automatically expect to be given the next shot at the current champion - especially not when there are other men, such as Sean Jackson, who have claims of their own to the title, justified or otherwise; if I can get the better of Sean Jackson at Climax Control, that could help show that I should be in front of him in the queue for a match with Kain, and so that's another reason why it's important for Despayre and me to defeat Evans and Jackson on Sunday evening.'

Simon reaches behind his back with his right hand; when Simon brings his hand back into a view, he is holding a bottle of water.

Simon: 'I am relishing having the chance to team with Despayre - given his record of having won the SCW tag team titles three times, with a different partner on each occasion, it's hard to argue against him being considered one of the best tag team wrestlers in SCW, or any other promotion. I couldn't have asked for a better partner, and knowing that I will have Despayre on my side gives me extra reason to be confident that my first match back in an SCW ring will be a successful one.'

Simon unscrews the cap on the bottle of water and takes a drink.

Simon: 'But Despayre is more than just a great tag team wrestler. Although he has been reluctant to compete in singles matches in the past, his recent triumph in winning the Internet Championship proved what many people - including myself - had believed for some time: that Despayre could be equally as successful as a singles wrestler, as he has been as part of a tag team. Earlier this year, during the Blast from the Past tournament, I tweeted that I would've liked to see him and Amanda Cortez win the tournament, so that he would get a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship; a match for that particular title may have to wait, but for now, I expect Despayre to continue his reign as the Internet Champion, by going on to beat Blaque Hart Bruce Evans at Summer XXXTreme, after he and I first defeat Evans and Sean Jackson, this coming Sunday.'

After taking another sip of water, Simon screws the cap of the bottle back on; he then places the bottle on the ground, by his feet, before continuing.

Simon: 'Once upon a time, I seemed to be incapable of winning a tag team match, no matter who my partner was, which led to me having a dislike for participating in tag team matches. However, since my initial arrival in SCW, I've been able to learn to enjoy being involved in tag team wrestling - although admittedly, that is thanks in no small part to the subsequent success I've had in tag team matches, inside the six-sided ring. I mean, while no-one is likely to refer to me any time soon as a "tag team specialist" - unlike Despayre - I have managed to put together a very respectable win/loss record in tag team matches, over the course of my time in SCW.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Someone might come up with the statistics to prove me wrong - Mercedes Vargas, I'm looking in your direction - but I would hazard a guess that I have the best record in tag team matches in SCW, of any wrestler not to have been a Tag Team Champion: I have won tag team matches in SCW with seven different partners, and I have been on the winning side in each of the last nine tag team matches that I've been involved in; if anyone thinks that this just sounds like me boasting, my point is, that while there is no doubting how good Despayre is, I'm more than capable of holding my own in a tag team match, and so the two of us together should make quite a formidable team - I'm certainly confident about our prospects of beating Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and Sean Jackson.'

Simon begins to reach down, to pick up the bottle of water, but he stops, when a thought crosses his mind.

Simon: 'You know, looking at what I've achieved in my career, the one thing that is really missing, is a Tag Team Championship. Now sure, I won the Blast from the Past tournament last year, with Brandi Shotze, and that's something that I'm very proud of. But the difference between winning a title, and getting a trophy for winning a tournament, is that once you win a tournament, you don't then have to try to defend the trophy. Perhaps if I fail in my attempt to regain the World Heavyweight Championship, I should set my sights on the tag team titles, instead; I would need to get myself a regular tag team partner though, from somewhere - maybe I could find one in East London.'

Simon winks at the camera; he does then retrieve the bottle of water.

Simon: 'As I've already mentioned, I have only competed in one match inside the six-sided ring, in the past thirteen months. That match took place on a show that was staged at a venue little more than a mile away from where I am now. However, come Sunday evening, I will be over nine thousand miles away from here, in Samoa. Throughout the last seven months, I've watched as SCW has toured various parts of the globe, while I've been at home, here in the UK. I'm sure that by not returning to SCW sooner, I've missed out on some great experiences, performing in front of the fans in each of the different countries, but having in the past been part of the Caribbean beach tour, and the original tour of Africa, I am now looking forward to what the remainder of the world tour has in store, starting with the show this Sunday, in Samoa; I aim to play my part in giving the fans in Samoa a main event that they will enjoy, and in providing a favourable outcome.'

Simon unscrews the cap on the bottle of water, and takes another drink.

Simon: 'Where I'm sat now, is actually opposite the building that I worked in during my time away from wrestling - like my relationship with SCW, I guess I just can't stay away. In all seriousness though, I'm not missing having to go in there each day, and put up with the monotony of the job. But yet, while my current employer pays me to work one day each week, rather than five, in practice, being a professional wrestler is more of a full-time job than what I was doing over there is.'

With his free hand, Simon gestures beyond the camera, in the direction of his former office.

Simon: 'When I was working there, come five o'clock, that would be my job done for the day. But as a professional wrestler, the hard work never stops - whether it's training, or studying an opponent, there's always something to be done. You know what, though? I'm not complaining. I've missed it - I've missed it all: I've missed the preparations that go into the week leading up to a match; I've missed the challenge of competition; and I've missed the sense of fulfillment that winning a match brings - I plan on getting reacquainted with that feeling this Sunday, at Climax Control.'

Simon gulps down some more of his water.

Simon: 'If either Blaque Hart Bruce Evans or Sean Jackson - or anyone else, for that matter - thinks that I could be hindered on Sunday by a lack of fitness, due to my time away from the ring, they are sorely mistaken. I may have turned thirty-six at the end of June, but thanks to my friendship with a certain Welsh Bombshell, who just so happens to be a qualified personal trainer, I'm in as good a shape as I've ever been. And in spite of my advancing years, my body is not worn down; I'm ready to absorb whatever punishment Messrs Evans and Jackson can dish out, and to then pay them back in spades - I will not allow my return to SCW to commence with a loss.'

Simon has another drink from the bottle of water, before screwing the cap back on; he then places the bottle back on the ground, and continues.

Simon: 'With all of the attention that my return has garnered, it's easy to forget that this Sunday's contest will also be the first match back inside the six-sided ring for Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, following his own return to SCW. And it will also be the first time that he and I have ever crossed paths. Bruce has his own reasons for why he spent time away from SCW; I'm not going to sit here and make jibes about his private life, though - I believe that a person should have the right to keep their private life exactly that: private. But there's something in particular that he said two weeks ago, which resonated with me: that "there are no more heroes" in SCW. Well, Bruce, they may be thin on the ground, but as of last weekend, there is now at least one more good guy in SCW - and come Sunday evening, he'll be stood across the ring from you.'

Simon leans forward slightly.

Simon: 'You see, Bruce, it may seem that everyone wants to be the bad guy, but I don't; I cherish the connection that I have with fans - I will never turn my back on them. Besides, as a two-time SCW World Heavyweight Champion, I believe I have proven that nice guys don't always have to finish last - and I'm confident that on Sunday, Despayre and I will show you that in person, Bruce, by upending you and Sean Jackson.'

Simon sits up straight again.

Simon: 'I don't want to discredit your ability, Bruce, but in challenging Despayre, I think you may have bitten off more than you can chew. Of course, I understand why you've challenged him: you want to regain the Internet Championship. However, I can't see that title leaving his possession any time soon. Do you understand what you're letting yourself in for, Bruce? I've been in the ring with Despayre - I have first-hand experience of how talented he is, and I can assure you, I would much rather have him be a teammate than an opponent. I think Climax Control is just going to turn out to be a precursor for what will happen at Summer XXXTreme: you will fall to Despayre - only this Sunday, you'll have to contend with me, as well; unlucky, Bruce.'

Simon then pauses for a moment, to gather his thoughts, before he continues.

Simon: 'Of all the people in SCW, if anyone was going to try to spoil my return to SCW last weekend, I would have guessed that Sean Jackson would be the culprit - it wasn't the first time that he has interrupted me as I was addressing the fans, and I daresay that it won't be the last. And I'm sure that on Sunday, he would take an extra special pleasure in ruining my in-ring return, if he was able to do so - but I don't plan on letting that happen.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'When he finds the time to talk about our forthcoming match, I'm sure Sean will mention that the last time he and Despayre were opponents, he was part of the team that ended the long unbeaten run of Sinful Obsession. I expect, however, that Sean will fail to mention what happened the last time he and I were opponents in a tag team match - that time, his team lost. In truth, both of those matches were so long ago, that they will have very little bearing on what happens on Sunday. But if nothing else, Sean should at least be prepared for the sight that awaits him at the end of the match this Sunday: the sight of me and my partner getting our hands raised in victory.'

Simon picks the bottle of water up off the ground again.

Simon: 'There's so much I could say about Sean Jackson, that I could have just made him the focus of this video, and spent the entire duration of it criticising him and praising him in almost equal measure. I think I'll save the rest of what I have to say about him for another day, though; with how much I've said already, those of you watching this are probably close to getting sick of the sound of my voice - and besides, given our shared ambition of regaining the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, it's likely that, whatever happens on Sunday, Sean and I will be seeing each other again soon enough.'

Simon gets up from the bench.

Simon: 'For now, all that I have left to say to you, Sean - and to you as well, Bruce - is don't get your hopes up about you winning on Sunday; I didn't come back to SCW to lose. See you in Samoa, gents.'

Simon stares towards the camera for another few seconds. He then turns to his right, and walks off - as he does so, the scene fades to black.

 The video opens with a blank, black screen, and part of a song is played, which contains the following lyrics:

#I'm free to be whatever I
#Whatever I choose
#And I'll sing the blues if I want

#I'm free to say whatever I
#Whatever I like
#If it's wrong or right it's alright

The song then stops, and the black screen fades away to be replaced by a shot that has the living room of Simon Jones' home in Las Vegas, in the foreground, while in the background, the dining room of the home can be seen. The day is Monday 23rd June - the day after the episode of Climax Control that saw Simon announce he will be leaving SCW, following Into The Void III.

Sat alone, to the right-hand side of the shot, in one of two brown leather sofas that are in the living room - the other sofa being directly opposite the camera - is Simon; he is wearing navy blue jeans, and a light grey t-shirt. Within a matter of seconds, from the left-hand side of the shot, into view Jacqueline Jones; she is wearing black jeans, and a turquoise and black floral print sleeveless blouse.

Jacqueline is carrying two mugs; she walks towards Simon and hands one of them - a royal blue mug, which has the logo of Birmingham City F.C. on it - to him.

Simon: 'Thanks, love.'

Jacqueline takes a seat next to Simon, on the sofa; the couple then both take a drink from their respective mugs. As Simon takes a second sip, his wife asks him a question.

Jacqueline: 'So, how was Phoenix?'

Simon: 'It was very warm - just like here.'

Jacqueline: 'Is that all you have to say for Phoenix - that it's very warm?'

Simon: 'I know I sound like a stereotypical Brit, talking about the weather, but I wasn't in Phoenix long enough to see much of it, other than the airport and the venue for Climax Control - if I had stuck around in Phoenix, to see more of what the city has to offer, then that would have delayed me getting back here, to you and Matty.'

Simon leans forward, to place his mug on the floor, by the side of the sofa; he then looks back at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'I never thought that I would miss the unpredictable British climate. But right now, some cooler weather would be a welcome relief from this heat and humidity.'

Jacqueline: 'I'll remind you of that comment in a couple of months' time, when we're sat at home, in Cardiff, watching the rain pouring down outside, while the men and women of SCW are sunning themselves, aboard the cruise ship that they use for Summer XXXTreme.'

Simon smiles.

Simon: 'I have no doubt that you will remind me of it - and that you will take pleasure in doing so.'

Jacqueline takes another sip from her mug.

Simon: 'Seriously, though, could you imagine trying to do something like play football for ninety-plus minutes in this heat? Because it won't be much hotter than this in eight years' time, when the World Cup is staged in Qatar; in Brazil, they're having water breaks during the football - in Qatar, they'll be having football breaks during the water drinking.'

Jacqueline smiles at Simon's remark; she then places her mug on the floor, before looking back to her husband.

Jacqueline: 'So how do you feel, now that you've made your big announcement?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'Relieved, I suppose.'

Simon then sighs.

Simon: 'I'm glad to have gotten it out of the way - now I can just look forward to my final few weeks in SCW, with everyone else being well aware of what my situation is.'

Jacqueline: 'When you were stood in the ring, with the fans chanting, "Please don't go," did you have any second thoughts?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'None whatsoever. Everything that I said last night was true; I will miss being part of SCW, and I'll miss performing in front of those fans. But up until now, everywhere that we've lived has been affected by where I've been working - it's time to put my family first, for a change. Why - you've not suddenly decided that you want to stay in Vegas, have you?'

Now it is Jacqueline's turn to shake her head.

Jacqueline: 'No - as much as I've enjoyed our time over here, I'm looking forward to being able to call the UK home again. But it's not easy, watching you give up a job with a company that I know means a lot to you.'

Simon: 'I'm doing it for you and Matty - I would give up anything for you.'

Jacqueline: 'What, even the Blues?'

Simon holds up his right hand.

Simon: 'Whoa, stop - let's not go crazy.'

Jacqueline giggles slightly.

Jacqueline: 'Have you renewed your season ticket yet?'

Simon: 'No, not yet - I'll leave that until we're back in Cardiff. Oh, how I'm looking forward to being at Middlesbrough, on the opening day of the season; I just hope that next season is an improvement on last season - otherwise, I could find myself wishing that we had stopped in Vegas.'

Jacqueline: 'You know, on the occasions when Birmingham are playing in London, I think that I might go with you.'

Simon frowns.

Simon: 'Really? You want to go with me to some of the games? That's...'

Jacqueline interrupts Simon.

Jacqueline: 'No - don't get your hopes up. What I meant was, that I'll go with you to London, and then, while you head off to watch the Blues play, I'll go to visit Emma and Ben - unless he's busy watching Millwall - at their home in the capital.'

Simon: 'That would be good; I had thought that, the one piece of bad timing, as far as us moving back to the UK is concerned, is that we're doing so just as you and Emma are becoming good friends.'

Jacqueline: 'Well, then I guess we'll benefit from Ben and Emma being able to afford to have homes in both Vegas and London.'

Jacqueline smiles, as something crosses her mind.

Jacqueline: 'And of course, when I go to visit Emma, I'll take Tilly with me.'

Jacqueline's smile changes to more of a smirk, as Simon feigns astonishment.

Simon: 'Oh, it's Tilly now, is it? What happened to you wanting Matilda's nickname to be Tilda?'

Jacqueline: 'What's wrong with Tilly? I like it.'

Simon: 'This is Emma's doing, isn't it?'

Simon shakes his fist, in mock anger.

Simon: 'Damn you, twinie.'

Jacqueline: 'Come on, Simon - Tilly is a better nickname for a girl than Matty.'

Simon: 'Well, I guess we'll just have to let Matilda decide, herself - you know, once she olds enough to. Although I fear that I might be fighting a losing battle.'

Jacqueline nods her head.

Jacqueline: 'Yep; you, against Emma and I - that's an inter-gender handicap match that you stand little chance of winning.'

Simon chuckles.

Simon: 'My toughest opponents yet.'

Jacqueline smiles, before shifting herself along the sofa, to kiss Simon; as Simon then turns his body towards Jacqueline, she lies back, resting her head on his chest.

Jacqueline: 'Speaking of matches, do you have any idea what SCW has in store for you between now and when you leave?'

Simon: 'Nope; now that I'm no longer the champion, and with me only going to be around for a few more weeks, who knows what they'll do with me. It might be nice, though, to be involved in a couple of matches in which the outcome is not going to have any bearing on my future in wrestling - there will be less pressure that way. And with less pressure, I can relax, and try to enjoy myself more.'

Jacqueline: 'If you had retained the title last week, would you still have made your announcement last night, or would you have waited?'

Simon: 'I don't know, love; with Into The Void fast approaching, I would have had to do it sooner, rather than later - but would I have done it last night? I'm not sure.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'That doesn't matter much, though; it's all hypothetical, anyway - the title is not mine any more.'

Jacqueline: 'Well, you're still my champion.'

Simon smiles down at his wife.

Simon: 'And that's a title that I will have to be killed to have taken away from me.'

Simon then wraps his arms around Jacqueline, holding her tightly to him.

Simon: 'I hope I didn't sound like a sore loser when I made the announcement last night - I wanted to make it clear that me losing the heavyweight title had in no way influenced my decision to leave SCW.'

Jacqueline: 'I think you made that quite clear - although if some people want to think otherwise, you can't stop them from doing so.'

Simon: 'People like Sean Jackson, probably.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Well, let them think what they want. Because four weeks from now, it will be none of my concern - I'll be free.'

As Simon and Jacqueline lie together on the sofa, in their warm embrace, the scene fades away to another blank, black screen; a further portion of "Whatever" by Oasis is then played:

#Free to be whatever you
#Whatever you say
#If it comes my way it's alright

#You're free to be wherever you
#Wherever you please
#You can shoot the breeze if you want

After the song stops, the screen fades away to a shot of Simon Jones, sat on a green patio chair, by the back yard of his house, on the afternoon of Friday 4th July. Simon - who is wearing royal blue jeans, and a pale blue long sleeve t-shirt - is turned away from the camera, staring off into the distance. However, he soon turns to face the camera - and he then begins to speak.

Simon: 'So, for me, the countdown is on: in sixteen days, at Into The Void III, my time in SCW will reach its climax. And speaking of climaxes, this coming Sunday will see me competing in a match on an episode of Climax Control for the final time - well, the final time for the foreseeable future.'

Simon lifts his right foot up off the floor, and rests it on a nearby footstool, that matches the patio chair.

Simon: 'The match that I will be competing in this Sunday, will be the first match that I have been involved in for three weeks; it will be both my first match since losing the Heavyweight Championship, as well my first match since announcing my imminent departure from SCW. Of course, the powers that be have known for five weeks that I would be leaving SCW before long, but with me no longer being the Heavyweight Champion, I do wonder whether they have struggled to decide how to use me in my final appearances in the six-sided ring - right now, I get the feeling that I'm kind of like a spare part, that you don't know what to do with. However, I couldn't have asked for much better than the match - or more specifically, the partner - that they've given me for this Sunday.'

A wide smile crosses Simon's face.

Simon: 'Yes, in two days' time, Roxi Johnson and I will get the chance to reprise our tag team; Roxi wanted it, I wanted it, and now that the request has been granted, hopefully the two of us can put on a decent showing for the fans - and hopefully get the win, too.'

Simon glances over his right shoulder, as he again looks off into the distance momentarily; he then turns back to look at the camera, and continues.

Simon: 'As I awaited news of my next match, there was a danger that I would lack motivation, depending on the details of the match that I was scheduled in - with me being on the verge of exiting SCW, a couple of wins, or a couple of losses, is not going to have any effect on my career; there was the possibility that I could find myself just going through the motions, without any pressure on me to perform. But now I know that I'm going to be teaming with Roxi, my motivation - and that pressure - has come rushing back; a word of warning for Jericho Hill and Zuri Justice - the duo that will be our opponents on Sunday: when I have to perform under pressure, is usually when I'm at my best.'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'You see, while professionally, I don't really have anything hinging on the outcome of Sunday's match, on a purely personal level, I still do; Roxi may have said that she doesn't think it's possible for me to let her down, seemingly regardless of what happens on Sunday - but I'm still going to give this match everything that I can, so as to try to ensure that I definitely won't let her down, in any way whatsoever. And I want to help Roxi; I want to help her build on the victory that she achieved five days ago, by partnering her to another win this Sunday, and thus helping her to continue to gather momentum, as she works her way towards regaining the Bombshell Championship.'

Simon leans forward slightly.

Simon: 'Because that's what friends do: they help each other. And of the females on the SCW roster, Roxi is one of the two bombshells that I'm closest to - the other being Emma Rose. Which reminds me...'

Simon pauses to roll up the left sleeve of his t-shirt, uncovering his wrist, around which is the Breitling watch that was given to him as a birthday gift, by Ben Jordan and Emma Rose.

Simon: 'Thanks again, Emma - and Ben.'

Simon quickly glances at the watch, before turning his attention back to the camera.

Simon: 'Anyway, so that's why there will still be some pressure on me come Sunday: because of my desire to aid Roxi on her path back to the Bombshell Championship. And that's also why I'm determined to have my final appearance on Climax Control - for now - be a successful one.'

Simon the leans back again, against his chair.

Simon: 'On paper, my final match on Climax Control appears to be more straightforward than my first match was, in May of last year. Now, as coincidence would have it, Jericho Hill was also one of the participants in that match, fourteen months ago. In fact, that match is the only previous occasion when myself and Hill have been opponents. And having won that match, despite having had little time to prepare for the match, or my opponents - after only deciding to enter the match at the eleventh hour - with me this time having a full week to prepare for Jericho Hill, I am confident that I will again be able to get the better of him.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Jericho Hill, I don't quite know what to think about you - and not just because of how bizarre some of your antics have been. I mean, you originally arrived in SCW around the same time as I did, last year - you were here for a few months, before disappearing, only for you to then resurface a couple of months ago. But as of late, you've been rather quiet again - which leads me to wonder, whether you're about to do another disappearing act.'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'One theme that has been recurrent, throughout the time you've spent in SCW, is a lack of success; for all of the noise that you've made - not so much recently, but at times in the past - you don't have much to show for it, in terms of actual victories. And I don't foresee the outcome of Sunday's match being any different for you. But, I suppose, at least you're being given something that you asked Mark Ward for, two months ago: a match against me; most people may have forgotten that, but I remember you confronting Mark Ward, with a list of demands: you told him you wanted Kain, Rage, or me. Well, you had the chance to fight Rage at Chaos In Cape Town - and lost; this Sunday, you'll get to fight me - and I fully intend to hand you another loss.'

Simon lifts his foot up off the footstool, and places it back on the floor.

Simon: 'I assume the only reason that my name entered the conversation you had with Mark Ward, was because at that time, I was still the SCW Heavyweight Champion - had I not been the champion, I doubt that you would have been as eager to be given a match against me. But that's fine with me - it wasn't the first time that someone in SCW had asked to be given a match against me, because of me being the champion: twelve months ago, Odette Ryder - as she still was, then - wanted to give her dream match away, so that Gabriel could have a match with me for the title; what she ended up with was herself and Gabriel in a mixed tag team match, against me and the then-Bombshell Champion - Roxi Johnson.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'That match, against Gabriel and Odette, was the first time that Roxi and I had really had any interaction with one another; in Roxi's own words, "we did okay" - but okay wasn't good enough, against a couple that had been together for some time. However, while Roxi and I may have lost that particular match, some good still came of it, as it initiated the friendship that the two of us has. And two months later, when Roxi and I were tag team partners again - that time against the formidable duo of Goth and Gothika - we did a better job of showing what the pair of us are capable of.'

Simon briefly smiles again, before continuing.

Simon: 'Jericho Hill, Zuri Justice: you're not Gabriel and Odette Stevens; you're not Goth and Gothika; you're a makeshift team, that has been forced together, to be opponents for myself and Roxi Johnson, as we're given the opportunity to team up once more before I leave SCW. It's almost as if this match has been designed specially, for Roxi and I to win - I know that, come Sunday, we'll certainly be expected to win; having both expressed a desire to be tag team partners again, it would be embarrassing for Roxi and I if we were to then lose. I can't let that happen - I won't let that happen; I can't let Roxi down, nor will I let her down. I'm determined - as I'm sure she is - to have our reunion, be a happy and successful one.'

The sound of fireworks is then heard in the background; Simon raises his voice, as he talks over the noise.

Simon: 'Well, I guess that someone is trying to tell me to wrap this up; enjoy the rest of your Independence Day - or if, like me, you're not American, enjoy the rest of your Friday - and I'll see you on Sunday, in Tempe.'

And with that, as Simon sits staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.

 The video opens with a blank, black screen; the first sound to be heard is the voice of Sylvia Jones.

Sylvia: 'Hello?'

That is followed by the panicked sounding voice of her brother, Simon Jones.

Simon: 'Sylvia?'

Sylvia: 'Yes, it's me - were you expecting someone else?'

Having been caught off-guard by that question, Simon's tone of voice changes, as he stumbles over his words.

Simon: 'What? No...I...'

Simon is interrupted by his sister.

Sylvia: 'Hey, what's this I hear about you cheating on Jacqui?'

Simon's tone of voice changes again, now sounding incredulous.

Simon: 'What?! I haven't cheated on Jacqui - I would never play away from home; you must know that, surely?'

Sylvia: 'The Simon that I know wouldn't cheat on his wife - so why does she think that you have cheated on her?'

Simon: 'After I returned home, I talked to Jacqui about what we discussed last week: I told her that I've been thinking about leaving SCW, to move back to the UK, permanently - but she mistook my reasons for wanting to do so.'

Sylvia: 'She thinks you want to stay in Cardiff, because you've started an extramarital relationship with someone there.'

Simon: 'Correct.'

Sylvia: 'But why on earth would she think that?'

Simon: 'Do you remember me telling you about the girl that I befriended at the gym?'

Sylvia: 'Yeah, kind of; Natalie, is that her name?'

Simon: 'That's right. A friend of Jacqui's saw Natalie and I at the gym, as well as socialising away from the gym - from that, she inferred that I was having an affair; she then relayed her observations to Jacqui, who it seems agrees that the sightings of me with Natalie - in more than one location - are evidence of me having an affair.'

Sylvia: 'And she thinks that you wanting to stay in Cardiff, is further evidence of that.'

Simon: 'Right. So look, Syl, the reason why I called you, is that I was hoping you could speak to Jacqui for me, and try to get her to come to her senses - please.'

Sylvia: 'What can I say to Jacqui that could get her to change her mind?'

Simon: 'Just tell her everything that we discussed last week, while we were in Cape Town - tell Jacqui that I genuinely want to do what is right for her and Matty, and put them first, ahead of my career; moreover, try to convince Jacqui that I'm not having an affair.'

Sylvia: 'And what if she doesn't believe me?'

Simon: 'I don't know - I really don't know; I'm almost out of ideas as it is.'

Sylvia sighs.

Sylvia: 'Okay, Simon - I'll try.'

The scene fades in to again show the living room of Simon Jones' house in Cardiff, this time on the evening of Friday 30th May. Simon is sat on the black sofa - that is opposite the camera - quietly reading a book; he is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, and a dark red t-shirt that has the Superdry logo on it.

The silence is broken by the sound of a doorbell; Simon puts the book down beside him, on the sofa, and then stands up. The camera follows Simon, as he walks through the open door - that is to the right of the sofa - out of the living room and into the hallway. Simon glances to his left, where - in the kitchen - Jacqueline Jones can be seen sat on a chair, chatting on a phone; Simon then turns to his right, towards the front door. Simon opens the door, and stood outside, is an attractive woman, who looks to be in her early twenties; she has long, dark brown hair - which is tied back in a ponytail - and she is wearing a pair of black trousers, and a white polo shirt.

Both Simon's facial expression, and his tone of voice, convey his surprise at seeing this woman on his doorstep.

Simon: 'Natalie?'

Natalie: 'Hi, Simon.'

Simon: 'What are you doing here?'

Natalie: 'I...'

Natalie barely has a chance to respond, before she is interrupted by Simon.

Simon: 'Hold on - how did you get my address? I remember telling you that I live in Cathays, but I don't recall being any more specific than that.'

Natalie: 'I went through the files at the gym, that contain the details of everyone that has a membership - we're not supposed to use the information for personal reasons, but I had to do something to try to help you. So I found your address, and then, once my shift was over, I came here as quickly as I could.'

Simon: 'I see. Well, I'm not really sure how much you are going to be able to help me.'

Natalie: 'I want to at least try. Is your wife in? I would like to try talking to her, if I may.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'Okay; I suppose it can hardly make matters any worse than they already are.'

Simon steps to one side, to allow Natalie to enter the house, and then shuts the door behind her; stood next to Simon, Natalie appears to be only around an inch shorter than him.

Simon: 'She's in the kitchen.'

Natalie: 'Lead the way.'

The camera follows Simon and Natalie, as they make their way along the hallway, and into the kitchen, where Jacqueline is now on her feet, having risen from the chair that she was sat in previously; Jacqueline is wearing a pair of pink slim leg trousers and a dark green tunic.

Jacqueline has finished the telephone conversation that she was having - although she is still holding the phone in her right hand; she looks across at her husband, and the woman stood by him - both of whom are looking towards Jacqueline. Simon glances anxiously at Natalie, and then looks to his wife again.

Simon: 'Jacqui, this...'

As Simon hesitates, Natalie introduces herself, confidently.

Natalie: 'Hi, I'm Natalie.'

Jacqueline: 'The girl from the gym?'

Natalie nods her head; Jacqueline looks her up and down.

Jacqueline: 'You certainly look like you spend plenty of time at the gym.'

Natalie: 'And the picture of you that Simon showed me, doesn't do you justice.'

Jacqueline: 'Well, thank you.'

A moment of awkward silence follows, before Natalie speaks again.

Natalie: 'Look, I know that I'm probably the last person you expected to see standing in your kitchen, but I had to come here to speak to you, and to assure you that there is nothing going on between Simon and I; the two of us are friends - and nothing more.'

Natalie glances at Simon, who is looking down at the floor; she then looks back to Jacqueline.

Natalie: 'On the first day I met Simon, he told me about you, and your daughter; whenever he spoke about the two of you, the pride in his voice was unmistakable. Now, contrast that with how he has looked this week: he has looked like a broken man; he has still been working out, but his heart hasn't been in - he's just been going through the motions.'

Natalie glances at Simon once more, before looking back at Jacqueline.

Natalie: 'After Simon arrived at the gym on Wednesday morning, he completely ignored me; he made no effort to talk to me - he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. But then, I cornered him, and he opened up to me about what had happened with you, the night before.'

Natalie again glances at Simon - who is still looking at the floor - and then looks back to Jacqueline.

Natalie: 'I'm not a home-wrecker - I wouldn't do that to another woman. And I know that I've only known Simon for about a month and a half, but given the fondness with which he would always speak about you, I find it hard to believe that he would ever even think about cheating on you, let alone actually do it.'

Simon finally tears his eyes away from the floor, as he looks up at his wife - a pained expression on his face, anguish in his voice.

Simon: 'I would never cheat on you, Jacqui; please, you have to believe me.'

Jacqueline sighs; she puts the phone down on the kitchen worktop, behind her.

Jacqueline: 'That was Sylvia, who I was talking to on the phone.'

Simon looks at Natalie.

Simon: 'My sister.'

Natalie nods her head; she and Simon both turn back to look at Jacqueline.

Jacqueline: 'Sylvia told me about everything that the two of you did while you were in Cape Town - including everything that the two of you discussed.'

Simon: 'And?'

Jacqueline: 'And, after hearing what she had to say - and after hearing what Natalie here just said, too - I...I believe you.'

Simon: 'Really?'

Jacqueline nods her head, and Simon then rushes across, to hug her; Natalie smiles, at the sight of the couple's embrace.

Jacqueline: 'Oh, Simon - I've been such a fool, haven't I?'

Simon cups his wife's face with his hands.

Simon: 'Hey, I'll always love you, no matter what - you remember that, okay?'

Jacqueline nods her head again.

Simon: 'The biggest mistake I ever made, was thirteen years ago, when I went off to the US, and left you behind in the UK - I don't know how I coped, being without you for all of those months. But one thing I do know, is that I'll never let go of you again.'

Simon hugs his wife tightly, once more. Simon then looks at Natalie, smiles, and silently mouths the words, "Thank you;" Natalie smiles back, and mouths, "You're welcome." And within a matter of seconds, the scene fades to black.

 Monday 5th May

The scene opens inside the living room of the house that is owned by Simon and Jacqueline Jones, in Cardiff. Jacqueline is lying - seemingly asleep - on a black sofa, which is opposite to the camera; she is barefoot, wearing mauve pyjama bottoms, and a matching camisole. To the left of the sofa - by Jacqueline's head - is a wooden side table, on which is a baby monitor, and a television remote control; to the right of the sofa - in the corner of the room - is a door, and adjacent to that is a currently unoccupied, black armchair.

Aside from some background noise - which appears to be chatter emitted by a television - the room is quiet. Before long though, the sound of a door opening and closing can be heard; seconds later, the door to the living room is opened, and in walks Simon, who is wearing a pair of black trainers, navy blue jeans, and a zipped-up black coat. Simon looks over at Jacqueline, smiles at the sight of her, and closes the door behind him as quietly as he can; he then walks over to his wife, and bends down to kiss her on the forehead.

As Simon walks towards the armchair, Jacqueline slowly opens her eyes, and then yawns, before addressing her husband.

Jacqueline: 'You're back, then. What time is it?'

Simon unzips and takes off his coat, revealing the same sky blue DR Congo football jersey that he was seen wearing when he was stood in the ring in Kinshasa the night before, during Climax Control.

Simon: 'It's about quarter past nine.'

Simon places his coat on the armchair, and then turns back to face Jacqueline.

Jacqueline: 'And how was Kinshasa?'

Simon: 'It was alright, I suppose; things got a bit more physical than I had planned, but at least the altercation that I had with Sean Jackson ended with me being the one standing tall, in the ring.'

Jacqueline: 'So I saw; how's your head?'

Jacqueline covers her mouth with her right hand, attempting to stifle another yawn.

Simon: 'It's fine - nothing for you to worry about.'

Simon smiles at his wife, reassuringly.

Simon: 'How has Matty been while I've been away?'

Jacqueline: 'She was a nuisance for much of yesterday - and the day before. But today, thankfully, she has slept for most of the day - as have I.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Sleeping off a hangover, were you?'

Jacqueline: 'I wasn't hungover - I just wasn't feeling well.'

Jacqueline sits up, as Simon laughs.

Simon: 'You so were hungover.'

Simon walks over to the sofa, and takes a seat, next to Jacqueline - who picks up the remote control for the television, and presses a button, causing the background noise to cease; after putting the remote control back on the side table, Jacqueline turns to face her husband.

Simon: 'So you had a good night out with the girls, then?'

Jacqueline: 'Oh, absolutely - there was no shortage of alcohol, and I got to hear about everything that I've missed out on while we've been away; it felt like forever since I had last seen them all - it had been so long that I had forgotten how much fun they are to be around.'

Simon smiles at Jacqueline again.

Simon: 'I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself - for putting up with my globetrotting, and having to look after Matty by yourself, you certainly deserve it.'

Simon leans forward, to kiss his wife.

Jacqueline: 'Well, I'm glad that I was able to join my friends, as they made the most of their bank holiday weekend.'

Simon: 'And so they should.'

Simon leans back, gazing upwards, as he rests his head against the sofa.

Simon: 'August two years ago - that was the last time I had a day off work because of a bank holiday; being a professional wrestler, only having to work one day each week - if that - you forget how much you appreciate little things like bank holidays, and the additional days off that they give you when you're doing a normal, Monday to Friday job.'

Jacqueline: 'It almost sounds as though you miss spending thirty-five or more hours in an office each week.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'I don't miss the grind - I don't miss the monotony. I don't envy all those people that will be back at work tomorrow, having been off today. The only thing that I miss about my old job, at times, is the camaraderie.'

Simon turns his head to look at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'Of the women that you were out with last night, how many of them, did where you worked, play a role in you becoming friends with them?'

Jacqueline takes a moment to consider the question, before answering.

Jacqueline: 'Most of them. If not all of them.'

Simon: 'So surely you can't deny that, at times, you miss going into work each day, and seeing the faces of those friends of yours. Now, I know that since you left at the start of last year, some of them have moved on too, having gotten jobs elsewhere. And obviously, if you were still in your old job, you would be on maternity leave now, anyway. But you understand, what I mean, right? In the past sixteen months, the only people that you have seen on a regular basis are myself and Jason - and since the start of this year, Matty.'

Jacqueline: 'You and Matilda are the two most important people in the world to me, so as long as I'm with the two of you, I'll be happy - wherever we are.'

Simon leans towards Jacqueline slightly, putting his right arm around her shoulders.

Simon: 'Well, wherever the next few years takes us, it will only be a matter of time until I end up working in an office again, somewhere.'

Jacqueline frowns.

Jacqueline: 'Why?'

Simon: 'Because I'm thirty-four years of age - a month away from turning thirty-five. I know that my body isn't as worn down as the bodies of most wrestlers my age - due to the near-decade that I spent away from the ring - but still, how much longer is my body going to allow me to be able to continue to wrestle?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'And I haven't made enough money during my wrestling career that, when I do call it quits, I'm just going to be able to sit back and watch the grass grow. I mean, I make more money from wrestling than I do from being sat at a desk - but not enough that you and I are going to be set for life. So once I'm finished with wrestling, I'll have to get another job doing something.'

Jacqueline leans into Simon, resting her head on his shoulder.

Simon: 'I see the size of the homes of some of the other wrestlers in SCW, I hear some of them - like Kain - boast about how much money they have raked in from fighting, and I wonder about some of the career choices that I've made; did I take a hiatus from wrestling at the wrong time? Was there a boom period that I missed? Or do I just need to get myself a better agent - or rather, a proper agent?'

Jacqueline: 'What, are you jealous of them?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'No; whatever money they have gotten, it's because they earned it - and I'm content with what I have to show for my hard work. But it would be nice, though, to not have to worry at all about the future - from a financial perspective. Still, it could be worse: we could be like some our friends, who live from payday to payday.'

Jacqueline: 'I highly doubt that we'll ever be in that bleak a situation.'

Simon: 'Thankfully not. But whatever the future does bring, we'll survive - just as we always do; whether it's me defying expectations in the ring, or you having to look after a young child on your own, we always manage to cope with whatever is thrust upon us.'

Jacqueline: 'Yeah. And besides, the best things in life are free.'

Simon chuckles.

Simon: 'I'm not sure about that - I would say that you are priceless.'

Simon kisses the hair on the top of Jacqueline's head.

Jacqueline: 'You know you just mentioned Kain...'

Jacqueline's voice trails off.

Simon: 'Yeah - what about him?'

Jacqueline: 'He's one of your opponents next weekend, isn't he?'

Simon: 'Yep; from having been partners eight days ago, we're back to being opponents - a scenario that, under normal circumstances, we would probably both be more comfortable with.'

Jacqueline: 'This match isn't going to be normal?'

Simon: 'Well, you said "opponents" - so you're obviously aware that the match I'll be involved in will be a tag team match. What makes the match anomalous is that Sean Jackson will be my partner, while Kain's partner for the night will be Andrew Garcia.'

Jacqueline: 'You're being forced to team with the man that will be your challenger a fortnight later - and likewise for Garcia, right?'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'That's true - but that's not the unusual part about the match, as tag team matches pairing future opponents together aren't exactly unheard of: as I pointed out two weeks ago, Casey Williams and I were once tag team partners - which brought about a temporary ceasefire between us, as we briefly refrained from attacking each other. And this particular match won't even be the only one of its type next Sunday, what with the match featuring the bombshell champions and their challengers set to follow, plus the main event that will be centred around the competitors in the tag team division.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'No, what makes this particular match peculiar is that Andrew Garcia and Sean Jackson are going to be opponents - two members of the same stable, will be on opposing sides. On paper they will be opponents, but I doubt that they will actually come to blows; I reckon that Kain and I will find ourselves doing the majority of the work for our respective teams, and that the match will bear more resemblance to a one-on-one match than a tag team match.'

Jacqueline: 'Does that prospect concern you, at all?'

Simon: 'Nope. However things play out - whether Garcia and Jackson do their share of the heavy lifting, or whether Kain and I have to go it alone - it will just be another challenge for me to overcome. And fortunately, in recent months, I've made a good fist of overcoming the various challenges that I've been presented with.'

Jacqueline: 'I believe in you.'

Simon puts his left arm around his wife, pulling Jacqueline closer to him, in a tight embrace.

Simon: 'That makes two of you, then.'

Jacqueline finds herself frowning again.

Jacqueline: 'What?'

Simon: 'You and Amy Marshall.'

Simon smiles, before glancing around his living room; he then looks back to Jacqueline.

Simon: 'You know when I mentioned the wealth of some of the other wrestlers in SCW, and you asked me if I was jealous of them...'

Jacqueline: 'Yes.'

Simon: '...well, I may not be jealous of them, but every other male on the SCW roster has a very good reason to be jealous of me.'

Jacqueline: 'Because you hold the heavyweight title?'

Simon: 'Exactly - and I don't plan on letting it slip from my grasp. It may not be an ideal situation, but if I have to team with Sean Jackson against Kain and Andrew Garcia, then so be it; I'll put in the effort, to try to make a success of my circumstances - as I invariably do. Then, it's on to Cape Town, to defend the title against Jackson - and I don't intend to return home without it.'

The couple then just sit, holding each other, relaxing in silence. The silence doesn't last long at all, though, as it is quickly broken by the sound - from the baby monitor - of their young daughter, crying; Jacqueline sighs.

Jacqueline: 'And we had just gotten comfortable.'

Simon: 'You stay here, love; you've had to do enough this weekend - I'll go up and see to Matty.'

Simon extricates himself from his wife, as he rises to his feet.

Jacqueline: 'Are you sure?'

Simon: 'Yeah; it's been around three days since I last laid my eyes on Matty, so I think it's about time I saw her again - before she starts to forget what I look like. Besides, I'm not the one that's recovering from a hangover.'

Jacqueline: 'I was not hungover!'

Simon holds up both of his hands, protesting his innocence.

Simon: 'Okay, whatever you say.'

Simon turns and walks towards the living room door; he pulls open the door, but then turns back to look at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'While I'm upstairs, would you please check what's happening in the football - see if Liverpool are giving themselves any chance of winning the Premier League.'

Jacqueline: 'Even if they do win this match, they still won't go on to win the title - a bit like Sean Jackson.'

Simon grins at his wife's quip.

Jacqueline: 'But I'll see what the score is, anyway.'

Simon: 'Thank you.'

As Jacqueline shuffles across the sofa, to reach for the remote control, and as Simon heads upstairs, to tend to Matilda, the scene fades to black.

Wednesday 7th May

The scene opens to show a grassy area, that is populated by several wooden picnic tables. The camera is focused on one table in particular - the only one of the tables at which anyone is sitting; sat alone at the table is Simon Jones, who is wearing a pair of silver trainers, dark blue jeans, and a black coat. Behind the table is a low wooden fence, beyond which a row of trees can be seen.

At present, Simon's eyes are drawn to a glass on the table, that contains a partially drunk pint of beer; he soon turns his head to look at the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'Hello. And welcome back to Wales.'

Simon raises both of his arms, and stretches them out wide, in a welcoming gesture; after holding them in that position for a moment, Simon then lowers his arms, and continues.

Simon: 'After two weeks ago, when I recorded a video mere yards from my home, I pondered where would make a suitable setting this time round: I thought about filming from within the grounds of Cardiff Castle; I contemplated going back to the Millennium Stadium - the first venue that I ever visited in Cardiff, several years prior to me moving to the city; but with many of the men and women of SCW currently seeing the sights and wildlife that are on offer in Madagascar, I decided to come away from the hustle and bustle of Wales' capital, to here in Powys, on the edge of the Brecon Beacons, so as to display some of the Welsh countryside.'

Simon glances around at his surroundings, before looking back at the camera.

Simon: 'And this place, which is called Llangynidr, couldn't be further removed from Cardiff - it's a settlement that is so small, it doesn't even have a page on Wikipedia. But, I did at least manage to find a pub here - so it's alright in my book.'

With his right hand, Simon picks his glass up, and has a sip of the beer; he then places the glass back on the table.

Simon: 'On Sunday, I will be over five thousand miles away from here, as SCW invades Madagascar, for a show at Batu Beach, in Antananarivo. This will the be first time that SCW has staged a show on a beach, since the tour of the Carribean came to an end, back in October. The Carribean tour was a bit of a mixed bag for me - it had more ups and downs than the Japanese stock market, including me becoming the only wrestler in SCW history to lose a match by forfeit, as well as the origins of my rivalry with Casey Williams; this Sunday one of my opponents will be Casey Williams' protégé, Andrew Garcia.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Garcia's debut in the six-sided ring may not have gone the way he wanted, but since then, he has had a promising start to his career in SCW, capped off by him winning the Roulette Championship two weeks ago - a result that also saw Lucian Frost replace Brother Grimm as the longest reigning current champion in SCW. And while Frost will be in action in the main event of Climax Control, Andrew Garcia will have his hands full, when he's up against the second longest reigning current champion in SCW: me.'

Simon grins.

Simon: 'When it comes to preparing for a match against me, Andrew Garcia probably couldn't have anyone better than Casey Williams to help him, as only Giani Di Luca has spent as much time with me in the ring as Casey has. Unfortunately for you though, Andrew, Casey lost three of our four matches. The first time that I defeated Casey was in a tag team match - a match took place on a beach; notice any similarities to the scenario this Sunday, Andrew? You've already followed in Casey's footsteps in one regard: by winning the roulette title; on Sunday, I intend to have you experience another moment or two from Casey's career - and they won't be moments that you'll enjoy.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'Before winning the roulette title, Casey also won the tag team titles. But crucially, the one title in SCW that he was never able to win, is also the only title that I've won during my time in SCW - and that, of course, is the most important title of all for the male members of the SCW roster: the heavyweight title. Judging by some of his antics, I think that somewhere along the line, "The Honourable Warrior" lost sight of what the various meanings of the word "honour" - but I haven't: I compete with honour, and integrity; I take honour, and pride, in being the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Right now, Andrew, having won the roulette title in your last match, you must be feeling great about yourself. Well, on Sunday, I'll give you a glimpse of what it takes to be the top champion in SCW - and I think it'll be more than you can handle. There is at least a silver lining for you, though: a loss on Sunday won't force you into retirement, with your mentor.'

Simon turns to gaze behind himself briefly, before looking back to the camera.

Simon: 'Down there, hidden from view, is the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal. And walking somewhere along the canal towpath, are my wife and daughter. Well, my wife is walking - my daughter is in a pushchair; she's only four months old - she can barely crawl, never mind walk.'

Simon looks at the glass; wraps his hand around the glass, but then turns his attention back to the camera.

Simon: 'The UK has a network of canals unlike any other country in the world; at the heart of that network, is my hometown: Birmingham - which has more canals than Venice.'

Simon then takes a drink from the glass.

Simon: 'Until she met me, Jacqui had never been aboard a canal boat. It's funny how we influence the people that we love: I got her at least partly interested in football, and introduced her to canals; she gave me love, a family, and the motivation to be successful - I think I know who got the better end of that deal. I could give you all plenty of reasons, as to why I strive to remain at the top of the ladder in SCW. But the two most important reasons, are just over there.'

Simon quickly glances behind himself again.

Simon: 'Right having spoken about Andrew Garcia, it's time for me to talk about the man that will be his partner on Sunday: Kain. Now, from past experience, I know that Kain will dismiss whatever I have to say about him, regardless of how valid the points I make actually are. So I guess I'm doing this for the benefit of everyone else, rather than Kain.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'I assume Kain is frustrated that I chose Sean Jackson, and not him, to be my opponent at Chaos In Cape Town. I don't doubt that, had I selected Kain, he would have provided me with a tough challenge - but I don't think that he's as viable a contender for the heavyweight title as Sean Jackson is.'

Simon drinks some more of his beer.

Simon: 'The last time that Kain and I shared a ring, we may have gotten along well enough to be victorious as a tag team, but I know that he doesn't like me - and believe me, the feeling is mutual; Kain is not a like-able character. The man is so arrogant, that he is unwilling to accept even the slightest hint of criticism - or maybe he's just ignorant. Kain has definitely bought into the hype that surrounds him - the problem is, most of that hype is of his own creation.'

Simon puts the palms of both of his hands on the table, and pushes himself up, into a standing position.

Simon: 'Ahead of our first meeting, Kain said that he was going to crush me, and that he was going to bury me six feet under - and that's before it had even been revealed that the match would be contested in a graveyard. Yet here I am, still standing - the SCW Heavyweight Champion, no less.'

Simon sits back down.

Simon: 'See, that's another reason why I couldn't choose Kain to be my opponent at Chaos In Cape Town: he has made numerous threats about what he is going to do to me, but he hasn't been able to carry any of them out - the solitary occasion that Kain got the better of me, was due to me striking him with a chair. He claims that he is more deserving of being the SCW Heavyweight Champion than I am, but I am yet to see any evidence of that. Right now - and I know that he is going to hate this comparison - Kain just looks like Casey Williams: someone that is capable of winning the secondary titles in SCW, but who doesn't have what it takes to win the biggest prize.'

Simon finishes off the remaining contents of his glass of beer.

Simon: 'There's a part of me that wants to see Kain go on to actually back up his words - simply so that he doesn't look so foolish. But there's a much bigger part of me that wants to see him continue to fail - especially this Sunday. I like to think that I'm humble in defeat, and in victory. Kain, on the other hand, I'm sure already has all of his excuses lined up, for use in the event that his team loses on Sunday. If, however, his team is victorious, then we'll probably all never hear the end of it - that alone is reason enough for me to do everything I can to try to win on Sunday.'

Simon stands up again, but this time he steps to the side of the picnic table.

Simon: 'I won't go as far as to promise that I'll win - by now, you should all know that I rarely guarantee anything; the only promise I will make, Kain, is that I won't hit you with a chair this time.'

Simon takes a couple of steps towards the camera.

Simon: 'I'm aware that I've not said much about the man that will be my tag team partner this Sunday, other than to mention him in passing. Well, there will be plenty of time for me to discuss him, before we head to Cape Town, in eighteen days' time. But for now, it's off to Antananarivo - see you at Climax Control.'

Simon turns to his right, and walks off; shortly after he disappears from view, the scene fades to black.

 Wednesday 12th March

The scene opens to show the living room of the home of Simon Jones, in Las Vegas, with two brown leather sofas in clear view - opposite the camera is one sofa, while the other is adjacent to it, to the right-hand side of the shot; in the background of the shot, beyond the living room, the dining room can just about be seen, the table and chairs being partially visible.

In the foreground of the shot, slowly pacing around the living room, is Simon; he is wearing black jeans and a royal blue Birmingham City F.C. jersey. Simon continues to amble about the room, until he is disturbed by the voice of his wife, Jacqueline, who is heard from off camera.

Jacqueline: 'What's up with you?'

From the left-hand side of the shot, Jacqueline then walks into view; she is wearing white jeans and a pink tunic. Simon turns to look at Jacqueline, before responding.

Simon: 'Nothing.'

Jacqueline: 'Nothing? If there's nothing wrong, then why are you so restless? Is it because Blues are playing - is that it?'

Simon: 'No, it's not that; my Dad is the one that gets anxious when there's a match going on and he's not there - not me. No, it's...'

Simon pauses, and then quickly glances to his left, towards one of the sofas, before looking back at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'Go on, take a seat, and I'll tell you what's up.'

Simon walks to the sofa that is to the right-hand side of the shot, and sits down - as he does so, Jacqueline strides over to the other sofa, and sits there; the couple then turn to face each other.

Jacqueline: 'Right, I'm like a stalk of corn.'

Simon frowns.

Simon: 'You what?'

Jacqueline smiles, as she replies.

Jacqueline: 'I'm all ears.'

Simon chuckles slightly at his wife's joke.

Simon: 'Alright, well, the reason why I was acting fidgety, is because of my match this weekend.'

Jacqueline: 'You mean your semi-final match in the Blast from the Past tournament?'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'Yup, that's the one.'

Jacqueline: 'So what's the issue? I can't remember the last time that I saw you looking so on edge about something wrestling-related - you weren't like this prior to either of the two matches that you have had in the tournament so far; is it because you're now in the semi-finals, and because of how close you are to winning the tournament - are you feeling under pressure?'

Simon replies, with a serious expression on his face.

Simon: 'Jacqui, I'm a two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion - I don't have any difficulty coping with pressure, I thrive on it. And as for possibly winning the tournament, Brandi and I may be in the semi-finals, but we're still only halfway towards getting our hands on the silverware - we have to concentrate on getting through our semi-final, first, before we can even begin to consider winning the final.'

Jacqueline: 'So what is the issue, then?'

Simon: 'It's to do with our opponents.'

Jacqueline: 'Ben Jordan and Song?'

Simon: 'Yeah - or Team Bong, if you prefer.'

Jacqueline: 'I think I'll stick with calling them by their individual names: Ben Jordan and Song.'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'Suit yourself.'

Jacqueline: 'So, what is it then - what is it about your opponents that has gotten you so troubled?'

Simon looks away from Jacqueline, as he fidgets nervously; he then looks back at his wife, and responds.

Simon: 'I like Ben - that's what the problem is.'

Jacqueline smirks.

Jacqueline: 'Have you told Ben how you feel about him?'

Simon frowns again.

Simon: 'What? What are you...'

Simon's voice trails off; it then dawns on him, what Jacqueline is implying.

Simon: 'Oh, I see; you're on rare form today.'

Jacqueline's smirk broadens into a grin.

Jacqueline: 'I just wanted to be sure that I don't have a rival for your affection to worry about, you know, aside from our daughter. But seriously, why is having Ben as one of your opponents such a dilemma for you? You've had opponents in the past that you liked, such as Trent Shanahan and Angelo Vialetti, in ACW, but you didn't have any qualms about stepping in the ring against them.'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'No, there's a difference; I respected Trent Shanahan, I respected Angelo Vialetti - and I respected plenty of the other opponents that I've had during my career. But I've never previously found myself up against an opponent, who I've gotten on with away from the ring as well I get on with Ben.'

Now it is Jacqueline's turn to frown.

Jacqueline: 'Haven't the two of you already been opponents, before? I don't recall it bothering you then.'

Simon: 'Yes, we have; twice, in fact, and both times also in tag team matches - but the circumstances were different on those occasions. The first time that we were opponents, in February last year, Ben may already have been a mainstay in ACW, but I'd only been there a couple of months, so I barely knew him. Now admittedly, by the time of our second encounter, last July, I'd gotten to know him better - but Ben and I still weren't as friendly then as we are now.'

Simon glances down at the floor, before looking back to Jacqueline.

Simon: 'Plus, in both of those matches - a tag team gauntlet match, and a normal tag team match - whilst it was always probable that we would end up in the ring, against one another, it still wasn't guaranteed. But on Sunday, barring the unlikely event that Brandi and Song occupy the ring for the entirety of the match - which would leave Ben and I standing on the apron, twiddling our thumbs - he and I are certain to clash swords at some point.'

Simon leans forward, and looks towards the floor again.

Jacqueline: 'Well, while you are working on how you are going to be able to defeat Ben Jordan this Sunday, I'm facing the prospect of another weekend - the fifth in a row - of not having you here with me; since the week you had off following My Bloody Valentine, you and I haven't spent a weekend together.'

Simon raises his head, to look at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'I know; I know that you miss me not being here, leaving you to care for Matty on your own - and you know how much I miss the pair of you, whilst I'm away. We've had it worse, though - remember fifteen or so months ago, when I first joined ACW, and you were stuck in the UK, working out your notice, forcing us to spend over a month apart? Going so long without seeing you ate away at me every day. But that's all part of the sacrifices that have to be made, in the life of a wrestler.'

Silently, and slowly, Jacqueline nods her head, a single time.

Simon: 'As for my current situation, of being away from you for so many weekends in a row, well, in that regard, I suppose I'm just a victim of my own success - if I wasn't so successful, then I wouldn't be required to make as many appearances. And there are plenty of wrestlers - inside and outside SCW - that would love to trade places with me. But you know, if you asked me to give it all up - so that we could be a normal family - I'd do so in a heartbeat.'

Jacqueline now shakes her head.

Jacqueline: 'No, Simon; I wouldn't ask you to quit wrestling - that would be selfish of me. I just miss you when you're not here, that's all.'

Simon: 'I know you do, Jacqui - because like I said, when I'm not here, I miss you, too.'

Simon gets up from the sofa that he is sat on, and walks over to Jacqueline, to take a seat alongside her; as Simon puts his left arm around Jacqueline, she turns to look at her husband.

Simon: 'Just think though, three weeks from now, once Blaze Of Glory III has come and gone - and I've hopefully added the accolade of winning the Blast from the Past tournament to my name - we'll be back at home in the UK, ahead of the tour of Africa, in the company of all of our friends and family.'

That brings a smile back to Jacqueline's face.

Jacqueline: 'I am looking forward to that.'

Simon: 'As am I.'

Jacqueline's smile widens slightly.

Jacqueline: 'Is Jason going to be coming back to the UK with us?'

Simon: 'Your guess is as good as mine; I assume he will be, although the last time that I asked him about it, he was non-committal.'

Jacqueline: 'Have you discussed your dilemma with him? About having a friend for an opponent, I mean.'

Simon: 'Discuss that with Jase?'

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: 'No. Jase wouldn't be able to understand my mindset - there are only three people that he would consider friends, who are connected to the time that he has spent in wrestling: his trainer, his former manager, and me; Jase wouldn't empathise with me - he would poke fun at me.'

Jacqueline: 'Yeah, you're probably right about that.'

Simon's brow becomes furrowed.

Simon: 'You know, I've just remembered a comment that Drake Green made to Elise LeBlanc, in the run up to the classic match that he had with Ben Jordan last May, in ACW.'

Jacqueline: 'Which is?'

Simon: 'Well, it was ten months ago that Drake said it, so I can't remember the exact wording, but it was something along the lines of, although he liked Ben Jordan, he also had the ability to hate Ben, and that would give him the edge in the match.'

Jacqueline: 'Drake won that match, didn't he?'

Simon nods.

Simon: 'Indeed he did.'

Jacqueline: 'Perhaps being able to hate Ben Jordan did give him the edge, then.'

Simon: 'Perhaps.'

Jacqueline: 'You don't sound convinced.'

Simon: 'It's not that - I'm just anticipating you asking me whether or not I have the ability to be able to hate Ben.'

Jacqueline: 'And, do you?'

Simon: 'I think we've already established that I don't.'

Jacqueline: 'Why not? You hate the Villa.'

Simon laughs.

Simon: 'Yes, I do - but being a Blues fan, that comes naturally. Hating one of my opponents, though? Unless they give me a reason to really, properly loathe them - like Casey Williams did, repeatedly - then no, I'm not capable of that.'

Jacqueline: 'So if you're not able to hate Ben Jordan, then how are you going to be able to cope - and more importantly, how are you going to be able to win - come Sunday, when you find yourself stood inside the ring, staring across at him?'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'I'll have to put our friendship to one side, for the duration of the match - I'll have to put the fact that we're mates to the back of my mind, and look upon him in the same way that I would if I was in the ring with, say, Deavon Justice, or Connor Murphy.'

Jacqueline: 'Can you do that?'

Simon: 'I can - because I'll have to; I'm used to having hurdles to overcome during my matches, usually physical ones, sometimes mental ones - and this is just another hurdle for me to have to overcome, albeit an emotional one. Well, on Sunday, I'll aim to clear that hurdle, like Dai Greene in the four hundred metres hurdles, on his way to winning gold in the 2011 World Championships - and try to avoid ending up like Dai Greene in last year's World Championships, when he was eliminated in the semi-finals.'

Simon removes his arm from around Jacqueline; he then reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a mobile phone.

Jacqueline: 'What are you doing?'

Simon: 'I just want to check to see how Blues got on against Burnley - it should be full-time by now.'

Simon turns his attention to the phone, tapping the phone's screen a few times with his thumb.

Simon: 'They drew, three all.'

Satisfied, Simon puts the phone back in his pocket, and then turns to face Jacqueline.

Jacqueline: 'Sounds like an entertaining match.'

Simon: 'It would appear so; hopefully Ben and I, together with Song and Brandi Shotze, can serve up an equally entertaining spectacle for the fans on Sunday - with an even better result, as far as I'm concerned.'

As Simon leans towards Jacqueline, to kiss his wife, the scene fades to black.

---

The scene opens to show shining marble floors and striking red lanterns, in the lobby of Caesars Palace; the front desk of the hotel and casino can be seen in the background. In the centre of the lobby is a statue of three Roman goddesses, and a fountain; stood in front of the combination of statue and fountain, is Simon Jones, who is wearing navy blue jeans and a light grey t-shirt.

Simon's head is currently lowered, as he is looking down at the SCW heavyweight title, which he is holding with both hands; Simon raises his head, to look at the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'Don't worry, I haven't come here to gamble the title away on a hand of poker - or, for that matter, any of the other games that can you can partake in here.'

Simon smirks.

Simon: 'Since I moved to Las Vegas, earlier this year, I've not exactly been a regular visitor to the strip; when it comes to gambling, rather than cards, or roulette, I prefer to gamble on horses, or greyhounds - and I prefer to actually do so at the track, rather than at somewhere like the Race Book that they have here.'

Simon places the heavyweight title over his right shoulder.

Simon: 'Over a dozen years since I first came to this country, it still amazes me that - unlike in the UK - sports betting is illegal in the vast majority of the states. But anyway, casino or not, I didn't come to Caesars Palace to tell you about my gambling habits - I chose to use the elegant furnishings of the lobby here, as a backdrop while I discuss the match that I'll be involved in this Sunday, when I'll again be teaming with Brandi Shotze, in the semi-finals of the Blast from the Past tournament, against the duo of Ben Jordan and Song.'

Simon turns to his left, to look at the statue/fountain for a moment, before turning back to the camera, and continuing.

Simon: 'A few weeks ago, following the conclusion of the first round, and with the pre-tournament favourites having been eliminated, I overheard some people discussing who the new favourites were. And the general consensus seemed to be that Ben Jordan and Song had become the favourites - although I've since heard Steve Ramone allege that he and Odetter Ryder are the...'

Simon's voice trails off; he then raises his left hand to his face, and scratches his forehead.

Simon: 'That reminds me, there's something else - or rather, someone else - that I'd like to address. And that someone is one of the two men that will be competing in the other semi-final: Steve Ramone. In particular, I want to pass comment on something that Ramone tweeted recently, when he claimed to have won titles in bigger promotions than SCW.'

Simon claps his hands slowly.

Simon: 'Well done Steve, what a great endorsement for the company that you work for - I'm sure that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were both delighted with you, when you made that statement.'

Simon ceases clapping his hands.

Simon: 'The next time that you get caught up in a flame war, Steve, try being a bit more tactful. Should our respective teams both advance to the final of Blast from the Past, I'll look forward to the nonsense that I'll no doubt be on the receiving end of; but for now, it's time to turn my attention back to my semi-final opponents.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'It's at this time, just a handful of days before a match, that we wrestlers are expected to talk negatively about our opponents, doing things such as pointing out their deficiencies, whether real or imagined. But this week, in "the Cockney King" - or "the Cockney Kid," as I've heard Steve Ramone refer to him at least once - I find myself up against an opponent that I can't really think of a bad word to say about.'

Simon looks down at the floor for a couple of seconds; he then looks up again, at the camera, and continues.

Simon: 'As I expect everyone is aware, Ben and I are both ACW alumni. And if you trawl through the ACW archives, going back twelve months or so, you can find at least two clips of me stating that Ben Jordan was the number one wrestler in ACW - and that was said months before he ever got his hands on the top title in ACW. Of course, Ben isn't the first opponent I've had that I hold in high regard - as an example, just under two weeks ago, there was Giani Di Luca. But even with Di Luca, I could still find something to be critical about - however, other than to question his choice of football team, I just can't do that with Ben. I mean, how can I speak unfavourably about a man, who last March won the Super J Cup, and then awarded the shot at the NWA Cruiserweight Championship - which he had earned - to me?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'I can't; I'm just glad I didn't blow the opportunity that he presented me with.'

Simon readjusts the heavyweight title.

Simon: 'Ben and I share many of the same traits: our nationality, obviously; our love of football; our work ethic. We also both took a bit of an unusual route to get to where we are - and I don't mean that I drove along US 95, instead of I-215. No, see, Ben is a publican-turned-wrestler, and I'm a student-turned-wrestler-turned-clerk-turned wrestler again. Another thing that I assume we share, is a determination to win the Blast from the Past tournament. Now sure, Ben was a reluctant entrant into the tournament, but that was also the case last year, when JJ Dixon asked him to represent ACW in the Super J Cup - and as I mentioned just moments ago, he won that tournament. So, having reached the semi-finals, I expect that he will be wanting to go on to win Blast from the Past, too. Whatever happens on Sunday, once the match is over, one thing is guaranteed: for one of us, either Ben or myself, our aspirations of winning the tournament will be left in tatters - I just hope I'm not the one that will be told, "better luck next year."'

Simon quickly glances over his right shoulder, catching a glimpse of the statue/fountain again, before looking back at the camera.

Simon: 'I've already touched briefly upon the beautiful game, but Ben, mate, I'll leave the football analogies to you. Instead, there's something else that I want to refer to - returning again to last year, and something that you said to Lucian Frost, ahead of the finals of the Super J Cup. Now, for those with a short memory, like Ben, Frost was also one of the final four in the Super J Cup, but he was in the other semi-final, against Misty. And so I want to remind everyone of something that stuck in my head - some words that Ben had for Frost, when he was discussing his potential opponents for the final: Ben wanted the final to be between him and Frost, because he believed that a match involving the two of them could be something special - a great match.'

Simon puts his left hand on his hip.

Simon: 'I'm paraphrasing, but you get the gist of it. I think there's two reasons that has stuck in my head: firstly, because unlike Ben, I wanted Misty, and not Frost, to be his opponent in the final; and secondly, because with the way that things panned out, Ben did indeed miss out on that match with Frost. But here you are again, Ben, twelve months later, in the semi-finals of another tournament. And you know that I'm not going to be cannon fodder, like Canadian Crippler.'

Simon takes his hand away from his hip, to pat the heavyweight title.

Simon: 'We have a chance to put on the kind of match that you wanted to have with Frost: a match that, regardless of who wins, we'll be able to look back fondly on. You had some great matches in ACW, most notably with Drake Green, but on Sunday there's the opportunity for you to have a great match in SCW, with me. Jon Dough has made it known that he's not bothered whether or not he wins his matches, he's more concerned with entertaining the fans - I hope some of that attitude has rubbed off on Song, and that she and Brandi Shotze will also contribute towards making it a memorable match. So let's show Vegas how it's done - well, we'll be in Northridge on Sunday, but that's close enough.'

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Last Monday, ahead of my match in the quarter-finals, against Gene Banton Junior and Amy Marshall, I mentioned that if I was to win that match, I was going to have to conquer a couple of bad omens - something that I did of course manage to do. But again, this week, there's a bad omen or two, in my way - and less abstract than the ones from last week. You see, Ben Jordan and I have been opponents on two occasions in the past, both occasions in tag team matches, and with Ben emerging victorious both times - so if I'm going to reach the final of the tournament, I'll have to do something that I've not done before. However, I think that the outcome of the match this Sunday is likely to come down to what happens between our partners. Now, Brandi Shotze has played a huge role in our team getting this far, having pinned Lizzie Short and Amy Marshall in our two previous matches - and as talented as Song is, I believe that, when push comes to show, Brandi will be able to get the better of her, to send our team through to the final.'

Simon nods his head.

Simon: 'In just over two weeks, SCW will stage Blaze Of Glory III - an event at which I am already guaranteed to be competing, but with the shape of my match yet to be determined. Well, after Sunday, things should be a lot clearer. I just hope that the first defence of my second reign as Heavyweight Champion, is going to have to wait until after Blaze Of Glory; we'll all soon find out.'

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

 The scene opens to show the inside of Smuggler's Cove, a tiki bar in San Francisco, very late into the night, on Sunday 23rd February. Smuggler's Cove is a mile and half away from the War Memorial Gymnasium - the venue where Climax Control was staged earlier in the evening - and it has clearly been a busy night for the staff, the vast majority of the chairs that are in view being occupied. The identities of all of the patrons that can be seen are unknown - with the exception of one individual: Simon Jones.

The focus of the camera is centred on Simon, who is wearing dark blue jeans and an untucked black shirt. An almost-empty glass - containing the remnants of an indiscernible drink - sits on the bar, in front of Simon.

Simon's concentration is currently on a mobile phone, which he is holding in his right hand; Simon swipes the screen of the phone with his thumb, to scroll through whatever it is that he is reading - soon after doing so, his eyes and mouth simultaneously become wide open. Simon blinks, and then closes his mouth; he glances quickly to his left, then to his right, before looking towards the glass. With his left hand, Simon picks up the glass, and raises it to eye-level; after peering at the contents of the glass for a moment, he places it back on the bar. Simon then turns to his right, and opens his mouth again - although this time he does so to speak, rather than in an expression of surprise.

Simon: 'Excuse me.'

Simon is attempting to get the attention of a man that is to the right of him - but his attempt is unsuccessful, as the man is looking away from Simon, engrossed in a conversation with a woman that is sat to his right; Simon leans towards the man, and - increasing the volume of his voice slightly - tries again.

Simon: 'Excuse me.'

This time Simon has better success, as the man breaks off his conversation, and turns around to look at Simon.

Man: 'Yes?'

Simon: 'I'm sorry to interrupt you, and I promise not to take up much of your time.'

Simon extends his right arm towards the man, and with his left index finger, he points at something on the phone.

Simon: 'Would you mind reading that aloud for me, please? I think the alcohol must be affecting my vision, playing tricks on my mind.'

Man: 'Sure.'

The man turns his head to look at the phone.

Man: 'It says, "SCW Heavyweight Championship; Giani Di Luca versus Simon Jones."'

The man looks back to Simon.

Simon: 'That's what I thought it said - I guess my drink hasn't been spiked, after all. Well, thank you anyway - and I assure you that I won't bother you again.'

The man nods, and then returns to his conversation with the woman next to him; Simon turns and stares straight ahead, in the direction of the camera. He puts the phone down on the bar, next to his glass, then raises his his now-free hand, and covers his face with it; with his index finger and his thumb, he rubs at his left eye and his right eye respectively. Simon then takes his hand away from his face, and as a broad grin begins to form, the scene fades to black.

The scene fades in to show the interior of Terminal 3 at McCarran International Airport, in Las Vegas, the following morning. Numerous travelling passengers can be seen traipsing around the airport's concourse, but one man in particular is more conspicuous than most: sat on a bench - which is positioned against the wall on the right-hand side of the shot - is Simon Jones' confidant, Jason O'Neil, who is wearing black jeans, a plain red t-shirt, and a stingy brim leather fedora.

With both hands, Jason is holding open a copy of the Las Vegas Review-Journal - and he is so preoccupied with reading the newspaper, that he does not notice Simon approaching him from the opposite side of the shot; Simon is still dressed in the same clothes that he was wearing the previous night, and his eyes are now somewhat bloodshot. As Simon moves nearer to Jason - and with Jason still unaware of Simon's arrival - he calls out to his friend.

Simon: 'Waiting for me?'

This causes Jason to look up from the newspaper, and in the direction of Simon.

Jason: 'I presume that's a rhetorical question.'

Simon: 'It is - unless you really are waiting for someone else.'

Jason: 'No, just you.'

Simon walks towards the bench, and takes a seat, to the right of Jason; Simon then turns to look at Jason, who folds up his newspaper, and drops it onto the floor, to the left of the bench.

Simon: 'I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee - I've not been gone that long.'

Jason turns to look at Simon.

Jason: 'Don't you need to go to baggage claim?'

Simon: 'No; you know me - I travel light.'

Simon raises both of his arms in the air.

Simon: 'What I have on my person, is all that I took with me; I've been away from home for less than twenty-four hours, attending a show on which I did not have a match - I didn't need anything other than the clothes that I'm wearing, and my phone and my wallet.'

Simon then lowers his arms.

Simon: 'I didn't even stop in a hotel.'

Jason: 'And how was San Francisco?'

Simon: 'It was likeable - well, the part of it that I saw. By which I mean that the bar I went to - after the conclusion of Climax Control - was nice.'

Simon turns away from Jason, and gazes towards the floor.

Simon: 'I stayed at the bar until quarter past one, when it closed for the night. Then, I headed to the airport, where I bought a copy of Sports Illustrated, and read about Michael Sam, José Fernández, Roy Hibbert and others, while I waited for my flight back to Vegas.'

Simon turns to look at Jason again.

Simon: 'Why are you at McCarran International Airport, at half past seven on a Monday morning? It can't simply be that you're here to greet me, surely? That's the sort of thing that I would expect Jacqui to do, not you - there must be more to it than that.'

Jason: 'I'm here because of the match that you will be competing in, six days from today - you know, your match against Giani Di Luca, for the SCW Heavyweight Championship.'

Jason smiles; as Simon smiles back at him, Jason continues.

Jason: 'It goes without saying, how much you want to win that match, and regain the title. So that's why I've brought myself here, at this time in the morning: you only have a limited amount of time to prepare for the match, and with what's at stake - and also, bearing in mind that Di Luca beat you in your only previous one-on-one encounter - we need to make the best use of the time that we have to get you ready, from now until the opening bell next Sunday, keeping wasted time to a minimum, to optimise your chances of being victorious. And we can start by getting you in the gym, to do some cardio work.'

Simon: 'The gym, Jase - are you serious? Look at me - look at my eyes; I'm cream crackered - aside from the very short nap that I had on the plane, I've not gotten any sleep since Saturday night; the only place that I want to go right now is home.'

Jason: 'Home?'

Jason raises his eyebrows.

Jason: 'What do you think Giani Di Luca is doing at this moment, to prepare for your match next Sunday? Do you think he is at home, in bed? Or is he working like a champion, either pushing himself hard in the gym, or sparring with Spike Staggs?'

Simon: 'Knowing Giani, yeah, he probably is at home, in bed - or if not, in a hotel bed - either sleeping off a hangover, or cosying up to his other half. Or both. And I wouldn't blame him - all I feel like doing at present, is getting comfortable with my wife; as much as I want to win on Sunday - and regain the title - in my present state, that's far more appealing to me than going to the gym.'

Jason: 'Well, I know that I didn't achieve the success I had in my career, using up my time - time that could be spent working in the gym, or practicing in the ring - by lying at home in my bed, with my wife.'

Simon frowns.

Simon: 'But you've never been married - in fact, in all of the time that I've known you, you've never even had what could be classed as a long term relationship.'

Jason sighs; he then glances around the terminal building, before looking back to Simon.

Jason: 'Where were you, when you received the news about the match?'

Simon: 'I was at that bar, that I mentioned. The announcement was quite the surprise for me - a pleasant surprise, of course, but a surprise nonetheless; there wasn't a mirror, for me to be able to see myself in, but I imagine that my eyes were so wide with surprise, that they were almost as big as Anna Sloan's eyes.'

Now it is Jason's turn to frown.

Jason: 'Who?'

Simon: 'You know, one of the curlers, who won bronze at the Olympics.'

Jason: 'Oh yeah; blonde, right?'

Simon: 'Correct.'

Simon sighs, as he shakes his head.

Simon: 'Trust you to remember who Anna Sloan is because of what she looks like, rather than because of what she achieved.'

Jason: 'Hey, if your country had never won a medal at the Winter Olympics, you'd struggle to summon up any interest for the games, too. In Sochi, Ireland was represented by all of five athletes - only one of whom was actually born in Ireland; one of the five - a male snowboarder - is from San Diego, of all places, for goodness sake!'

Simon: 'San Diego, huh? I wonder if he's a fan of SCW.'

Jason: 'Well, if he is, then next Sunday he'll get to watch you defeat Giani Di Luca, to regain the SCW Heavyweight Championship.'

Simon: 'Yeah, hopefully.'

Simon leans back against the bench.

Jason: 'Why were you so surprised to find out that you'll be facing Di Luca on Sunday? You've been entitled to a shot at the title for six months, ever since you lost the thing, at Summer XXXTreme II. Plus, if I remember correctly, barely two weeks ago, you claimed that you were the only credible challenger in SCW left for the Heavyweight Champion.'

Simon: 'I don't think that's exactly how I phrased it.'

Jason: 'Never mind the details.'

Jason waves his right hand, in a dismissive gesture.

Simon: 'I assume you were pleased to discover that I'll be challenging Giani for the title next weekend.'

Jason: 'Pleased? In six days, one of my closest friends has the opportunity to be a Heavyweight Champion, again - of course I'm pleased about it!'

Simon: 'No, see, what I meant was, while I was willing to bide my time, you didn't want me to wait - you wanted me to exercise my right to a return match for the title as soon as I possibly could. And although I may not have asked for the match, you certainly got your wish.'

Jason: 'Yeah, you're right about that; I know you like to say that, good things come to those who wait, but I've grown tired of waiting - I want to see you back in possession of the SCW Heavyweight Championship. And I'm sure Jacqui does, too.'

Simon leans forward.

Simon: 'Absolutely - although she's not been as vocal about it as you have. I still would've preferred to wait a little longer, though - the timing isn't ideal.'

Jason: 'How isn't it ideal? You've won your last four matches, and five out of your last six, with the only loss coming when you struck Kain with a chair - at the risk of sounding like a broken record, you need to take advantage of this momentum, while you can. Look at the man that will be your opponent on Sunday, Giani Di Luca: unlike you, he lost his last match - alright, Emma Rose was the one that was pinned, but Di Luca was still on the losing side. And so right now, of the two of you, the momentum is in your favour - allied with the right preparations for the match, you can ride this wave of momentum that you're on, and have it carry you all the way back to the heavyweight title.'

Simon turns to look straight ahead, away from Jason.

Simon: 'I know that - and I know that that is another reason why you didn't want me to wait any longer - but I would have liked at least to wait until after my participation in the Blast from the Past tournament had come to an end.'

Jason: 'Well, on the subject of what's "ideal," all being well, on the second day of the month, you'll start March by winning the Heavyweight Championship, and then, on the second from last day of the month, you'll end March by winning the Blast from the Past tournament. Or, worst case scenario, you lose this Sunday, then recover to go on to win Blast from the Past, and earn yourself another shot at the title.'

Simon turns back to face Jason.

Simon: 'I think you'll find that the worst case scenario would be that I fail to win either the title, or Blast from the Past.'

Jason: 'Why not win both?'

Simon: 'Easier said than done - not that it's going to stop me from trying.'

Jason: 'Well, I'd like to see some physical evidence of your efforts to try to win.'

Jason gets up from the bench, rising to his feet.

Simon: 'Where are you going?

Jason: 'I'm going to the gym - and I don't care what you say, you're coming with me.'

Simon: 'You're not going to have me train like Rocky Balboa again, are you?'

Jason: 'In hindsight, that wasn't one of my better ideas, so no, there won't be a repeat of that. I told you I wanted to start your preparations for Sunday's match by having you do some cardio work, and I was serious - if you're serious about wanting to regain the Heavyweight Championship, you'll forget about your bed, and get your arse on the treadmill; once you win the title, then I'll let you rest, as much as you want.'

Simon stands up.

Simon: 'Okay. But I warn you, if I pass out from exhaustion, bang my head on the treadmill, and have to withdraw from the match due to a concussion, I'm going to hold you responsible.'

Jason: 'That's fine; should that happen, I'll just have to make sure that I record the incident - so that I can post a video of it on YouTube later, for everyone to laugh at.'

Simon quickly gives Jason a mock glare, before the pair head off to exit the terminal; as they walk away, and disappear from view, the scene fades to black.

---

The scene opens inside the living room of Simon Jones' home in Las Vegas. Sat opposite the camera, on a brown leather sofa, is the man himself; Simon is wearing navy blue jeans, and a white Bradford Bulls jersey. Simon's attention is currently drawn away from the camera, as he is looking down at Matilda, his baby daughter, who he has in his arms; Matilda is wearing a predominantly white bodysuit, with a pink trim, printed on which, also in pink, are the words "Blues Princess."

Simon raises his head, to look at the camera, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'It's been nearly two months since my wife gave birth to our first child, so I thought it was about time that I appeared on camera with my daughter, for the world to see.'

Simon looks towards Matilda again.

Simon: 'As I'm sure everyone watching this is aware, on Sunday, I'll be challenging Giani Di Luca for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. The last occasion when I competed as a challenger, in a match for that particular title, was of course back in June, against Jordan Williams - a match that I was successful in. At that time, my wife was around nine weeks pregnant - this Sunday, it will be nine weeks since Matty here, was born.'

Simon looks up at the camera.

Simon: 'So if I was to win this Sunday, and usher in my second reign as the Heavyweight Champion, there would be somewhat of a nice symmetry about it: from being the new champion and an expectant parent last June, to new champion and proud father this March - I like the sound of that. I expect Giani Di Luca to do everything that he can, to prevent that from happening, but since Matty was born, I've won every match that I've been involved in - and on Sunday, I intend to continue that run; Matty may be far too young at present, to comprehend what I do for a living, but I want to give her things to be able to look back on, in the years to come, and to give her reasons to be proud of her Dad.'

Simon looks at Matilda once more.

Simon: 'Right, madam, thank you for being so well behaved; I think it's time now for you to go to your Mum.'

Simon raises his head, and looks to his right, as he lifts up Matilda; from that direction, a pair of feminine looking arms - those of Jacqueline Jones - come into view, and Simon passes his daughter, to his wife.

Simon: 'Thanks, love.'

Simon watches as Jacqueline - together with Matilda - retreats out of view; he then turns to face the camera.

Simon: 'As I sat in a bar in San Francisco last Sunday night, a couple of hours after Climax Control had finished, and I pored over the matches that had been scheduled for the following week's show, I expected to see one of two things: either that I would be in one of the quarter-finals, in the Blast from the Past tournament, or, that I would have a week off. But the powers that be obviously had other ideas for me - and not for the first time: remember what happened in November? I issued a challenge to Casey Williams, but instead I was put into a match in which Casey was my tag team partner - rather than my opponent - with the two of us challenging the then-champions - Despayre and Rage - for the tag team titles. This time, the match that I was surprised to find myself scheduled to compete in, will - as I've already mentioned - see me challenge Giani Di Luca for the heavyweight title; hopefully I'll have greater success in this surprise match, than I had in the previous one.'

Simon quickly glances off to his right again, before looking back to the camera.

Simon: 'Had I indeed found myself with another week off from action in SCW, it's possible that I would have accepted an offer to make a guest appearance elsewhere, so as to keep myself match fit, and maintain my sharpness; another week off would have meant a gap of three weeks for me between matches in SCW, and the last time that I had a rest period of that length, on my return to action, I lost my next match - which is something that I can ill afford to have happen, when Brandi Shotze and I take on our next opponents in the Blast from the Past tournament. But while Brandi and I do have to wait another week to resume our partnership, come our quarter-final in Blast from the Past, there shouldn't be any issues whatsoever with my sharpness - thanks to the match that I have ahead of me this Sunday. And, despite what Jessie Salco might think, I'm not worried at all about Brandi suffering from ring rust - in the first round of the tournament, she reminded everyone what she is capable of, with her being the one that earned our team the win, when she pinned Lizzie Short.'

Simon smiles wryly.

Simon: 'Enough about the prospects of myself and Brandi Shotze in Blast from the Past - that can wait until next week, for deeper discussion. The only other thing that I want to add now, as far as relates to the tournament, is a realisation that occurred to me, earlier this week: should Brandi and I reach the semi-finals - and I don't plan on having our participation in the tournament end there - then that would result in me competing on all four SCW shows during the month of March, starting this Sunday. And given that I've competed on four out of the last five shows, by the end of next month, I may well be in the position of having competed on eight out of the last nine shows - I think I could be about to earn myself the title of hardest working man in SCW; my work ethic has long been something that I've prided myself on - with what is set to come, hopefully that is something that will stand me in good stead. I just hope that the SCW fans do not get sick of seeing me in the ring so frequently - especially as if I leave Irvine as the new Heavyweight Champion, then they can expect to see even more of me.'

With his right hand, Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Thinking about it now, had I indeed been given another week off in SCW, perhaps it would have been daft for me to accept an offer for a one-off match elsewhere - putting aside the heavyweight title match for one moment, just my participation in the Blast from the Past tournament could mean me having to compete on three consecutive shows, which would be a big enough ask. So perhaps having a three week gap between my first round match and my quarter-final - without volunteering for another match in between the two - wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world, after all.'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'However, this time last week, when I was still contemplating offers from elsewhere for a guest appearance - in the event that I wasn't required in SCW this weekend - the one that piqued my interest the most, was an offer from a UK-based promotion, to appear in an open invitation battle royal. And you should all know exactly how well myself and open invitation battle royals fit together. The match in question would have presented me with the chance to compete in my home country, for the first time in over ten and a half years - and it would also have given me the opportunity to win five thousand pounds.'

With his right hand, Simon reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out two red dice, which have white dots; Simon stares at the dice, as he continues to speak.

Simon: 'The five grand would have covered my expenses for the trip, whilst still leaving me a couple of thousand pounds richer. Now, there's no guarantee that I would've won the match, and claimed the five grand - I would've been taking a gamble. But I would've backed myself to be successful, just as I did back in May - the last time that I took a gamble in my wrestling career - when I took a trip to San Diego, and returned to my then-home in Canada, as the number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship.'

Simon looks towards the camera.

Simon: 'And I find it hard to believe that any gamble will ever give me a larger payout than that; five thousand pounds is all well and good, but the SCW Heavyweight Championship - that's priceless. So while I would have liked to be able to set foot inside a ring on British soil, that can wait - perhaps until the SCW world tour - because instead of five thousand pounds, the match that I'll be in this Sunday will provide me with a much greater incentive to be victorious: six and a half months on from Summer XXXTreme II, I finally have the chance to regain the SCW Heavyweight Championship.'

Simon lowers his eyes slightly, gazing at the dice again.

Simon: 'Now, I say "finally," but that makes me sound like I've been getting impatient - which couldn't be further from the truth; far from hammering on the doors of Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Erik Staggs, I've been biding my time, waiting my turn. Last month, when Giani Di Luca wanted every man on the roster of SCW to tell him why they should be given a shot at the heavyweight title, he was met with near-silence in response - the only response that Di Luca got, was from me, as I told him that I didn't want a match against him for the title, at that point in time. I guess, though, that the men in charge feel I've done enough waiting. I just hope that, having waited patiently for my return match for the title, I don't now blow the opportunity - something that I'm working hard to try to avoid.'

The camera zooms out, as Simon leans forward, and rolls the dice, onto the floor of the living room; he rolls a one and a three.

Simon: 'How apt.'

Simon's attention returns to the camera.

Simon: 'The match this Sunday will be the fourth time that myself and Giani Di Luca have been opponents, and while he may have gotten the better of me in our two most recent matches, the first time we crossed paths, I was the last man standing - so I think it's time for me to even the score. That first meeting was the match in May that I referred to earlier - the gauntlet battle royal that I won, to become the number one contender to the Heavyweight Championship; with nine other men having already been eliminated, Di Luca and I were the final two left in that match - so having already had to overcome him once, on my way to winning the heavyweight title first time round, perhaps it's appropriate that, if I'm to win the title for a second time, I'll have to go through Di Luca again.'

Simon gets up from the sofa; the camera zooms out further, so that he remains fully in shot.

Simon: 'As I mentioned a couple of minutes ago, my first reign as SCW Heavyweight Champion came to an end at Summer XXXTreme II. Around six weeks ago, a few days after I had won my first match of the new year, pinning Goth - the man that Giani Di Luca beat to win the Heavyweight Championship - Kenny Chisholm made reference to the six pack challenge at Summer XXXTreme - the match in which I lost the title - and said that the odds in that match were unfair for any defending champion. While you'll never hear me use the number of opponents I had in that match as an excuse, I will admit that I'll probably find a one-on-one match to be more agreeable. My only previous one-on-one encounter with Giani Di Luca may have gone the way of my opponent, but, having slain the giant that is Casey Williams, I'm now in a better place emotionally than I was then. And having learned from the mistakes that I made before and during that match in November, I'm confident that, come Sunday, I'll be able to produce a different outcome.'

With his right foot, Simon kicks the two dice away, knocking them out of view.

Simon: 'The match on Sunday gives me the chance to create personal history: prior to now - for varying reasons - I've never had the chance to regain a title that I'd previously lost; of all of the titles that I've held during my career, no title has meant as much to me as the SCW Heavyweight Championship - so it will be fitting if that is the first title that I win for a second time. I also have the chance to create a piece of SCW history, as if I do become the Heavyweight Champion for a second time, of the men that have held the title more than once, I will have gone the longest between title reigns.'

Simon retakes his seat, on the sofa.

Simon: 'In April, when SCW embarks upon its tour of Africa, together with my wife and daughter, I'll be going home to the UK, to base myself there for the duration of the tour. While I'm there, the rest of my family will be able to see Matty for the first time. But there's another thing that I hope to be taking with me - something else that I plan on being able to show to my friends and family: the SCW Heavyweight Championship; for the past six and a half months, my goal has been to regain that title - on Sunday, I aim to accomplish that goal. Giani Di Luca, you've already managed to defend the heavyweight title successfully, twice - two more times than I did, during my reign as champion - but Sunday will be one title defence too far; I want that title back.'

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

Simon: 'I know that many of the wrestlers on the roster of SCW like to spout catchphrases, or puns. Well, I'm not one for catchphrases. And the only pun that I can recall using since I arrived in SCW, was a play on the name of my finisher, when - prior to my match at Into The Void II - I told Jordan Williams that I was going to send him and his reign as Heavyweight Champion, "Into Oblivion." But, as I won that match, perhaps the pun did work - to some extent. So I'll try another one.'

Simon stands up again.

Simon: 'Giani Di Luca, on Sunday, your reign as the SCW Heavyweight Champion will reach its Climax - and then, the title will be in my Control.'

Simon sighs.

Simon: 'That's the best I could come up with at short notice. This Sunday, hopefully my performance in the ring will be better than my puns; see you all then.'

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

 The scene opens to show Simon Jones strolling into the hallway of his new rented house. Simon is carrying a black gym bag, the shoulder strap of which is over his right shoulder; he is wearing navy blue tracksuit bottoms, and a grey t-shirt that is damp with sweat - his hair is also evidently damp. As Simon wanders towards the living room of the house, into view comes his wife, Jacqueline, who is wearing yellow jeans and a pink tunic.

Simon: 'Alright, love?'

Simon pauses, as Jacqueline approaches him, and the two then share a kiss; after their lips part, Jacqueline answers her husband's question.

Jacqueline: 'I'm alright; how are you?'

Simon: 'I'm cream crackered.'

Jacqueline: 'Exhausted yourself with your work out, then?'

Simon: 'Yeah, but I feel better for it - and I'll feel even better if it helps me to defeat Damien Kingston on Sunday.'

Simon turns away from Jacqueline, who follows him; the camera follows the pair of them, as they enter the living room. Simon places his bag on the floor, by the nearest wall, and then walks over to one of two brown leather sofas, to the right-hand side of the shot, which he slumps onto; Jacqueline takes a seat on the other sofa, opposite the camera and adjacent to Simon, and the two look at one another.

Simon: 'How's Matty?'

Jacqueline: 'You're insisting on calling her that, then?'

Simon grins.

Simon: 'Yup; hey, you chose her name - the least I can do is give her a nickname.'

Jacqueline smiles slightly.

Jacqueline: 'She's sleeping.'

Simon raises to his right hand to his mouth, as he attempts to stifle a yawn.

Simon: 'I envy her, getting to sleep each day for sixteen hours - or however much it is.'

Jacqueline: 'You seem like you could do with a nap.'

Simon again raises his hand, to cover his mouth as he yawns.

Simon: 'I'd like to, but it will have to wait until later - my work in the gym may be completed for today, but there is still other work for me to do, to prepare for my match next Sunday: I need to spend some time studying Damien Kingston.'

Jacqueline: 'I know the drill by now: watch clips of your opponent's previous matches, try to pick up on their tendencies, try to spot their weaknesses, and look for things that you'll be able to try to use to your advantage, which will hopefully then help you to get the win.'

Simon: 'Spoken like a true wrestler's wife.'

Jacqueline smiles again - a broader, more genuine smile this time.

Jacqueline: 'How are you finding it, not having Jason with you in the gym, barking instructions at you?'

Simon: 'I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, to say that he barks instructions at me: Jason doesn't use that aggressive a tone of voice - but I know what you mean. I've gotten used to having Jason around to assist me with the preparations for my matches, so it does feel unusual, to not have him here at present - I'll be glad once he has tied up his loose ends in Halifax, and can join us here in Vegas. Still, it's worth remembering that a dozen years ago, during the first phase of my wrestling career, I traveled around the US on my own - and I had more success than I did disappointments; so even without Jason's assistance, I'm confident that it's within my capabilities for me to be able to be victorious come Sunday.'

Jacqueline: 'When was the last time that you had to prepare for a match without the aid of Jason?'

Simon: 'Last March, for my match in ACW against Magni.'

Jacqueline: 'Didn't you lose that match?'

Simon lowers his head.

Simon: 'Yes, I did - thanks for reminding me.'

Jacqueline: 'Sorry; I'm sure things will be different this time, against Damien Kingston.'

Simon: 'All being well.'

Jacqueline springs out of her seat.

Jacqueline: 'Oh, I just remembered: while you were out, something was delivered here, for you.'

Simon raises his head, making eye contact with Jacqueline again.

Simon: 'What is it?'

Jacqueline: 'A package, of some sort - wait here, and I'll go and fetch it for you.'

Jacqueline exits the room, momentarily disappearing from view; when she reappears, Jacqueline is holding the package - a cardboard envelope - in her right hand. Jacqueline walks over to Simon, and hands the envelope to him. Simon grips the envelope with both hands, and as Jacqueline retakes her seat, he raises the envelope to eye level, to examine it; Simon then lowers the envelope, and looks towards Jacqueline, a look of confusion on his face.

Simon: 'Who could possibly have sent this? Who even knows our address? We've only been here a matter of days.'

Jacqueline: 'I don't know, but are you going to open it, or not?'

Simon: 'Sure.'

Grasping the envelope with his left hand, Simon turns it over, and with his right hand, he lifts up the flat; Simon reaches inside the envelope, from which he pulls out some paper, and then places the envelope next to him, on the sofa.

Jacqueline: 'What is it?'

Simon: 'I'm not sure, exactly; it kind of looks like a manuscript.'

Jacqueline: 'A manuscript?'

Simon: 'Yep.'

The room briefly falls silent, as Simon begins to read what is on the paper.

Simon: 'It appears to have been written by Kain, prior to the match that he and I had last month; let's see what he had to say about me.'

Simon continues to read the contents of the paper.

Simon: 'He said it was cowardly, that I had Jason speak on my behalf, rather than appear on camera myself - I wonder if Kain also thought that me striking him with a chair was cowardly? Damien Kingston creeping up on Kain, to attack him with a kendo stick, now that was cowardly - what I did was purely as a result of my rage at Casey Williams boiling over.'

Simon lowers the paper, to look at Jacqueline.

Simon: 'Kain commented that Jason looks and sounds intelligent; looks certainly can be deceiving - you can tell that Kain has never met Jason.'

Jacqueline chuckles, as she feigns scolding her husband.

Jacqueline: 'Simon!'

Simon laughs; he then lifts the paper back up.

Simon: 'He says he could care less about my rivalry with Casey Williams...'

Jacqueline interrupts Simon.

Jacqueline: 'Just like in the past, when you told Goth that you couldn't care less about his rivalry with Kain.'

Simon: 'Spot on; someone has being paying attention - perhaps next time I should have you speak on my behalf, instead of Jason.'

Jacqueline smiles, as Simon continues.

Simon: 'I think I've found the nearest thing to a compliment that I've ever seen Kain give to anyone: he says he has no doubt that I'll succeed in getting revenge against Casey - although that probably has more to do with how low an opinion he has of Casey, rather that what he thinks of me.'

Simon continues to read what is on the paper; once he has finished, Simon also places the paper alongside him on the sofa, on top of the discarded envelope. Simon then looks to Jacqueline again, who raises her eyebrows.

Simon: 'Don't worry, normal service was resumed - Kain soon returned to calling me names, rather than giving me backhanded compliments. He even had the temerity to say that he is "no longer Mr Nice Guy;" when was Kain ever Mr Nice Guy? He has such a high opinion of himself, that he never praises anyone else, unless it's unintentional. I mean, take Damien Kingston, for example: whilst I may not like Kingston, I have no problem admitting how talented a wrestler he is. However, you'll never hear Kain utter such words, about Kingston, me, or anyone other than himself - which is fine, that's just the way Kain is. But for Kain to refer to himself as having been "Mr Nice Guy," that's...'

Simon's voice trails off; he sighs, before continuing.

Simon: 'Perhaps he's delusional, as well as arrogant.'

Jacqueline: 'Was there anything else of interest?'

Simon: 'Kain did at least get one thing right: he said that I wouldn't defeat him - well, he didn't phrase it in quite those words, but either way, I doubt Kain expected he would win the match in the manner that he did.'

Simon gets up from the sofa, rising to his feet.

Simon: 'Given what has happened between the two of them recently, I expect that Kain will be watching my match with Damien Kingston. And if Kain is indeed watching on Sunday, then hopefully he will witness me beat Kingston, and succeed where he failed.'

Simon walks towards Jacqueline; he then crouches down, and looks her in the eye.

Simon: 'But if I am going to defeat Damien Kingston, then my focus needs to be solely on him for the next few days; not on Kain, not on Casey Williams - even though he will be sat at ringside - strictly on Kingston.'

Simon leans forward, to kiss Jacqueline; he then stands up again.

Simon: 'So a nap can wait - I've got a match to prepare for, and an opponent to study.'

Simon and Jacqueline gaze at one another; it is Simon that breaks the stare, turning away from his wife, to walk out of the living room - as he does so, with Jacqueline watching him, the scene fades to black.

---

The scene opens to show Simon Jones, staring at the camera; he is by the back yard of his house, sat on a green patio chair, with his right foot resting on a matching footstool. Simon is wearing a pair of black trainers, dark blue jeans, and a black t-shirt, which has the word "ALCOHOLICA" printed on it in white.

Keeping his focus on the camera, Simon takes his foot off the footstool, sits up straight, and begins to speak.

Simon: 'Having emerged victorious from my first match of the new year, last weekend, there's no rest for the wicked, as this weekend, I am in action once more. And the opposition does not get easier for me, as I move from Goth, onto Damien Kingston.'

With his right hand, Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: 'Since I debuted in SCW, this is only the second time when I have had to compete twice in eight days. On that occasion, back in September, I also won the first of the two matches - just as I did this past Sunday - but I then followed up that win with a defeat. So my aim for this Sunday, is to not repeat that what happened four months ago, and to instead chalk up a second win in eight days - but against an opponent such as Damien Kingston, that definitely will be easier said than done; just as an aside, the man that I pinned in the first part of my doubleheader in September, was, coincidentally, the same man that I pinned last weekend: Goth - more on coincidences later.'

Simon leans back, against the chair.

Simon: 'My match this Sunday sees the return to the six-sided ring - after four weeks away - of Damien Kingston. Some people had inferred that Kingston was on the verge of departing SCW for a second time, but much to the relief of Kenny Chisholm, it appears that he is going to be sticking around for a little while longer, at least. I assume that not everyone will be as glad as Kenny is, that Kingston is still on the roster of SCW - as far as I'm concerned, I'm somewhat indifferent about the situation. Based on some of his recent comments, I had gotten the impression that Kingston's future lay elsewhere, with him seemingly wanting to concentrate his efforts on a new chapter of his career, in Japan. But, with him still here, apparently, and now scheduled to be my next opponent, I'm simply looking forward to the challenge that he will present - a challenge that I hope I'll be able to rise to.'

Simon then leans forward.

Simon: 'While Kingston's last match in SCW may have ended in defeat, his first match in SH!TAKi Pro - the Japanese based promotion, whose roster Kingston is now a member of - saw him pick up a win, in the main event of a show last Friday; see, when I say that I study my opponents as part of my match preparations, it's no lie - I do what I can, to try to give myself the best possible chance of being victorious, and this week, that means working towards doing in Las Vegas, what Mark Bowen and Kellen Grayson could not do in Osaka, i.e. defeat Damien Kingston. And with both of us heading into the match this Sunday on the back of wins in our respective previous outings, we're both looking to maintain our current momentum, but of course, only one of us can leave with the win - needless to say, once the match is over, I hope to be the one that has their momentum intact, and avoid an inconsistent start to the year.'

Simon gets up from the chair.

Simon: 'This match will not be the first time that Damien Kingston have been opponents, as were also on opposing sides back in October, in a tag team match at High Stakes III. I had my hand raised in victory that night - together with Ben Jordan - and come Sunday, I'll be looking for a repeat scenario. However, the fact that Kingston spent the majority of that previous match anywhere other than inside the ring, means that match can't be used as any sort of a guide as to what might happen on Sunday. In fact, Kingston and I were never in the ring at the same time during that match, so I don't really have any past experience of locking horns with him to be able to call upon; the best I can say is that I was a spectator, on the ring apron, while Kingston grappled in the ring with Ben - although that is at least something that I can attempt to use to my benefit, having gotten to observe Kingston at close quarters.'

Simon folds his arms, as he continues to stand, looking towards the camera.

Simon: 'Prior to that match in October, Damien Kingston said, since I had lost the SCW Heavyweight Championship - two months beforehand, at Summer XXXTreme II - that I had been forgotten about, an opinion that he reiterated as recently as a few weeks ago. Three months ago, my response - for all intents and purposes - was that I promised I would be successful at High Stakes III, one of the very rare occasions on which I have forecast a win, but a prediction that was proven to be accurate; Kingston did at least get one thing right, ahead of that match: he said that he wouldn't be the one to get pinned - that ignominy was left to Casey Williams. This Sunday though, Casey won't be there to take the fall for you, Damien - perhaps you could just walk away, instead, like you did when you were up against my namesake, Nick.'

Simon unfolds his arms; he then glances to his right for a moment, before looking back to the camera.

Simon: 'If, like me, you've been paying attention, you'll be aware that Damien Kingston has stated his goal for this year is to win a heavyweight title - a goal that I can empathise with. At present, the difference between Kingston and I - or rather, one of them - is that I have held a heavyweight title in the past, while he has not; Kingston attempted to change, when he entered the open battle royal - a match that he would go on to win - on the post December 2 Dismember edition of Climax Control. Now, six days before the battle royal was set to take place, I announced that - despite the wishes of Drake Green - I would not be a participant in the match, but at least one person did not believe me: Damien Kingston essentially told everyone that I was lying - but all that did, was show everyone how little he knows about me. You see, Damien, I like to think that I'm a man of my word - if nothing else; that's part of the reason why I rarely make predictions about my matches - no-one wins all of their matches, so that's one promise that I wouldn't always be able to keep. And if the "man of many truths" doesn't know something about me as simple as the fact that I keep my word, then how ill-prepared will he be for our match on Sunday?'

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: 'Like the match last weekend against Goth, I see this match against Damien Kingston as also being vitally important for me, to keep myself in contention for the title currently held by Giani Di Luca. On the topic of Di Luca, his last two matches - both of which he won - were, coincidentally, also a match against Goth, followed by a match against Damien Kingston. And now, like some sort of Giani Di Luca tribute act, I find myself trying to follow up a win over Goth, with a win over Damien Kingston - hopefully that's one achievement of Di Luca's that I'll be able to repeat; the aim then will be to eventually go on to repeat another achievement of his, and win the SCW Heavyweight Championship - although to do that, I'll have to tangle with the man himself.'

Simon sits back down on the chair.

Simon: 'So, which coincidence will come into play on Sunday? Having pinned Goth in my last match, will I then lose my next match, a week later, as I did in September? Or will I beat Goth and Damien Kingston in consecutive matches, as Giani Di Luca did last month? The thing is, if you look hard enough, you can find coincidences, or omens, anywhere, but the reality - certainly as far as the match on Sunday is concerned - is that what happened last year, last month, or even last week, is irrelevant. The aim for me, then, is to keep myself relevant, by defeating Damien Kingston on Sunday; we'll find out soon enough, whether or not I can achieve that aim - see you at Climax Control.'

Simon lifts both his feet off the floor, and rests them on the footstool; as he again sits staring at the camera, the scene fades to black.