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Tuesday 11th February
The scene opens to show the interior of a nondescript bar. This does not appear to be one of the bar's busier times, as only a handful of people are in view. However, two of the individuals that can be seen - who are taking a seat on opposite sides of a table that is in the foreground of the shot - are Simon Jones and Jason O'Neil; Simon is wearing a pair of black jeans and a yellow Birmingham City F.C. jersey, while Jason is wearing a pair of pale blue jeans and a plain shamrock green t-shirt. In their right hands, the two men are each holding a pint glass; the drink in Jason's glass is clearly Guinness, it's characteristic dark colour making it easily recognisable, whereas Simon's drink is a more generic looking beer.
Almost immediately after they sit down - Jason sits to the left of the table, with Simon sitting to the right of it - the pair clink their glasses.
Simon: 'Cheers!'
Jason: 'Cheers!'
They both take a sip of their respective drinks, following which they place their glasses on the table. Jason then turns his head to his left, looking momentarily towards the bar - which is visible in the background of the shot - before turning back to face Simon.
Jason: 'How many times have you come here then, since you moved to Vegas?'
Simon: 'Although I became aware of this place a couple of weeks ago, this is the first time that I've actually been here - I discovered it online, when I was looking for bars in the Las Vegas Valley that show Premier League matches live.'
Simon turns his head to his left, to look in the direction of the camera.
Simon: 'Which is why, after pushing ourselves hard in the gym, I thought that this would be a suitable location for us to unwind: somewhere where we can watch the football, whilst we enjoy a beer.'
Jason: 'And which of the four matches are they showing?'
Jason turns his head so that he is now also looking in the direction of the camera.
Simon: 'It's Albion versus Chelsea that they've got on the big screen.'
Jason: 'Chelsea and West Brom? When they played at Stamford Bridge earlier in the season, that was the game where Chelsea salvaged a draw deep into added time, thanks to a dodgy penalty, wasn't it? I'm sure you tweeted after that incident, comparing the referees in SCW, favourably, with whoever the ref was at Stamford Bridge.'
Simon: 'It was Andre Marriner. And it was a very dodgy penalty. But then, given that he supports the Villa, I'm not surprised that Marriner was biased against the Albion.'
Simon picks up his glass and takes a sip of his beer, before putting it back down on the table, and continuing.
Simon: 'Who could possibly think that it would be a sensible decision to put a Villa fan in charge of a match involving either Blues or Albion? And yes, I did tweet about the matter the following day; if there's any justice, Albion will win this match courtesy of a soft penalty of their own, right at the end of the game.'
Jason picks up his glass to take a swig of Guinness. After placing his glass back on the table, Jason turns to look at Simon, who continues to stare in the direction of the camera, towards the television screen that is hidden from view, on which he is watching the game of football.
Jason: 'Speaking of Blues, they're playing today, aren't they?'
Simon turns away from the screen, to face Jason.
Simon: 'That's right; they're away to Watford - or to put it another way, they're away at Lizzie Short's hometown club.'
Simon then lowers his head as - with his left hand - he reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a mobile phone; Simon taps the screen of the phone a few times with his thumb.
Simon: 'And Blues are already a goal down.'
Simon puts the phone back in his pocket; he then has a drink of his beer, before he looks at Jason again.
Simon: 'Hopefully Brandi Shotze and I will do better against Lizzie Short and her partner - Jimmy Ringo - than Blues are doing against Watford.'
Jason: 'How do you feel about teaming with Brandi Shotze?'
Simon: 'I'm quite satisfied with what has been handed to me by the draw. As a former Bombshell tag team champion, she has a better tag team pedigree than many of the ladies that could have potentially been my partner, which is a plus. And judging by what she tweeted at the weekend, she seems pleased to have me as her partner; I think we'll get along just fine - I'm sure she'd approve of my current pre-match preparations.'
Jason: 'Do you know if Brandi Shotze is her real name, or if it's a stage name?'
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: 'I don't know whether it's a pseudonym, or whether her parents just have a sense of humour - and I don't really care; all that matters is that the two of us combine to make a formidable team, beginning with our match on Sunday against Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short.'
Jason: 'Fair enough.'
Both Simon and Jason take a sip of their respective drinks.
Jason: 'On the subject of people with names that sound as though they could be puns, have you spoken to your agent yet, Rick O'Shea - or Blake, or whatever his name really is - about why he tried to his past from you?'
Simon: 'No, not yet. I believe he's still unaware I've been informed that he - like you and I - was once a member of the roster of Ricochet Wrestling, but as I told my sister, after she'd broken the news to me, when I do speak to him about it, I want to do it face-to-face.'
Jason: 'And so when do you plan on doing that?'
Simon: 'I don't know, it's not like I've set a date. Perhaps I'll do it at the beginning of April, when Jacqui and I - and Matty - travel to the UK, ahead of the tour of Africa; we'll have to get a flight to somewhere on the East Coast first, before getting a connecting flight to take us home - maybe we could go via Florida, so that I can confront Rick, Blake, or whoever he is.'
Simon takes a swig of beer from his glass.
Simon: 'I assume that you'll also be coming back to the UK with us, when we base ourselves there during April and May.'
Jason: 'Probably, I guess, although I haven't decided for certain yet.'
Jason has another swig of his Guinness.
Simon: 'Well, there's plenty of time left for you to make up your mind.'
Jason nods his head once, and then turns his head slightly to his left, to look away from Simon - but Jason soon turns back to face Simon.
Jason: 'I've just remembered there's something that I wanted to ask you.'
Simon: 'Which is?'
Jason: 'Did you really mean what you said three weeks ago on Climax Control, about wanting to let Drake Green and Goth have their opportunities to regain the heavyweight title first, before you exercise you right to a return match for the title?'
Simon: 'I did, although following the events of My Bloody Valentine, I have begun to wonder if I might find myself thrust into a match for the title sooner than I anticipated. I mean, Drake Green's future in SCW now appears to be uncertain, leaving his shot at the title up in the air. And as for Goth, since he was beaten by Giani Di Luca at December 2 Dismember II, his form has taken such a nosedive that regaining the roulette title is now beyond him, never mind the heavyweight title.'
Simon leans back, against his chair.
Simon: 'As for me, having won my last three matches, all of them by pin-fall, I'm in the best run of form that I've been on for quite a while - definitely the best set of results that I've had since I lost the heavyweight title, at Summer XXXTreme II. So, the way that things are going, I could end up being left as the only credible challenger for the title.'
Jason: 'It sounds to me as though you've been having second thoughts. Do you remember what I said to you nine months ago, when I was trying to encourage you to enter yourself into the open invitational gauntlet battle royal - the match that brought you to SCW in the first place? I told you that you should strike while the iron is hot, to capitalise on the momentum that you had: back in May, your momentum had come from winning the NWA cruiserweight championship; now, your momentum has been built through consecutive victories over Goth, Damien Kingston, and Casey Williams - if you continue to wait your turn, you risk allowing that momentum to dissipate, and hence you risk missing out on the benefits that momentum could provide you if you were in a match for the title.'
Simon: 'Jase, I've not had second thoughts; I meant what I said three weeks ago, and I stand by it - I'm a man of my word. As for benefiting from my current momentum, well, hopefully my momentum will be beneficial to me - and Brandi Shotze - in the Blast from the Past tournament, starting with the match against Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short.'
Simon leans forward slightly, as he reaches towards his pint glass; he wraps his right hand around the glass.
Simon: 'Besides, Giani Di Luca is also one of the participants in the Blast from the Past tournament, and I daresay that like me, he does not plan on exiting the competition in the first round - and despite how talented Argento and Roxi Johnson are, with Emma Rose as his partner, I don't see that happening; wins on Sunday for our respective teams would keep alive the possibility that myself and Di Luca could clash in the Blast from the Past tournament, which - if it was to happen - would give me the chance to gain a win against the heavyweight champion, and so give me the chance to build further momentum before I eventually get my return match for the title.'
Simon raises his glass, to drink some of his beer; Jason does likewise with his Guinness. After placing his glass back on the table, Simon turns to his left, to look towards the television screen again.
Jason: 'Right, shall we order lunch?'
With his right index finger, Simon points in the direction of the screen.
Simon: 'They've just gone into added time, at the end of the first half - it'll be half-time in less than two minutes, so let's wait until then.'
Jason turns to his right, to join Simon in watching the game of football.
Jason: 'Have you got anything planned for Friday? For Valentine's Day, I mean.'
Simon: 'Yeah, Jacqui and I are going to have our first night out alone since Matty was born; I won't bore you with the details, although needless to say, I've arranged a babysitter.'
Jason takes another swig of Guinness from his glass.
Simon: 'Corner to Chelsea.'
Jason: 'Surely the last chance for either team to get a goal before half-time.'
Simon: 'Yep.'
Simon picks his glass up, and raises it to his lips, but just as he is about to sip his beer...
Jason: 'Goal.'
Simon takes the glass away from his mouth, putting it back on the table.
Simon: 'I don't believe this; two minutes of added time were indicated, and Chelsea have scored fifteen seconds into a third minute of added time - they've had another decision go in their favour, and against Albion, just like when they met at Stamford Bridge. And some people say officials don't favour the big clubs.'
Jason turns to look at Simon, whose attention remains focused on the television screen.
Jason: 'At least if there's any similarly dodgy officiating on Sunday, it should go in your favour - of the four competitors in the match, as a former SCW heavyweight champion, you're the one with the highest reputation.'
Simon: 'As I tweeted back in November, I think the overall standard of officiating is better in SCW than it is in the Premier League. And anyway, I would hope that Brandi Shotze and I won't need to have questionable officiating go in our favour, in order for us to be able to defeat Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short - I'm confident that we'll be able to get the win by ourselves, without the assistance of anyone else.'
As Simon continues to stare at the screen, and as Jason reaches for his Guinness again, the scene fades to black.
Friday 14th February
The scene opens to show Simon Jones, visible only from the waist up, in front of a wall that is painted white. Simon, who is staring directly at the camera, is wearing a plain white shirt; he blinks his eyes, and then begins to speak.
Simon: 'It's Valentine's Day, and like so many people across the globe, I have a night out with my other half to look forward to. But as I wait for Jacqui to finish getting ready for the evening that we have ahead of us, I thought that I would use this brief bit of spare time to quickly record some comments about what lies ahead of me on Sunday - that being my match in the first round of the Blast from the Past tournament, against Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short.'
Simon sighs.
Simon: 'Popular opinion has Giani Di Luca and Emma Rose as the early favourites to win the tournament - and I would have to agree that right now, on paper, they look like the team to beat. But wrestling matches aren't contested on paper - they're fought in a ring. And as the tournament progresses, should Giani and Emma wind up being opponents for myself and Brandi Shotze, I'm confident that our team will be capable of upsetting the favourites.'
Simon raises both of his hands, in a stop gesture.
Simon: 'Alas, I'm getting ahead of myself: before I can even begin to contemplate who could be possible future opponents for Brandi and I, first, we need to win our opening match of the tournament - and that means we need to defeat Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short.'
Simon lowers his arms.
Simon: 'Before I do discuss Messrs Ringo and Short, there's something else that I'd just like to say in relation to Giani Di Luca, which is that, unlike Kenny Chisholm, I'm going to refrain from referring to the current heavyweight champion as "GDL" - I think that calling him GDL makes him sound as though he should be playing in the Premier League, alongside RVP, in a team coached by AVB; I appreciate that remark is going to be lost on most people, but the few that understand it, they make it worthwhile.'
Simon smirks.
Simon: 'Enough about that, though - time to concentrate the duo that will be my opponents on Sunday. I'll start with my compatriot, Lizzie Short, who is arguably the best thing to come out of Watford since Anthony Joshua. As well as both being from Watford, Anthony Joshua and Lizzie Short are also both in the early stages of their careers, in their chosen sports: boxing, for Joshua, and of course, wrestling, for Lizzie. However, that is where the comparisons end: Anthony Joshua already has an Olympic gold medal to his name, from his time as an amateur, and I expect him to go on to have success in the pro ranks, but Lizzie, for you, I only see disappointment - particularly in your immediate future.'
Simon nods his head.
Simon: 'And I guess that the same can be said for the immediate future of Jimmy Ringo - while Brandi Shotze looks after Lizzie Short, it's my responsibility to take care of "Real Money." Jimmy Ringo certainly talks a good game, but aside from a fluky win a couple of months ago against Connor Murphy, he's yet to really back his words up with his actions in the ring. Given his attitude towards women - especially the bombshells in SCW - it's somewhat of a surprise to see Ringo competing in the Blast from the Past tournament, although Lizzie Short is probably one of the few bombshells that he has not yet irked. No bother - even if Ringo does manage to avoid having an argument with Lizzie on Sunday, I'm confident that myself and Brandi Shotze will still have enough to prevent our opponents from advancing in the tournament.'
Simon pauses to rub his chin, before continuing.
Simon: 'So, Jimmy Ringo and Lizzie Short, two of the more inexperienced members of the SCW roster. If you're good enough, then it doesn't matter if you're lacking in experience - but on Sunday, together with Brandi Shotze, I intend to show the pair of you that, however good you think you are, you're not yet good enough to beat us; Brandi and I will provide everyone with a reminder of why we have both been champions in the past in SCW - and why one us, at least, has aspirations of being a champion again.'
Simon smiles wryly.
Simon: 'Already this week, a team from Watford has beaten a team from Birmingham - but I don't plan on there being a similar scenario come Sunday. And to continue the references to football, Jimmy and Lizzie, you're...well, let's just say that you're League One calibre; Brandi and I - we're Premier League.'
As Simon continues to smile at the camera, the scene fades to black.