The scene opens up backstage inside the SCW arena.  The camera pans around the locker room to find Virgil sitting at a table, the locker room door open.  Virgil is reading the local paper with a cup of tea on the table.  Virgil thumbs through to the next page when one of SCW’s crew knocks on the open door.  Virgil looks up.

Crew: Excuse me sir, just got the latest match list for the next Climax Control.  Here you go.

The crew member walks over to Virgil and hands him the piece of paper.

Virgil: Thanks very much.

Virgil begins to scan through the matches as the crew member heads back out the door and out of sight.  Virgil suddenly puts both the local paper and match listings on the table as he leans over it.  

Virgil: Who?

Eddie walks into the locker room and sees Virgil leaning over a piece of paper.

Eddie: What you got there?

Virgil: The next Climax Control card and we’re on it.

Eddie: Who we got?

Virgil: Surf Boys.

Eddie: Who?

Virgil: Exactly, but saying that seeing as we randomly found this place I expect we’re going to think that about every tag team here.  

Eddie: Well have we got anything on them?

Virgil: Nope, saying that I only just got the list so I haven’t looked for their bio or anything like that.  

Eddie pulls out his smartphone and begins hitting a few buttons on it.

Virgil: What are you doing there.

Eddie: Heading over to the SCW website and finding their boy, doing your job for you.

Virgil: Shut up, I was going to get round to it, like I said I...

Eddie: Blah blah blah, here we go.  

Virgil: And?

Eddie: ... I got nothing.

Virgil: Nothing?  At least I find something.  

Eddie: Well you look then.

Virgil: Nah it’s alright, I’ll take a different plan.  See I’m assuming these guys like to fly around with them being under the name of Surf Boys.  This may be something that I’ve just made up but I’m hoping they enjoy extremes and thrills more than art and submission, with that said I reckon we’ll be able to play them at their own game.  Whenever they try to go and fly we take them at the height, I’ll try and get up there and throw them off with some kind of suplex and you, well you just try and catch them and counter the move into something of your own, be it a backbreaker or a powerbomb.  Something that’ll keep them down on the mat, then you can either take them out completely or bring me in for the submission finish, bob’s your uncle match in the bag.  Or at least that’s plan A.

Eddie: And what’s plan B incase plan A doesn’t work like it should, like it never does.

Virgil: Then plan B is what it always is, smack them on the ground as quick as we can and get them with the pinfall, or I’ll try and get them with the submission.  We’ll basically just revert to our normal gameplan.  This is all about putting a tick in our win column now, we took it close at the last Climax Control but we didn’t get the win and no one is going to remember how close we were to a win.  We lost and we now need to put ourselves into a good position for those Tag Team titles.  We can be the first as long as we put our heads back into the game.  Sure we did well but we didn’t do what we needed to and we’re back at the bottom.  At Climax Control we’re going to drag our way back to the top of the tag team list.

Eddie: Or at least start as I don’t think beating Surf Boys will bush us to the top.

Virgil: But at least we won’t be at the bottom.

Eddie laughs slightly as he shakes his head.

Virgil: Can’t fault that logic can you, anyway where’d you get off to?

Eddie: Just taking a stroll really, around the bloke, taking in the sights.

Virgil: That’s a lie, what you got planned?

Eddie: Ah, fine then.  I just went out to find one of these.

Eddie pulls out a pack of earl grey and throws it over to Virgil, Virgil catches the box and a smile comes across his face.

Virgil: Oh hell yeah! No more tea machine for me.  Cheers for this buddy.

Eddie: Well I can’t have your morale low on all the crappy tea around here, we’ve got a match to win at Climax Control to make sure, as you say, we start Climbing That Tag Team Ladder right up to the very top.

The two men share a smile as Virgil gets up from the chair and heads off over to the nearest kettle.

 Scene One

The scene opens up backstage inside on the corridors of the arena that SCW has taken over for the night.  It doesn’t take too long though until the familiar face in this familiar surrounding turns up, that being Virgil.  Virgil, with his phone in hand, is looking slightly impatient as he walks down the corridor.  Virgil stops for a moment as his phone vibrates into life, flashing like a strobe light in the middle of a rave, as
Virgil raises the phone with his facing suddenly interested in this device.  

Virgil: Come on Eddie, where the bloody hell are you.

Virgil presses a button to cease the noise and find a text on, Virgil begins to quietly read it out loud.

Virgil: Congratulations, you have been selected this month to received double your minutes on your contract, all you need to do to redeem...Argh bollocks to this!

Virgil wheels his hand back and goes to launch his phone, but stops himself and regains his composure as he lets out a sigh shaking his head.  

Virgil: Come on Eddie, hurry the hell up.

Virgil slips the phone back into his pocket as he goes to continue making his way down the corridor when he see's Phil walking round from a corner into the corridor.  
Phil looks up to see Virgil, which makes him suddenly stop in his tracks.  Phil suddenly turns back around and goes to walk away Virgil but Virgil suddenly sees him

Virgil: Hey Phil, oi Phil!

Phil stops in his tracks and slowly turns back to face Virgil as Virgil storms right up to
Phil. Virgil, still with his phone in hand, stops right in front of Phil.

Virgil: Did you speak to Mark Ward about me wanting to see him yet?

Phil: Er, I'm afraid there hasn't been much time for socialising with the first Climax Control about to happen, I mean I've got to...

Virgil: Woah, woah, woah, you've got to what? Look I understand that you're employed here to do a job but surely you've got someone under you who's only going to get you some tea, and maybe he might get Mark Ward tea too?  Would it be too hard to get him to pass on my message?  I mean it's obvious Mr Ward missed the promo but Saint Patty deserves someone of higher class in the company to have a word with him, mention he can't just talk about people like myself however he likes without repercussions, and fine the bloody idiot.  Then I'll be very happy and we can all move on with our lives.  Because of Mr Ward not knowing sooner he's already said more slanderous things about me so you don't mind letting Mr Ward know about this do you?

Phil sighs slightly as he makes his response without a lot of enthusiasm.

Phil: No sir, that'll be fine.

Virgil: Thank you very much.  I don't mean to trouble you it's just being such an athlete like myself I do require more time focused on the match and less on situations like this.

Virgil turns around and begins walking away from Phil, Virgil looks at the phone again and begins to go through its details when Phil suddenly speaks up.

Phil: Oh, by the way Virgil, I do have a message for you.

Virgil: What is it?

Phil: Gentlemen by the name of Eddie G said hi.

Virgil's face suddenly lights up as he quickly turns around to face Phil again with a huge smile on is face.

Virgil: Eddie's here?! Finally!

Phil: He also said he'd be back in a couple more days.

Virgil's joy suddenly disappears again as Virgil slowly begins to shake his face.

Virgil: Screw this, I'm off for some bloody tea!


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Scene Two

The scene opens inside a local coffee shop, close to the Climax Control arena, which is currently not full with only a few seats inside the shop taken.  A frustrated Virgil then opens the door, which rings a bell as it opens, with Virgil making his way inside and over to the kiosk table.  Virgil slouches over the kiosk as he shakes his head, he then looks up at the menu where a smile slowly creeps back onto his face.

Virgil: Finally, a shop with class.  Can I have one of your large tea’s please.  Black.

Virgil watches the shop assistant make the tea as he rubs away at his chin, something he does to help calm him down in high stress situations such as his tag team partner being nowhere to be seen.  The shop assistant brings over the large tea as Virgil pulls a note out of his suit pocket and hands it over to her.

Virgil: Keep the change.

With that Virgil grabs the tea and heads over to a table near the window of the coffee shop and takes a seat so that he can look out the window.  Virgil takes in a deep breath as he relaxes in the chair and takes a sip from his tea, the joy of the taste really brings Virgil back from his current mood and begins to lighten that load allowing him to finally enjoy the experience of being in Las Vegas, the city of sin, and apart of SCW.  Virgil begins to looks at the pamphlets on the table when someone comes walking right up to Virgil and stands right next to him.  Virgil keeps reading away.

Virgil: This table’s taken I’m afraid.

The gentlemen stays right next to Virgil, Virgil begins to shake his head as he starts to look up.

Virgil: Look I said this table is...oh well It’s About Bloody Time isn’t it!

The gentleman sits down on the chair next to him to reveal Eddie G having stood next to Virgil the whole time.

Virgil: Where the bloody hell have you been?

Eddie: I’ve had a few issues getting here but it’s all slightly better now.  Anyway enough about that, how have you been?

Virgil: How have I been? Stressing about the fact that a tag team was meant to walk up into SCW and for a good majority of the time that this tag team was meant to exist in this company only one half of it has bothered to show.  That’s how I’ve been, how’s that holiday of yours.  I mean I’m guessing that’s why you’ve taken so long.  Hell at one point I thought that maybe Saint Patty had a point when it said you might stab me in the back and wouldn’t show until the last possible moment for the match, or just maybe not show for the match at all and leave me in a handicap match.

Eddie: Saint who?

Virgil: So you’ve not even been watching any of the programming so far?

Eddie: Look...like I said I’ve been a bit busy getting everything ready for our wrestling return.  I mean come on Virg, it’s been a while ain’t it.

Virgil: Alright, I’ll give you that, but just this once.

Eddie: Well get me up to speed then, what’s this match you’re talking about?

Virgil: As I told management we’re here he’s already put us in a match against the current best tag team.  Pretty much from whatever history they had they’re basically undefeated when it comes to tag team competition, which in my opinion means we need to bring our A game straight away and dive straight into this match all guns blazing.  They’re a bit of a weird lot, more into the dark arts and stuff, that Gabriel did some show around here where he’d fly in and through fire or jump off bollocks.  Basically he’ll want to try and intimidate us with glitter and mystery so I suggest you look into him as soon as you can to make sure he doesn’t have much of a chance to.  His partner seems a little odd too, though I think because of his size I might be able to get him down nice and quick and work him into the Virgil’s Viagra pretty quick.  I’m quite sure he’d tapped to that as well, I just need you to keep an eye on Gabriel and keep him away if I get that locked on.  They do seem to have a bond inside the right, which obviously for us wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for that Saint Patty messing around with my head and also if it hadn’t been so long since we’d been in the ring with each other.  I’m guessing we’re going to have a bit of ring rust, but as I said that ring rust really needs to be gone within sixty seconds so that we can take it to both Gabriel and Despayre and make sure we establish ourselves at the top of the tag team pile.  If we can get these two under a win column for us then it’s near enough a certainty that we’ll be involved in the first tag team title match whenever SCW put them up on the line.  Imagine the prestige we’ll get off the back of being the first SCW tag team champions?  There does seem to be a slight problem for us though as that Gabriel seems to have a problem with our name, kept banging on about how both of us don’t want to be taken seriously, especially you with your size and strength, with a name such as Team Viagra.

Virgil goes to take a sip out of his tea as he Eddie looks confused.

Eddie: What? He’s got no reason to care about our name.  Has our name hit a sore spot for him or something?

Virgil spits his tea back out as he starts laughing, having to put the tea back down before spilling it all over the place.  

Virgil: I have no idea, but that would make a lot of sense for his reaction.

Virgil has a smile on his face as he looks Eddie in the eye.

Virgil: Man it’s good to finally have you here.  I’ve been all over the place waiting for you to turn up and with you finally here that’s really helped me out a lot.  Though that Saint Patty will still have to pay for his comments.

Eddie: What exactly did he say?

Virgil: Not a lot, just that you might turn on me, blah blah blah.  Nothing major, but it’s the principle of him saying it whilst you weren’t actually here yet, he needs to learn the things you say at certain times and at other times there’s things that you never say.

Eddie: Virgil, come one, by the way it sounds already this guy isn’t even worth a second of your thought let alone your time.

Virgil: You might be right, but he’s already decided to think I’m a cry baby of it.  You know I’m no cry baby and I know I’m no cry baby, it’s about respect.  He should’ve respected me enough not to talk about you while you weren’t here and putting seeds of doubt in my mind, that deserves to have repercussions from management.

Eddie laughs as he shakes his head.

Eddie: Come on Virgil, let’s get back to the arena and start talking strategy for the match.  

Virgil: What about my tea?

Eddie: Surely you can get more at the arena?

Virgil: ...Probably, ok fine.  Let’s go.

Virgil and Eddie get up from the table and head for the door of the coffee shop, Virgil opens the door as both men then walk out of it and around the corner leaving the sight of the camera.  The scene then fades out to black.

 The scene opens up backstage inside the arena as the SCW camera begin making their way down the corridors.  The camera passes by a few of the backstage handlers on its way towards arena entrance doors, the camera then settles at the door as suddenly the door opens up with a new gentlemen entering the room.  The guy is wearing a suit and shades as he walks in, closing the door behind him, with him turning back to walk in as he finds the camera standing right in front.  He stands and stares at the camera with him looking at the camera with his head slightly tilted to the left.

Gentlemen: This camera rolling out live now is it?

The camera nods.

Gentlemen: Interesting, well you seem to have come at the perfect time with me being new here, what better way to introduce myself. As you'll be able to here from my accent I'm from the shores of Britain, far across the Atlantic ocean, and here to fight my way...no, I'm going to stretch my way to the top as unlike most people who seem to participate in this fine sport, they all see to be happy going for the pin and getting a 1, 2, 3.

He moves his shades and focuses his arms on the camera.

Gentlemen: Well not me, I actually prefer to use the real art of wrestling to get to the top, to make my opponents scream for mercy, to make them feel pain like they've never felt before, to leave them at their weakest as they're forced to tap out.  You see tapping out is a sign of weakness, it's a sign of the lower class making themselves come out from hiding behind whatever facade that they've made for themselves.  When you wrestle me you have to constantly bring your A game because if you do not then I will expose you for the lazy, half assed excuse for a wrestler that you really are.  I’m tired of my grand sport being mocked by these people actually trying to become an athlete when they really shouldn’t be.  This isn’t an easy ride to the top, or maybe here in SCW it might’ve been but with my arrival this definitely won’t be an easy anymore.  Most of the places I’ve watched on the telly recently all seem to have a bunch of wrestlers that have no idea what that title really means, all they seem to do is dance around the ring, bounce off the ropes, float over their opponents and maybe land in a bunch or two as they fall off some stage through a thousand tables.  Hell, you might as well remove the arena and stick that ring under a tent, put a few elephants around it and maybe some tight rope walkers and bingo you’ve put that company right where it belongs, in the circus.  You won’t be catching me setting up any nets and flying over any ring ropes any time soon.  And what are all these hardcore matches?  Because of all these reasons that’s why you have found me here in SCW rather than elsewhere, with this place just getting off the ground I’m hoping the management here will have more of a brain than the rest, will have more sense than the rest and will have more integrity than the rest.  I’m sure we’ll find out in the fullness of time, but none the less as with the outlook of the place and with the interesting feelings I have about SCW there’s an added extra that I’ve decided to do for this place because my arrival alone isn’t the best news yet.

He stands up straight and a smile comes on his face as he looks towards the camera.

Gentlemen: The best part of all of this is a good friend of mine is on his way here too.  Under singles competition this would’ve been an interesting ride for SCW anyway but with my tag team partner soon to arrive here and with our imminent arrival this place is about to pick up.  I’m Virgil and I’m not on my own.

Virgil places the shades back on as his smile beams from ear to ear.  Virgil then walks around the camera leaving it looking at the entrance door, the scene then changes to elsewhere in the building.