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Climax Control Archives / Ye Aude Enemy
« on: January 06, 2017, 05:20:03 PM »
 The backdrop of bright lights filling the air of Los Angeles, California at night can be seen from the window of a penthouse, the headlights and taillights move swiftly amongst the sea of lights advertising the many clubs around the downtown area. Off the camera, a whistling can be heard. The camera spins around to show a tidy penthouse, not one single thing out of place. Ben Jordan strolls on to the camera in just his boxer shorts. He walks directly past the camera, before stopping and taking three steps backwards, to a mid camera position and slowly turns his head towards the camera, slightly tilting it with a frown upon his face. He lifts his finger, giving it a slight wave towards the camera.

"You're here a little bit early, ain't ya?" he says slowly. "I reckon Jamie sent ya early to get ya to film me in me pants."

Ben turns around to face the camera completely to show his boxer shorts has Christmas lights printed on to them with the words 'Turn me on' written across them.

"Thing is..." Ben says trailing off "You lot have caught me a little bit early, I mean, no one wants to cut a promo for a match with me old frenemy while standing in their pants, so lemme give you a quick intro here and then ya gonna have to give me a minute, alright?"

The camera moves up and down as if to nod towards Ben.

"Blinding" He says before clearing his throat.

He attempts to straighten his shirt collar before realising he's not wearing a shirt and blankly looks in to the camera.

"Can happen to anyone" He comments with a smile "Right, ready?"

The camera moves up and down as if to nod again towards Ben.

"Brilliant" He quickly comments.

He takes a deep breath and smiles down the camera.

"People, people, people" He starts "Let me start off by wishing you a very happy new year and a prosperous 2017. I know 2016 was a rough year for many, even the ones you think got it golden, but it's a rough at times for people with the biggest smiles."

He smiles widely as if to prove a point.

"Now all you lot thought I was holed up in Cuba, but people, that's not been the case this week." He explains "I've been hiding away from the world right here in Los Angeles. All for good reason, you see tonight, I got me a little charity thing going on here in a certain club, and clearly, these lot filming this have turned up a bit early, so here's what we're gonna do."

He pauses for just a second.

"I'm gonna go in there, get ready for tonight." He starts firmly "And these lot are gonna splice in what happened with me over the new year time when I was in Cuba with some very special people that came a long way to see me. Then I'll come back here all dolled up with some place to go and do the promo thing where I get you lot interested in a match I have on Sunday with Travis Nathaniel Andrews."

Ben sticks two thumbs up and looks down the camera.

"So let's do that and I'll be back with you good people soon as I can, alright?" He quickly says with a nod and a wink.

Ben turns and walks away from the camera as the scene cuts in to a flashback.

*******

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Ben Jordan fires himself straight up on the U shaped sofa in his Cuban home. his head looks around the room like a prairie dog popping out of a hole, searching for the sound that has just disturbed him. Ben shakes his head, thinking that the sound that has disturbed him was all in his head. He lays down on the sofa, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Again, Ben's body shoots up as he looks around. He spins his legs off the sofa and plants his feet on the floor. He stands up showing himself in just shorts.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Ben looks around for the sound and quickly determines it's fist to door. He moves towards the door, a yawn escaping his lungs.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

"Hang on." He yells out "I'm on me way"

Ben walks towards the door and reaches towards the handle, opening up the door and looking around. A wide smile crosses his face as a crowd of people greet him at the door..... Fifteen to be exact, ten adults, five children, all of various ages.

"Holy fuck." He exclaims as he looks around the group.

"Watch your mouth." An old lady tells Ben "No one wants to hear you fucking and blinding."

Ben smiles at the irony as he looks at her from his height a foot or so taller then her.

"Sorry Nan" He says as he wraps his arms around her. "I thought your flight didn't get in till tomorrow or I would have come and got ya."

"Didn't think you had a motor here son." An older man says.

"I don't dad." Ben replies "But coulda sent a few, or hired a lorry to throw you lot in."

He looks around the family, his grandmother, mum, dad, sister, aunt, uncles, cousins, and army of nieces and nephews.

"Well come on in to be gaff" He says stepping in to the room and pointing inside. "You might catch sunburn out there or something."

Ben steps out of the way as the horde move in to his house, each carrying bags and suitcases in to his home.

"Almost like Piccadilly Circus now around here." He says with a smile as he looks at his family moving in to the living room area.

His dad and Nan stand next to him as everyone else moves past.

"Someone else in the house boy?" His dad asks.

"What makes you say that?" Ben replies curiously.

"Either that or you've sprung a leak upstairs." His day says pointing upwards.

Ben smiles raising his eyebrows as he looks towards the stairs to the side.

"Oh that." Ben starts "Just a friend of mine, their showers knackered where they're staying, so I let 'em use mine."

"Thought you was hiding a bird up there" His dad says nudging his elbow in to his sons shoulder.

"Would be about time." His Nan comments "It is about time you found yourself a good woman."

"I reckon Ben likes the bad girls" his dad responds with a wink.

Ben looks directly down the camera and shakes his head and shrugs.

"What?" He exclaims "Telling me that when ya single around family, they don't ask when you're gonna get in a relationship?"

He smiles and turns back to the two. His arm towards the door where everyone else has walked in to.

"There's a bar in the room on the side" Ben says "That should take you back a few years dad."

His dad smiles and nods, walking in to the room, Ben puts his arm out to his Nan, his other arm points to the door.

"Shall we?" He asks.

His Nan wraps her arm around his and Ben looks down to her.

"I'm glad you're here Nan" Ben starts "Even glad these loonies made it too."

His Nan squeeze his arm and Ben slowly leads her towards the living room, walking in the room and moving her through the middle of the family towards the U shaped sofa and moving her towards one of the corners. He helps her sit down and looks around the room, only to be charged at by four younger children, three girls, one boy.

"Uncle Ben!" They yell out in unison.

They run towards him and tackle him down to the sofa. Ben looks to his left to a man roughly around his own age.

"Bar over there mate." He tells him "Get the drinks out for people and let's have a little party."

The man smiles back towards Ben and stands up and Ben turns his attention to the hugging kids and tries to wrap his arms around all of them at once.

"Cor bloody hell" he says as that hugs get tighter. "You lot start going to the gym or something cause you all getting strong."

"Uncle Ben..." The boy says softly "Mummy said you have a swimming pool. Can we go in it later?"

Ben ruffles his dark hair and smiles.

"You can." He says "I think we should throw a pool party with a lot of cake, whatcha think?"

The boy nods his head excitedly as he looks at Ben, before moving away from him and running towards his mother to give her the good news. Ben looks around the living room, full of life, a wide smile appears on his face as he looks around and waves his finger towards the camera, bringing it closer to his face.

"You see people." He starts "This is what it's all about. Family with ya travelling miles for just some time to be around you. Organizing this as a group, it ain't easy, we know this, but this is what life should be about, this is what it's all about. there's a lot of shit going on in the world."

"Oi!" Ben's Nan says while sitting next to him.

"Sorry Nan." Ben says with a smile.

"Who ya bloody talking to anyway?" She asks him.

"Doesn't matter love." He responds "Work thing"

She rolls her eyes at him as he looks back down the camera, addressing anyone who's listening out there in the SCW world.

"There's a lot of families at war." Ben says "Brothers that don't speak to sisters, parents that don't speak to their children and vice versa. This ain't the way the world is  meant to be people. This is what the world is meant to be, unity, love. The only thing different about us all is the way we act. We all need the same things to live, we all have a heart that beats, it's about finding what makes your heart beats and this is what makes mine keep ticking on. My friends are the world, my family are my universe. Try adding that to your 2017 resolutions and make that phone call every day to home. 2016 has taught me and many others that some things can disappear before you know it. Nothing should be taken for granted here. I may not be here this time next year."

He curls the lower left hand side of his lip.

"I know it's bleak but let's be honest, it's true." He says slowly "Us people in the limelight have a way of positively effecting people, of influencing people, but a lot of what's said comes off as insincere. I'm not people. In 2017, take nothing for granted and just enjoy being around the people who mean the world to ya, cause we ain't gonna be here forever. We get one go at this, so enjoy it while you can. That's what I'm gonna do with these lot."

Ben taps his chin and looks down the camera.

"Now knowing me, I've said to release this as part of a promo." He says with a smile "And knowing me, I've done an intro where I've kicked it to this and I'm gonna go back to talking sometime in the future, so this is Ben Jordan, sending this back to Ben Jordan somewhere in the future. Happy new year people if future Ben hasn't already said that."

Ben winks towards the camera as we go back to the present.

*******

The scene returns to the penthouse from earlier as the camera points to the floor. A pair of black biker boots step in to the scene. The camera moves up his body to see faded blue jeans. As the camera gets halfway up his body, a shiny wooden acoustic guitar is seen. The camera moves higher to see a white T shirt covered by a leather. It moves up to the face of Ben Jordan with sunglasses covering his eyes, almost mirrored shades.

"Gone for the George Michael Faith video look." Ben says with a smile. "How'd I do?"

He smiles at the camera. His face changes to an ahhhh look as he bites his bottom lip and turns his head away from the camera. He turns his head back to the camera.

"Ahhhhhh" Ben says with a grin "I bet I know what you lot thought. I bet you thought when I was saying about a charity event, you thought it was gonna be a stuffy black tie thing where I had to dress like a penguin and drink champagne."

Ben shakes his head firmly.

"Behave." He says with a laugh "Actually a little while ago, Jamie Dean said if I would sing I Want Your Sex by George Michael in Club AKBAR, then he will donate five grand to charity. I woulda preferred Too Funky, but hell, as it's for a good cause so sod it, why not?"

He smiles widely down the camera.

"Speaking of you Jamie." Ben starts "It's amazing that you're in that battle royal son, and I got all the faith in you in the world. Just smack that Xander geezer hard enough that people can understand a bloody word he says. Not all of us are down with the old hip hop language."

Ben sighs slightly as he shakes his head.

"I remember when people spoke the Queens English and not like a mong."  He says with a shrug "Anyway, moving on to matters in my hands and that would be that one man I've faced more than once."

He pauses for just a second

"Travis Nathaniel Andrews" He says in a firm tone "I knew after that disaster of a match with Despayre, I knew our paths would cross again, I knew you were waiting for me to spin back around and take you on. I knew you'd want one more try, but I won't lie, I'm a bit disappointed in it, just a touch."

He holds his thumb and forefinger apart slightly.

"I was hoping my next singles match would be a big one that would draw money but unfortunately it's against you Travis so if anybody falls asleep, completely understandable." Ben says with a sympathetic nod. "I'll probably do the same, so just wake me up before you go-go"

Ben winks down the camera.

"Seriously, I made a vow to myself in December." Ben says seriously "Round about last Christmas, I told myself that if I signed this contract to keep me here, I would take on everyone and anyone, it didn't matter, and I knew you'd be around at some point but I was hoping not too soon, and now this is even worse timing because from what I see, you're facing Synn and Inception II, which means you're going in to that with a loss."

Ben stays stony faced as he looks down the camera,

"I know you think 2017 is gonna be your year, but stepping in the ring with me isn't gonna be club Tropicana pal, you're not having it that easy. I know you think you're untouchable, flawless, the best that SCW can possibly have but mate, I don't see it that way. Didn't you ever have a father figure in your life to teach you your limits? To beat a little respect in to you?"

Ben pauses as if he waits for an answer from someone.

"This is your problem Travis." He says a little softer "You can't get anywhere in this business without having a little respect, and to not have that respect is foolish, you are foolish Travis, every time Ruby lays her lips on you, she's kissing a fool. You could be so  much  more than a fool Travis but you have zero respect for anyone and without that little bit of respect for what people can do, you will constantly get caught out. Your comfort zone is sitting there looking down on people, and that's what gets you bit on the arse all the time. You need to step out of that comfort zone of looking down on people with blind ignorance, step outside of that circle and see people for who they are and respect what they do. You might stand more of a chance there."

Ben takes a deep breath

"Obviously not against me Travis" Ben states "Because I have every intention of starting off my 2017 wrestling calendar with nothing less than a win. I know it's one of the few solo matches I've had in the last year, I know you'll probably mock that fact, but I'm showing how good I am gonna try and be by having the freedom to move between tag and singles wrestling and believe me when I say I plan to start it off in style."

He pauses for a second, tapping his fingers on the top of the guitar hanging from his neck.

"I've been waiting for that day to come to prove myself in both tag team and single wrestling in one year and Sunday is the day it begins." Ben starts "It starts a whole chapter in my career where I'll probably go around and pick up single titles before you do, but have no fear me old frenemy, like Jesus to a child, in this match, I will make you look relevant again, cause god knows monkey nuts, all your huffing and puffing you do doesn't work."

He rolls his shoulders back

"This might be a new year Travis" Ben starts "You might be older, but you sure ain't wiser. You still think you're Gods gift to the world but if that's the case, can we please return you for store credit so we can get something of equal value, like some china or something? Not the good kind, just like a tea cup or something."

Ben pauses for a few seconds to gather his thoughts.

"I know you talk about everyone like they're shit Travis, thinking we won't hear but those careless whispers mean nothing to me" Ben starts "It doesn't effect what I'm gonna do and how I'm gonna do it in the ring. Let's just get down to the facts, by the end of the night, you'll be praying for time to end. We've done this dance before Travis, you know how this one goes."

He flicks his fingers through his hair.

"It's still the strangest thing that you think you can win, but you know you can't, you know how this goes." Ben states firmly "You can waltz away dreaming all you want, but you know you're in for a hard day against me. You've been in the ring with me before and you know how wrong it's gone for ya and ya know it will do again. Nothing's changed Travis. In the time since we last met, I've been a champion for the best part of the year while you've done nothing but fall short of everything you've tried. I'm so far ahead, I'm around a different corner."

Ben smiles towards the camera.

"I'm my mother's pride, can you honestly say the same things?" Ben asks "Can ya wake up every day and have people be proud of what you've done? I mean when someone thinks about star people of SCW, you're not a name that gets mentioned or thought of. Being in the ring with me is not an easier affair than it was when we last met, nothing's changed around here."

Ben takes a moment to breath and look down the camera, just letting the thoughts run though his mind.

"If I told you that you stood a chance Travis, I'd only be lying." Ben firmly states "I'm a man who don't talk bollocks, I call it how I see it and the fact is me old mate, you're really out of your depth here. You go the thought of Synn on your mind who's gonna rip ya a new one at Inception II, you've got the weight of another failed attempt at another championship weighing you down and you're coming up against a geezer with a shitload to prove. There's only one way this is gonna go. You'll be knocked down countless times, you'll be looking up at that one white light above the ring wondering how you're gonna recover but the truth is, you can't. You'll be looking down the barrel of another defeat Travis. I just want this more than you."

Ben breathes deeply, looking towards his wrist and pulling up his jacket, looking towards his watch. He flicks his head up towards the camera.

"It's gonna take a long time to heel the pain Travis." Ben continues "I got true faith in myself to get the job done, but I think this is about as much as time will allow me to talk to you Travis, because I got something a little more challenging to do. Bring that new aggressive style mate, and let me show ya that without respecting ya opponent, you could become The Hulk and ya still wouldn't pick up a win."

Ben puts his hand on the guitar.

"Anyway you lovely lot, it's time for me to go." Ben starts "But I hope you enjoyed watching this. Thing is, it ain't done just yet because the cameras are gonna follow us to AKBAR, and you'll get to see what chaos ensues in Jamie Dean's promo a little bit later, so I'm gonna leave ya with two things."

He holds up one finger.

"First off, I hope you lot watch me beat Travis Nathaniel Andrews once more. We all know it's gonna happen, so hope you enjoy it, and second..." He says holding up a second finger. "I want you to rewind this promo and see how many George Michael singles song titles I actually managed to fit in to one promo."

A wide smile crosses Ben's face.

"I know some of them was obvious, I mean do you know how hard it is to fit in Wake Me Up Before You Go Go?" Ben says with a chuckle. "But there's a few decent hidden ones there. First person to get in contact and tell me how many I managed to fit in, I'll be dropping five grand to your favourite charity, extra five if you can name them all. Can't be fairer than that, can I?"

Ben winks down the camera.

"Anyway, you lot have a wonderful night, don't forget to look out for Jamie's work a little later and I will see you all soon." Ben says with a wink "Laters people."

Ben walks past the camera singing away.

"Oh I bet it would be nice, if I could tough your body, I know not every body, got a body like you."

The camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / A week in Cuba...
« on: December 08, 2016, 07:48:43 PM »
 The camera  opens to a tight shot of the face of Ben Jordan, his hair pushed neatly back over his head. a troubled look crosses the face of the cockney king as he looks down the camera and slowly starts to speak.

"Alright people." He says slowly with a troubled tone. "Well what a twist in the tail from someone who used to be a nice guy. Contracted up until the end of the year, not expecting to be on the Christmas show, and for what could be ya last match, you get put against a couple of friends with a partner you've never been in the ring with. Such is life people. I didn't expect for a second that this would be what I'm looking at for a possible last match, going against my friend in Jamie Dean. Well, hopefully still a friend after Christian tried the ol' divide and conquer bollocks. He hasn't said much to me since. Either way, work is work and I take a lot of pride in what I do."

The camera cuts to the side, showing Ben's profile look of his face.

"I'm disappointed." He says with a sigh "Disappointed to be in the ring against Jamie and Amy, two people I love to bits when it comes to wrestling but there's part of me that is a bit excited because I'm teaming with Evie Baang."

He quickly taps his chin with his forefinger on his right hand.

"To be fair, that should make me a little bit nervous." He says scrunching up his face in to a frown. "Evie clearly don't play well with others or by the rules, but she is one hell of a talent in the ring and there ain't a bird or geezer that can deny that. So I decided that even though we've been out on the piss a few times, I needed to know my partner a little bit better."

Ben frowns at the camera.

"Not in that way you filthy animals!" He says with a smile "Sorry, it is nearly Christmas, Home Alone references needed. I mean in the way of I've drunk with many people over the years, doesn't mean I know 'em. Some of my closest friends, I still don't know much about 'em, but this is in a game where in a tag match, you need to watch ya partners back, you need to know that partner well enough to trust them to have your best interests at heart, so I suggested Cuba."

A smile crosses his face.

"Love Cuba and I figured that maybe it would help a usually high strung mystery woman to let her guard down a little so that we might be able to work as a team." He states "No one liked the random team thing because of feeling uncomfortable. I knew Jamie wouldn't have this issue with Amy in his corner, so I had to make the effort. So ladies and gents, welcome to Cuba, because this whole thingamajig is coming from the island."

He winks down the camera.

"Enjoy..."

*******

"Home sweet home." The cockney tones of Ben Jordan fill the early morning air.

The two had flown through the night after a really bad excuse for music drove them to leave Primm, Nevada after the show - Come on people, follow them on Twitter and you'd know this. For those that don't, the two tried to drink but let's just say noise does not count as music at times. Quickly the two made for Cuba.

"Yeah, I know." Evie's Australian accent responds "Been here before for that party you threw after some supercard. The week long thing."

Ben and Evie stand at the bottom of the steps on a house off the road on a slight hill. He smiles in the morning sun as he thinks back to the time SCW stars were invited to his abode, drinking, partying and relaxing for a whole week after Summer XXXTreme IV, enjoying the first week of August in typical cockney party fashion. Ben holds a bag over his shoulder as he looks up at the steps.

"What a great week that was." He reminisces. "Friends and enemies just enjoying a vacation from it all. Took a week to clean up the house afterwards."

"Like you cleaned it yourself." Evie says dryly, causing Ben to turn his head to look at her, observing her hand wrapped tightly around the handle of an expensive looking pull along suitcase.

"I did actually." He says off the cuff "I don't do the whole servant, butler thing. Wasn't brought up that way. Me nan was forever telling me to clean up me room, and that it's easier to do it yaself, and it stuck."

A man walks past them from behind, in his fifties, dark hair around the side of his head only, but his skin nicely tanned by the Cuban sun.

"Hola senor Ben, Como estás?" He asks cheerily, catching Ben's attention.

Ben turns his head to look at the man, a smile on his face meeting the older man's own smile.

"Estoy bien, Alberto. Cómo está usted y la familia?" Ben replies slowly, causing Evie to look towards Ben with surprise on her face.

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish." She says with a touch of impressed in her tone.

"To be fair." Ben starts "I'm nowhere near fluent, and learned a lot of it from watching Narcos, so I have mostly drug references and a ton of swear words."

Evie rolls her eyes towards Ben as he looks back to the man he just called Alberto.

"Muy bien, gracias. Es esta tu novia?" Alberto responds to Ben, but Evie turns her head around to look at the man.

"No, trabajo con Ben, pero no lo echaría de la cama si tuviera la oportunidad" Evie responds, her tone almost perfect and unrecognisable from her usual Australian accent.

Ben looks confused as Alberto laughs.

"Number one, what did you just say?" Ben says through his confused tone "Number two, since when could you speak Spanish?"

Evie turns her head to smile at Ben, licking her lips.

"One" She starts, her tone returning to the familiar Australian accent "Doesn't matter, what I said. Two, there's a lot of things you don't know about me Benny boy. Probably helps that I'm part Spanish though."

"Well I'll be a monkeys uncle." Ben says as he shakes his head slowly. "That'll explain it."

"Tenga un buen día." Alberto says with a nod of his head.

"Gracias amigo" Ben responds as Alberto walks away from the two.

Ben points his hand up the steps towards the front door of the house, looking at Evie and nodding.

"Shall we?" He asks.

Evie nods her head and grips hold of the expensive looking suitcase, but Ben moves his hands towards it.

"Let me take that for you." He says with a smile.

"Ever the gentlemen." Evie comments as she releases her hand from the handle.

Ben smiles and pushes the handle down, grabbing the strap on top of the case and lifting it up. He nods towards the steps and Evie starts to walk up in front of him. He follows behind her, lifting the bag in the air high enough to clear the steps and walks up them. Evie gets to the door first and stops as Ben, just one step behind moves next to her and places her bag down, before pulling his own from his shoulder and swinging it around to the his right hand side and placing it down. He reaches in to his jeans pocket and pulls out a key, sliding it in to the lock of the house and swinging it around. After pulling that key out, he inserts another in to a higher lock and with a quick twist, he pushes the door open. He nods his head to indicate to Evie to walk in the house and she does. Ben quickly reaches down and picks up the bags before following her inside. He places the bags down and lifts his leg, shutting the door behind him with the sole of his shoe.

"Righty" Ben says to grab Evie's attention, causing here to spin around and look at him "Treat this gaff as ya own. Living room is straight through there, kitchen to the side. Pool out the back, bar in the living room. Lemme show ya where ya room is."

Ben picks up Evie's suitcase and walks past her, the young woman following him as he moves to a staircase on the right and walks around the corner and up the steps to the top level of the house.

"Which one is your room?" Evie asks.

Ben points to the nearest door to them.

"That one." He replies.

Evie makes her way towards the door Ben points to.

"I'll just stay in there" She says casually.

"Nah, ya won't." Ben says firmly "That one is off limits to you."

"Why?" Evie asks "You got a sex dungeon in there or something?"

"Yeah" Ben smirks, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Evie calmly shrugs as she looks at him.

"Always the quiet ones" She says nonchalantly.

Ben walks down the hall, just two doors down from his own room and opens the door, walking in and placing Evie's suitcase just inside the door.

"You'll be staying in here love." Ben says as Evie walks in to the room.

Her eyes look around the room at the crisp white linen on the bed, a white curtain above the headboard, giving the good sized room a look of luxury. Artwork sits on the wall as well as a vanity mirror to one end of the room with a huge desk like object in front of it, with a red velvet stool. Through the windows, a view of the sea can be seen. Ben points towards a door at the side of the room.

"Bath and shower in there." He says before jetting his thumb towards the window "And a balcony out that side, overlooking the pool and sea."

Evie turns her head and moves towards the window, looking out at the view that's outside, slightly taken back by what she sees.

"It's beautiful" she mutters under her breath.

"It is." Ben comments "That's why I don't mind the travel home. Few hours on a plane and I get to see this. Most Monday's till Saturday's, I get to be here. It's not a bad old life. Anyways..."

Evie turns to look at Ben as he stands near the doorway of the room.

"I'll leave you to get sorted out" He says "Ya know, we're here for the week, so ya know, unpack, freshen up or whatever. When ya done, I'll be at the bar in the living room."

"Sounds good to me." Evie replies "I won't be long."

"I'll meet ya downstairs" Ben says firmly to Evie.

Evie responds with a nod and Ben turns to leave the room, as his phone starts to shake in his pocket. He shuts the door behind him, leaving Evie in the room and looks at the name on the phone, showing the name Mark Ward. Ben quickly answers the phone with a quick tap of the button on the front.

"Mark, how are ya?" Ben asks before waiting for a response "Yeah, I'm not too bad actually. What can I do for you?"

Ben walks down the hallway to the top of the stairs, continuing to speak.

"I'm in Cuba with Evie at the moment." He replies "Nah, not like that, but being put in a match with a partner I don't know, need to get to know 'em a little bit."

Ben starts to walk down the steps, listening to Hot Stuff talk on the phone.

"Sure, if you wanna come out to Cuba and we'll sit and talk." Ben says with a calm shrug. "You sure you wanna come all the way out here?"

Ben reaches the bottom of the steps and through the door of the living room and towards the bar.

"Alright, brilliant." Ben says "I'll see you on Wednesday. Let me know what time you get in and I'll send a car to the airport. Yeah, laters boss."

Ben hits a button on the front, sliding the phone back in to his pocket and looks at the camera.

"Popular fella this week." He says with a wink.

Ben moves behind the bar as the camera fades out.

*******

Well yesterday was a lovely Tuesday, wasn't it? Oh wait, you never saw what was recorded on Tuesday? I suggest you go watch Evie Baang's promo then and you just might. With Tuesday gone, we roll towards Wednesday as the scene opens with a shot of the crystal clear swimming pool in the back of the home of Ben Jordan. From a distance, two men can be seen sitting at a table. The camera zooms in across the pool to see those two men as Ben Jordan and Mark Ward. Ben, dressed in khaki shorts and a white buttoned up shirt, with short sleeves, sits opposite the owner of SCW, dressed in loose fitting black pants and a light blue, muscle hugging tank top, very casually dressed for a business meeting. Hot Stuff and Ben have beer bottles on the table as the camera picks up on the conversation.

"I can see why you moved here." Hot Stuff comments, his eyes looking around the pool area "It seems peace."

"It is boss." Ben says with a casual shrug "It's a good place to unwind after work, to think a little bit. I know you got everyone running off to the noise of Cali or Vegas, even New York or Chicago, but I've done the big city thing. Around here, I'm more known as the Londoner, rather than the wrestler."

Hot Stuff wraps his hand around his beer.

"I get that." Hot Stuff says softly "Wrestlers love the attention, that's why they become wrestlers, but then get pissy at it, or always having to be on."

Ben waves his right hand around the pool area.

"Here in Cuba, I'm just me." Ben informs his boss. "I have a little wander around and if people want a pic, they can have one, but it doesn't happen as much over here as it does in America or England."

Ben wraps his hand around his beer, running his thumb down the cold bottle.

"So where's your friend?" Hot Stuff asks, air quoting the word friend, and causing Ben to frown.

"She is just my friend." Ben says firmly "You asked me to babysit her, then Christian told me I'm teaming with her, so this is team building, without the extra stuff. Relationships ain't for me anymore, but she's in her room at the moment."

Hot Stuff smirks towards Ben, strangely believing him.

"Right, let's get down to business, shall we?" Hot Stuff says in an authority tone.

"Let's..." Ben replies, picking up his beer and putting the bottle towards his lips.

"Like I said to you before." Hot Stuff starts "I've had to clean up Christian's messes since I've been back. He's let people slip through the cracks and just walk out of here, instead of putting business first. He let Keira Fisher walk out midway through her contract, instead of saying work as intended or speak to my legal team. I was no great fan of Keira until recently, I liked annoying her though, but you don't let someone who raised a division just walk away, and that is why I'm not repeating Christian's mistake and letting you or Jamie walk away without at least sitting down with you. He let Team Hero piss off, I ain't letting Team BJ do the same."

"Wasn't Roxi's contract up?" Ben asks. "She was around for years without a break."

Hot Stuff nods his head slowly.

"Yes." Hot Stuff confirms. "But that doesn't mean you can't sit down with someone and offer terms that suit them, like lesser shows, more home time, less promo work while at home. You know how it works. We call you here and say we set up an autograph signing thing in Cuba, you go to it. It's the same anywhere. We could have cut those down for her, but Christian didn't even bother to try that, just waved them off. I'm changing all that."

"How so?" Ben asks.

"He made the wrong signings." Hot Stuff says with a casual shrug "I'm making the right signings. Our roster is about to get stronger in places because I've had to go out and do the leg work. I've been on the phone to people trying to work deals out. This week alone, I've been in two countries, three states and it's only Wednesday. Tomorrow I'm in California to try and talk to Jamie Dean, Friday Vegas to talk to Odette Stevens, although I don't know what that shit's about, probably negotiating another one of her students in to SCW like she did with your friend here. Either way, I'm working to make SCW a better and stronger place and it's why I'm here. Losing both you and Jamie, fuck, even one of you, would weaken the company."

"I appreciate the fact you came all this way to talk to me." Ben says with his head lowered and tapping his bottle with his finger. "I really do but right now, things are slightly awkward"

Hot Stuff smirks.

"Because of Christian?" Hot Stuff asks.

"He has made it more than a little weird." Ben starts "Don't get me wrong, I can't knock him completely because he probably saved my arse from being a fat bloke. When Emz packed her bags and fucked off, I had a bit of a downward spiral. I rarely left the house, the place was full of takeaway boxes and alcohol bottles. I didn't even leave the house to buy alcohol. I had a delivery place charge me a score to just deliver it."

Hot Stuff tilts his head to look at Ben.

"Twenty quid to deliver booze?" Hot Stuff says with a raised eyebrow "You seriously never went out?"

Ben nods his head.

"Yeah, a score to deliver, no matter how much you bought, so I bought in bulk and drank in bulk." Ben says "When she left, it was sudden. Truthfully, I never left the house, nor could I stop thinking about her, every single day. I crashed mate, I left the bedroom to answer the door and that was it. Then Christian called me, saw the state I was in and pulled me back from the brink. He put a deal on the table for if I got back in shape again, and it motivated me. Kicked me up the arse, so I can't slate him completely, but Sunday threw me."

Hot Stuff picks up here beer, wrapping his fingers firmly around the bottle and lifting it up to his mouth, taking a gulp. He lowers the bottle back to the table and looks at Ben.

"He's changed, I get that. He's shown the world that he is a complete dick and messing with people seems like his new hobby." Hot Stuff admits "But messing with you is just what it is. Do you think that dickhead has never dumped anyone by text?"

Ben shrugs as he looks at Hot Stuff.

"He's dumped more by text than anything else." Hot Stuff says firmly "Do you think Jamie has never gave someone the elbow by text?"

"He probably has, but that's not what it was like." Ben explains defensively "Jamie knew both our contracts were up. It's not like we haven't spoke about it, it's not like we haven't spoke about the future of the team. Jamie himself told me he was considering time off to deal with the charity club we have being set up. He never confirmed to me he was done, and I never to him. Me seeing his tweet about his contract coming up and one last match had the same damn effect on me, yet he can sulk about it and I look like a bastard?"

Hot Stuff puts his hand up, stopping Ben before he can say anything.

"Knock that shit on the head, would ya?" Hot Stuff demands "This is what Christian wants you to do. He wants to get a kick out of two friends kicking the shit out of each other for his entertainment. Here's the thing Ben, he made the match, I can't change it, you two can either approach it pissy or go out there and give the fans a great match. I'll be telling Jamie the same thing tomorrow, but my concern is what's gonna happen after the match."

Ben leans back in his chair, looking across the table at his current boss.

"I'm not gonna go beat him with a chair in revenge if he wins, and I doubt he'd do the same." Ben says thoughtfully.

Hot Stuff rolls his eyes at Ben as he looks in his direction.

"I didn't mean that." Hot Stuff responds "I mean long term. Thing is, you and Jamie make a great team, the competition is high with Jet City shocking the world and taking the Tag Team Championships, The Unholy Alliance focusing on that division, which is a waste to me, but is what it is, you have former champs, The Elders in the mix. The Monstimals returning this past show, The Surf Boys still knocking around, Dying Breed still to return and the possibility of a new team appearing soon, that division is more than a challenge. Having you and Jamie in there would take it up a level."

"The way things are right now, I doubt Jamie has any interest in that." Ben sighs.

"And if he doesn't, I could have two people ripping up the singles divisions." Hot Stuff says optimistically.

A looks of doubt covers Ben's face.

"Meaning?" Ben asks.

"Meaning I have two legit, fan backed faces to add some top level good guy legitimate contenders" Hot Stuff explains "There is one male face not in a tag team in SCW out of the entire roster and that is Despayre. Everyone else is a heel or a neutral guy. You and Jamie could work on a single level, any level from top to bottom. Despayre gives us the face thing in the Internet level picture, but Steve Ramone, and J2H have no proper face contenders."

Ben holds his hands up towards Hot Stuff.

"I ain't overly interested in titles." Ben says "But I can see Jamie Vs J2H as a decent match, same as Jamie Vs Steve Ramone."

"I see Ben Vs J2H or Steve Ramone as good matches." Hot Stuff says calmly "Either way, new deals for you two could mean we get to build a couple of good guy stars and start to beef out the top ends of divisions. Either way, I got an offer for you."

Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and sliding it in front of Ben. Ben picks it up and takes a look at it.

"I figure we can talk about contract length and bonuses at another point" The boss starts "but this is basic monthly pay to keep you here and not moving on elsewhere. Couple of matches a cycle, supercard if possible, plus we'll get you in an angle as soon as possible."

Ben continues to look at the paper, then lifts his head to look at Hot Stuff.

"Hypothetically speaking." Ben starts "If I was to agree terms to this. I don't need this kinda money. I have money, I got in to wrestling for the love of it, not to make me richer than I was. I am one of the rare few that ain't in this game for the titles. If I was to take that offer, I'd want seventy five percent of that to go towards three charities. Twenty five percent of it to the Emma Rose Foundation that I set up for children in England and New Zealand. Twenty five percent of it to go to Jamie's charity for gay homeless teens and twenty five percent of it to be split to local charities for whatever towns I wrestle in that month."

Hot Stuff leans back in his chair, looking confused at Ben's comments.

"Are you serious?" He asks.

Ben smile at Hot Stuff, enjoying the look on Hot Stuff's face.

"Absolutely." Ben replies. "A quarter of that money offered will be alright. Decent bonuses and I'll be alright. All hypothetical of course."

Hot Stuff nods his head as he reaches for his beer.

"Of course." Hot Stuff says "But my guess is you wasn't expecting an offer like that off the bat."

Ben shakes his head, unable to lie to Hot Stuff.

"Not at all." He responds "It's a very good offer."

"Jamie will be getting one like that too." Hot Stuff tells him "It's an investment in to SCW's future. Tying down a pair of guys the fans want to see do well, is a big deal to me. It's what we lack and you two are people we can build with."

"I'll certainly think about it." Ben says with sincerity.

"I hope you will." Hot Stuff responds.

Evie Baang walks past the duo, wearing a tight white bikini, not leaving much to the imagination. She nods at the two as she makes her way to the pool, sitting down at a sun lounger. Hot Stuff looks at Ben and shakes his head.

"Can't believe you're not hitting that." Hot Stuff says with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Like I said, relationships are not for me." He replies

"Whoever Mi Mundo is, is a lucky fucker." Hot Stuff says with a snort. "Anyway, back to business..."

Hot Stuff turns his face towards Ben as the camera fades out.

*******

Thursday was great too, wasn't it? I think you know where I'm gonna tell you to go to see Thursday's adventures!

Friday evening is where we rejoin this one as Ben Jordan sits outside his home in Cuba, the sun gently going down for the night. He sits outside in a swinging sofa chair, suspended from his house. In his hand is a book, his eyes intently reading the words of what looks to be a novel, as a nearby light brightens up the page. Silence fills the air around him, just the soft chirping of birds can be heard somewhere nearby. The silence is shattered as footsteps walk across stone ground, getting louder as they approach him. Ben looks up to see Evie wearing a black evening dress and heel, her hair neatly tied up on her head, and make up impeccably done to perfection. She sits on the swinging sofa next to him, causing him to look across at her.

"You look nice." Ben remarks "Off out somewhere?"

"I've heard so  much about Havana nights on a Friday night." Evie starts "They're meant to be some of the best nights you could have, so thought we could go out and see."

Ben lowers his book, looking across at her.

"To be fair Eves." He starts "I thought about a quiet night tonight. I've done the late nights and the party scene. Was just hoping to sit around and just read or something."

Evie cranks her neck back, looking at Ben with a smile on her face.

"I know you're joking." She says with a cheery laugh "You're the ultimate party boy. There's no way you're staying in on a Friday night."

Ben nervously scratches the side of his head as he looks away from her.

"Actually..." He trails off "When I'm over here, I don't party every Friday night. I tend to sit around, read a book, watch the sun go down, watch TV in Spanish"

Evie looks at Ben, unsure if she should believe the man known through his career for being a party animal.

"Stop being so boring." She tells him "It's a nice night and we have to fly back tomorrow and we will probably never be here again unless you throw another wild party."

Ben sighs, putting the book down in between them and looking at Evie's pleading eyes.

"I don't wanna be all dressed up with nowhere to go." Evie tells Ben "Besides, a gentlemen would never let a lady go out on her own."

Ben can't help but smile towards Evie, the Australian's eyes very much focused on the Englishman. Ben turns his attention to himself, looking himself up and down.

"Feel a bit underdressed with you like that and me wearing a pair of shorts." He tells her "Gonna take me about half hour or so to get ready."

A wide smile crosses Evie's face as she looks at Ben and gives him a quick nod.

"Go." She orders "I wanna go do something authentic."

Ben stands up, looking at Evie below him.

"I think I know the place..." He tells her.

Time jump forty minutes later. A bright sign with the work "Paco's" is seen lit up and thumping Cuban music can be heard from inside the establishment. The camera moves down to see Evie Baang standing next to Ben Jordan, who is now wearing a black suit, with a white shirt, buttoned at the top. Evie turns her head looking towards Ben, a cocked eyebrow at his choice of destination.

"What?" He says innocently "You wanted authentic, and it don't come more authentic than this place."

The Cuban music continues to blast out of the building as Ben pastes a cheesy smile on his face while Evie rolls her eyes.

"Sooooo let's get Cuban." He says pointing in to the building.

Evie grabs a hold of Ben's arm, causing him to look down at the shorter woman. He shrugs as he walks in to the building with Evie, the music getting louder as soon as they enter the room to the semi busy bar. Ben walks Evie down the side of the dance floor, where couples dance away. Moving towards a standing table, the two wait as a waitress walks towards them. Ben puts his hand up, holding up two fingers and the waitress nods and walks away.

"You come here a lot?" Evie asks over the loud music.

Ben shakes his head as he looks at her.

"Nah, not very." He says trying to yell over the music. "But you wanted real deal Cuban. This is real deal Cuban, music, dancing and..."

Ben trails off as the waitress quickly returns and places two clear drinks on the table in front of them in tall glasses, with mint leaves in the bottom of the glass. Ben quickly pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to the waitress, who smiles and walks away.

"And drinks..." Ben finishes.

"That was quick." Evie says, her eyes suspiciously tracking the waitress as she walks away.

Evie turns back to the drink on the table and looks at the clear liquid.

"It would be." Ben replies. "They got that stuff all made up and ready to go. In this bar, you wave your fingers and you get one of these. For anything else, you have to ask. Shocked the daylights outta me when I first came in here"

Evie lifts the glass, looking at the mint leaves in the bottom of the glass.

"I don't drink things with half a tree in the bottom." She tells Ben, causing a wide smile to cross his face.

"It's not a tree." Ben tells her. "It's mint leaves. That's a mojito, it's all very Cuban. Try it."

Evie wearily raises the glass to her lips, smelling the liquid before taking a sip. She looks at Ben with approval as he raises his glass, not hesitating to take a gulp through the provided straw. He places the glass down on the table as a new song starts to play.

"We should dance." Evie tells Ben as the salsa music kicks in.

Ben shakes his head as he looks at her, putting his hands up in a defensive stands.

"You're having a bubble, ain't ya?" Ben says exhaling "I can't dance. I got two left feet and one of them is on the blink."

"It's easy." Evie says without a battering of an eyelid "I can teach you how to salsa."

"I can't even do the okey cokey without putting the wrong leg in." Ben says with a smile "Even my conga game ain't anywhere near point."

Evie steps two steps back from Ben before stepping her right foot forward, shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music. She pulls her leg back, her hips constantly rotating, before repeating the movement. Ben raises both eyebrow as Evie repeats the move with her left leg, pulling it back and repeating. She steps forward in a walking motion and back again twice, her hips still in the same rhythm.

"What is happening here?" Ben mutters to himself "What is life?"

She steps back three steps, rolling her right shoulder back and her left shoulder forward, before switching shoulders in a rotation. She moves forward three steps, repeating the shoulder movements before spinning her back towards Ben and grabbing his hands, and placing them on her rotating hips. She takes her hand, grabbing Ben's right wrist and moving it toward her left hand. Instinctively Ben grips her left hand and Evie spins around, making it look like the hapless looking Ben has spun her around. She grabs Ben's other wrist and moves his arms around as she Cuban steps on the spot. Ben pulls his arms away, putting his hands in the air.

"Nah, nah, nah." He says with a shake of his head. "Can't do it, I'm like a puppet on a string. I look like a complete lemon."

Evie stops and smiles as she walks towards the table, picking up her drink and sipping it though the straw. She pulls the glass away from her face and looks at Ben.

"For a second there, you was dancing to Salsa music." She informs him with a laugh.

"And what a sight I was." He says with a joking tone. "I dunno if I'm more shocked that you can dance salsa, or the fact you can dance in those heels."

"Like I said a few days ago..." Evie starts "There's a lot of things about me you don't know."

"I'm learning that by the minute." Ben responds.

"Hey..." Evie starts, her Australian voice raising above the music. "Think we can go do something else? Something more Aussie?"

"Like drink Fosters and start a BBQ in the middle of the street." Ben says with a laugh.

A look of disgust crosses Evie's face.

"First off, no self respecting Aussie would ever drink that stuff." She says firmly "Secondly, I mean just go somewhere with normal music, and a place I can get a real drink without bits of plant in it."

Ben nods at Evie and smiles.

"Yeah, I think we can do that..." Ben replies.

Wanna know where this night takes Ben and Evie.... You know what to go and watch now.... This linking promos things is kinda fun, don't you think?

*******

So Friday night has come to an end, well almost as Ben and Evie stroll along the sea front of the lively Havana. Street venders selling food can be seen as they stroll on, with crowds lining up to get late night fresh seafood, and other products to soak up the effects of cocktails. Ben looks over at the sea.

"Hasn't been a bad night." He comments as he turns his head back to Evie.

"It has not." She agrees.

"Although we might have to do some work right about now." He tells her as he points down the camera.

"Promo work now?" Evie says with a shake of her head. "Ah come on!"

Evie puts her hands out towards Ben, but Ben clicks his fingers and Evie, as well as the street behind him freezes in place, the noise of the night suddenly stopping. Ben turns to face the camera.

"Alright people." Ben says with a smile

He glances at Evie, still frozen in place.

"She's gonna be steaming with I unfreeze this stuff, but I'm gonna get this done." Ben starts "This is a bloody horrible situation to be in. What could be my last match in an SCW ring for a while, and I have to go up against two of my bloody friends. It's more than annoying. I admit, I never thought I'd be in a ring with Amy Marshall. A wrestler I respect no end for the simple fact that she's gone and won everything there is to win around this place and still strives for more. That's something you have to respect. This is a woman who's never lost her hunger for what we do and it's a woman who wants more and more to add to her already impressive achievement list. That's something we all wanna do."

Ben looks seriously down the camera.

"I'm sorry you're in this position Amy." Ben says sincerely "I know you never asked to be in this match and Christian has put ya in a dodgy place to be in it. I'm sorry you're in a place to go against Evie, because we've all seen what she can do and lately, she's had a bee in her bonnet for whatever reason. She's pent up anger, so I'm sorry that you're gonna have to face that and be dragged in to this situation which shouldn't have happened. This whole match shouldn't be happening and we all know it. I know we're all in this to win Amy and Evie is determined to do just that. I honestly wish I didn't have to be standing here talking about you. Hopefully we'll still be mates after this match."

Ben looks down the camera with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"Now I gotta talk about a guy I held titles with for six months." Ben says slowly "A guy I've travelled with, a guy who's home I've been invited to, a guy who introduced me to his best friends, hell, a guy who is my business partner. My friend, Jamie Dean."

"Bloody hell, it's a promo, not a eulogy." Evie's voice is heard saying.

Ben turns around as Evie places her hands on her hips and looks at Ben.

"I thought you was frozen." Ben says curiously.

"Nah mate." Evie responds "I was doing the mannequin challenge. How'd I do?"

Ben pushes out his lower lip and nods with an impressed look.

"Shockingly well." Ben starts "Had me well and truly fooled."

Evie looks proud of her efforts.

"Mind if I carry on with this?" Ben asks Evie.

"Crack on." Evie tells Ben.

Ben looks back towards the camera.

"I don't even know where things went wrong Jamie." Ben starts "Maybe it was when we somehow lost to Dmitri and James Tuscini and I still can't work out how. Maybe it's when I didn't lose once, but twice to The Elders in the same match. Maybe that's where it all went wrong for us. Maybe it showed that I really was the weak link in the team and you and others lost respect for me and I lost confidence in me."

"Bullshit." Evie interrupts.

Ben turns around and puts his finger to his lips and Evie puts her hands in the air. Ben turns back to the camera.

"Truth is I did lose confidence in myself Jamie." Ben admits "I saw that the reason we was losing matches was me. Hell, look at my reaction. I had to go and knock out Eyesnsane, just to prove to myself I still had it. Maybe that's what opened your eyes to the fact that I was losing my way in this team. Maybe others saw it and changed their mind about us being booked as a team again. I held you back so if this team is said and done Jamie, I want you to fly, go on and show the world that you can be the number one guy in this place, but let's get this straight."

Ben waves a finger at the camera.

"Christian Underwood, well this new Christian Underwood, is trying to mess with your head." Ben says with a serious tone. "Deep down you know it, and I get you was pissed at hearing what he had to say, pissed at me, but you knew I had a foot out of the door, you knew from when we lost the titles we either had to sign a deal and reinvent ourselves, or move on. There's contract offers on the table and you can sign and move on, but while you're sitting there pissed at me, look back at Climax Control, look back at it now you're not in la la land."

Ben breathes deeply.

"Who was there in the ring to stop that maniac Shipman from doing more damage?" Ben asks "I was. I was out there stopping my friend from getting hurt, regardless of the fact YOU walked away from me before the match started. I was still there for you. This pisses me off Jamie, you pissed me off."

"I like where this is going." Evie mutters, drawing a look from Ben.

Evie runs her fingers across her lips in the universal unspoken term "zip it". Ben turns back to the camera and continues to speak.

"That pissed me off Jamie, and yet here I go, running down to the ring to stop a crazy geezer from smearing the ring with you." He says seriously "So while you're sitting at home all bitter and twisted, remember, I helped you out, even when I could have sat backstage and thought screw him, maybe this will help him see that me not having his back will cost him. I put myself in harms way for you."

Ben pauses for a second.

"Still pissed at me?" Ben asks

He puts his hands out in front of him as if he's waiting for an answer.

"I've made mistakes in the past Jamie, I cost us the tag belts. I announced on Twitter than it seemed like my time was coming to an end, but I never stopped once having your back." He says through gritted teeth. "So if you're mad at me, be mad, bring it to the ring and take it out on me. Yell, bitch, throw punches, throw ever move you've got at me if that's what you think my price is for making those mistakes in the past that cost you tag titles, but I'm gonna make one thing very clear to you so there is no mistake."

Ben holds a finger up towards the camera.

"Whatever you throw at me." He starts "Whatever you bring, whatever you want to lay at my feet for the past and the present, hell for the future too, I'm making it clear that I will still be standing. I will still stand up to everything, because I am not the type to roll over and die. I will never be the type to just give up, lay down and be walked all over. You got the sympathy of the fans, your peers because of what Christian said, and for what Shipman did, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna just lay down just to cheer you up. This is a match Jamie, a match that is shocking the wrestling world. Do you know how many messages I've had telling me that this is bloody unbelievable? Countless mate, let me tell ya because it is unbelievable to me but it is gonna happen. I'm a wrestler at the end of the day and I will get in that ring and do my job. I will get in that ring and do what good wrestlers try to do and that's win matches. It may be my last, it may not be my last, but that has zero baring on how I go about things. It doesn't matter if it was my first match or my last, I still wanna win it, and I hope you are feeling the exact same."

Ben pauses for a calming breath.

"I'd be seriously disappointed if you didn't come here wanting the same thing." He says slowly "Seriously disappointed if you didn't come here to win. I respect you as a wrestler Jamie, I respect you as a wrestler, but in the ring, you know as well as I do that I don't hold back and I go for the win, I go and push myself at everything I do and although you're my opponent and not someone else, I'm still gonna be the same old Ben pushing myself to win. I may not like the match but you know me mate, I do love that winning feeling and come Sunday, I want to have that winning feeling."

Ben waves his finger at the camera.

"It's not cause I'm selfish Jamie, you know that." Ben starts "Because when you look back at my history, I started in a team with Simon Jones because I wanted Jonesy to win the tag belts, I wanted him to fill in that blank space on his impressive CV, and he did. I was driven to help a friend. When I won them with you Jamie, I wanted to push myself so that you could win a title in SCW. Not that you couldn't do it on your own, but because I knew we would be unstoppable and we was, I wanted to give you that winning feeling and now, I wanna give Evie that winning feeling too in her first EVER tag match."

Ben looks towards Evie then back down the camera.

"When it comes to teams Jamie, I always take the secondary role on purpose." Ben tells him down the camera "Some people get joy from others putting a smile on their mush, but I get mine from putting a smile on someone else's, and that's what I'm gonna do Jamie. I helped Jonesy smile by getting that gold he never got, I helped you by helping get that SCW gold, so you had that champion feeling and I'm gonna get Evie smiling for winning her first ever tag team match."

He points his thumb towards Evie.

"So that's what it is Jamie." Ben starts "If I have to beat you to help my team win, I will put my heart and soul in to doing just that. I will bea..."

Ben looks towards the ground, taking a deep breath and composing himself.

"I will bea..." He repeats, clearly struggling to get the words to pass his lips. "It's hard to say Jamie cause I honestly never thought I would have to say these words in my life but I will beat you on Sunday at Climax Control."

Ben swallows hard, the words getting stuck in his throat as he inhales deeply. He looks towards Evie and shakes his head.

"I can't do this." He tells her "I can't continue talking about Jamie. This is enough for me."

"Luckily, I can." Evie responds.

"You can?" Ben asks with a raised eyebrow.

Evie lowers her head, looking towards Ben with a smile.

"Watch me..."

Uh oh... The acid tongue of Evie Baang is getting ready to unleash. You'll find that over in Evie's promo. You know it's gonna be good, so if I was you, I'd head over to there if you haven't already. Till next time... or maybe not... I'm Ben Jordan and you've been blinding! Laters people!

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Climax Control Archives / Punch up in a car park? Sod it, why not?
« on: November 04, 2016, 08:42:26 PM »
 23rd October 2016 - After Climax Control went off the air.

"Seriously can not believe this shit!" The unusually angry tone of Ben Jordan is heard saying out loud to no one in particular.

The camera fades in to the medical room in Coussoulis Arena in San Bernardino, California. Where Ben Jordan lays on a bed, a member of the SCW medical team looking at his bootless ankle, an instant swelling forming on his right foot, the same area where earlier tonight, a chair was brutally slammed against it, as well as being twisted in that very same match. A dark bruise runs along the side of the Englishman's foot as Jamie Dean stands watching.

"I can't believe Jon Dough would pull this shit for a the sake of a belt." Jamie yells out "And when the hell do titles change hands after there's been a DQ in the match? This doesn't happen."

Ben winces in pain as the doctor presses down on a tender spot on his ankle. He looks up at Jamie shaking his head.

"Look mate, I don't have the answers to this." Ben replies "But I do know I let ya down proper out there. No one takes two straight falls in a match, no one at all but for some bloody reason, I did. I was off me game and it cost us."

Jamie turns back to Ben, shaking his head.

"Don't be stupid." He tells Ben, his anger in his voice not yet subsiding. "You got blasted with a chair early on in the match. They targeted you from start to finish in this match."

Ben nods slightly as he looks towards Jamie.

"Maybe son, but at the end of the day, I shoulda been better" Ben replies with the hint of disappointment in his voice. "We've seen the change in attitude and shit from them, especially Jon. We shoulda seen this wasn't head games they were playing but we took them for what they were."

"And how was you to know Jon would get dirty, using a chair, hmm?" Jamie asks matter-of-factly

The cockney shrugs as he lays on the table.

"That's one of your downfalls, Ben." Jamie informs him "You're always trying to see the good in people, and not see them for the assholes they become."

Ben sighs as he looks up at Jamie, casually rolling his shoulders backwards, pain shooting through his body as the doctor presses down on a sore spot.

"I just don't buy that people are bad." He admits "I'm more of a guy that doesn't believe that people are bad, they just have stupid moments. We've all been there, I have more than once. I just don't believe that someone changes his mask and instantly becomes a dick over night. None of that stuff makes sense to me. None of it."

"Well he picked up a chair and drove it in to you for no reason." Jamie reminds Ben "So now do you believe he's turned in to a dick?"

Ben looks at Jamie, not saying a word as he smiles at his tag team partner.

"You still don't believe it, do you?" Jamie asks with a surprised tone in his voice.

"I dunno JD" Ben replies. "At this point of the night, I dunno what to believe about anything. Just trying to take this whole bloody night in. I'll figure it all out in a day or two, don't you worry about that pal."

Ben looks towards the doctor who moves towards his upper body, looking down at the Englishman.

"So what's the damage, Doc?" Ben asks "Do we have to chop off the foot, or do I just need a little bit of ice and feet up in the hammock for a few days?"

The doctor looks down at a smiling Ben, the wrestler trying not to be down about any potential injury.

"Well Ben, the swelling is a little too much to really give an accurate diagnosis" He starts "I think even a hospital would probably struggle to get a clearer picture of what's going on. It looks like you have very deep bruising though, which would mean a lot of rest is needed."

"So hospital for you in the morning." Jamie tells Ben as the doctor moves across the room and lifting up a pair of crutches.

The doctor adjusts the crutches to Ben's height and hands them to Ben as he swings his body around, sitting on the bed. He looks towards Jamie.

"I don't wanna go to any hospital or anything." Ben tells Jamie "You've known me long enough to know I hate going to those places. Full of sick people."

Ben's joke fails to get a smile from Jamie, who just looks at him with a stern look on his face.

"Not even a giggle?" He asks Jamie.

"Not even a smile." Jamie responds to Ben.

Ben sighs as the doctor hands him the crutches and Ben stands up on his good foot, looking around the room.

"I would highly recommend being at a hospital tomorrow, Mr Jordan." the doctor tells him "It would help us show if there's any long term damage there."

Ben sighs as he looks towards Jamie, sorting out the crutches and standing up on them.

"Hate these bloody things." He mumbles to himself "Always think I'm gonna fall flat on me mush with them and that is not what I fancy doing."

He walks around the bed, uncomfortably on crutches and looks at Jamie.

"I better get back to the dressing room." He tells Jamie. "Don't wanna be walking around in me wrestling gear all night."

Jamie nods in agreement as Ben looks back at the doctor.

"Cheers doc." Ben says with a cheery smile.

He turns to walk as Jamie moves to open the door. Ben's demeanour quickly changes from cheery to angry as he limps through the door and in to the hallway, but another quick change of face from Ben as he sees Sam Marlowe waiting outside the room.

"So what did the doctor say Ben?" She asks with concern in her voice.

"That I'm knackered and like a race horse, they need to put me down." He jokingly replies to her.

Sam rolls her eyes at the cockney.

"Prat." She replies, trying to hide a smile.

"They said I might need to have my foot cut off." He starts. "Just so I can shove it up the Elders arses and not get crap on my leg."

Sam turns to Jamie, looking at him in the eye.

"I'm gonna ask you because I can't take this prat seriously." She says to Jamie "What did the doctors say about his injury."

"That he needs to go to the hospital tomorrow." Jamie tells Sam.

Sam casts a glance towards Ben.

"But let me guess." She starts "He said he won't go."

Ben nods and grins widely, looking at Sam through bright eyes.

"Correct." He replies "If I had a cookie, I woulda gave it to you for getting the correct answer, but I don't so no cookie for you."

Sam pokes her tongue out at Ben, but Evie Baang enters the scene, looking Ben up and down at him while he stands supported by crutches.

"So does this mean I have to be your babysitter now?" She asks, her Australian accent filling up the air.

Ben shakes his head at her.

"Nah." He starts "I'm alright. A little bit pissed off at things tonight but I'll be alright."

"After you go to the hospital tomorrow maybe." Jamie says.

"And my guess is he already said no." Evie replies.

"What is it with you three trying to get me to the doctors all the time?" He comments "You know I always say no."

Ben turns his head, looking down the camera with a wide smile and a shrug.

"No one's gonna get this reference." He comments with a wink.

He turns back to the group, looking around the three.

"I'm fine, it's probably nothing." He states "I'm just on these things just for shit and giggles."

The group move down the hall, Ben limping behind the group, causing Jamie to stop and look back at him struggling partner.

"Do you want ride on my back?" He asks.

"Different situation from the last time you asked me that, but the answer still remains the same." Ben replies "No, no, god no and naaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

Jamie rolls his eyes, but the groups attention switches to across the hallway to see the Members of the Elders across the hall, talking with Pussy Willow as she gets the first possible interview with SCW's new tag team champions.

"I'm gonna go ask why the hell he used a damn chair!" Jamie fumes.

Ben puts his hand out on Jamie's chest, stopping him from moving in the direction he wanted to go in to.

"Don't be a plonker all your life." Ben says to Jamie. "Just let it go. They were underhanded bastards but they won. They used a chair to take me out, they can't justify themselves as champions, because they never won as such. Let them have their moment in the sun. Every dog has it's day, they just had theirs tonight."

"Well." Evie says "Some dogs need putting down, so I could go do that now and they won't even see it coming."

Evie takes a step towards them but Ben puts his hand on her shoulder.

"Bloody hell." He says as he exhales "I'm running outta hands to stop you people from going over to them."

He sighs loudly.

"I'm more pissed here that I let Jamie down." Ben admits "I'm not pissed that they used an unfair advantage, I'm not pissed that they have our belts. Hell, let 'em keep 'em, I don't overly care about that at all. The fact I dropped not one bollock but two bollocks pisses me off. Well, fuck that, if I had a third nut, that woulda been dropped as well."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks innocently

"I saw the chair coming and I didn't get out of the way in time, setting this whole thing off. Bollock number one dropped." Ben firmly states "Then I got pinned, actually pinned in the ring and that rarely happens and that would be bollock number two dropped and imaginary third bollock dropped when I passed out to a bloody submission hold. Someone in the wrestling Gods had it out for me that night because three ball juggling and I dropped the bloody lot."

Jamie turns to face Ben, looking at him seriously.

"So you're taking this one all on your own?" Jamie says "It was a tag match Ben, it was a team effort, it was both of us in the ring, it was both of us in that match. You didn't lose this, we lost this as a team."

Ben grits his teeth as he looks at Jamie.

"You didn't get whacked with a chair, nor get pinned or pass out." Ben correctly states "I did all three. I let us down tonight. No one else did, I did. I let them get the better of me. Just the way it is Jamie."

Ben again grits his teeth as he looks around the group.

"Trust me, if I could do a dramatic storm off at this point, I really would." He says with a shrug "But that ain't happening with me dodgy plate, so could we get back to the dressing room so I can change and we can get the hell outta here?"

"Pub?" Evie says casually

"Pub." Ben responds as he looks at Jamie and Sam "You two put ya glad rags on too, gonna need some serious carrying home after this one."

Ben points downwards.

"Because the foot, obviously." He says with an innocent look.

Jamie rolls his eyes towards Ben.

"Obviously." He says sarcastically "Hey Ben, are you gonna be ok getting undressed and dressed again to go out? Cause if not I can give ya a hand."

Evie's head snaps towards Jamie, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"I was gonna offer the same thing." Evie states.

"It's not me hands that are messed up." Ben starts "It's me foot, so I think I should be alright with this one. Been getting meself dressed for a long time."

Ben moves next to Sam, limping off as Evie and Jamie walk behind, looking slightly disappointed.

*******

Later that night....

The bassy sounds of "Let's Get It Started" by The Black Eyed Peas can be heard pulsating through a bar set up. People dance out on a dance floor as flashing lights coming from a DJ stand cut through the dark. The camera moves around, focusing on a table of four consisting of Ben Jordan, Jamie Dean, Evie Baang and Sam Marlowe, the earlier mood seemingly abandoned most of the four. Only Ben sits at the table looking more down the rest of the group, the thoughts and events of earlier still troubling the Englishman as he wraps his hand around a bottle of beer, now dressed from his wrestling gear earlier, to his blue jeans and ACW T-shirt. He sits looking around the place, looking at the partygoers as he starts to peel the label from his bottle with his thumb nail.

"What's wrong with you?" Jamie asks "We're in a place full of women and alcohol and you haven't said or done anything."

Ben looks away, his eyes on people dancing?

"Ben?" Jamie says to get his attention.

Ben turns his head around, looking towards Jamie.

"Hmmm?" rattles from his lips as he looks towards Jamie.

"You're way too quiet." Jamie tells him.

"Yeah." Ben replies trailing off a little. "I'll shake it off, get over it and move on in a while."

"So now the titles are gone." Evie says while holding a beer bottle in her hand "What's next for you guys?"

Ben and Jamie look at each other, both unsure what to really say.

"I dunno" Ben eventually says "We knew we wasn't gonna be champs forever. We hoped to lose them with a clean thing, rather than a shady thing. Sort of pisses on the legacy we created there."

"Surely you have a rematch clause?" Sam adds.

"We do." Jamie responds "But it's not automatic, it's up to us to take it rather than just being given it."

"Will you?" Evie asks, her head moving between the two men.

Again Ben and Jamie share a look, neither of them one hundred percent sure of the right answer.

"I doubt it." Ben pipes up "It's been a fun ride but at this point, I dunno what my future holds. I've been told earlier that I can't retire after we lost them by the returning Mark Ward. I now get injured and the damage could keep me out. My contract is done and dusted at the end of the year anyway. Is it worth it to go and try win them back when I have little time here and dunno what to do after it?"

"Well yeah." Sam says "Because if you win them back, you'll stick around."

"And if I don't." He replies "I look like the worlds biggest tit for trying. This injury might run me contract down anyway."

"Unless it gets frozen." Jamie comments "Which means basically, it just freezes until you get clearance to return to SCW and it starts all over again."

Ben bites his lower lip, looking towards Jamie and scratching his head.

"Can that really happen?" Ben asks as he looks around the table.

Three firm nods come back in his direction.

"Yeah." Evie tells him "Especially with Mark Ward back. Seems like the kinda guy who would freeze a contract for years, just to make sure when ya was fit and ready, he could drag ya back to work before anyone else can sign ya."

Ben taps his chin, deep in thought, his eyes glassing over as the others look towards him, expecting a response, but nothing comes from him. He looks around the table at the others.

"Then I seriously don't have a scooby what the hell to do at this point." He says with a sigh. "Let's be honest, I ain't exactly lived up to the hype here that I had in ACW. I ain't really done bugger all on my own here, so maybe I'll just push through the pain till the contract ends and move to Cuba full time, raise some goats or something."

All three faces opposite Ben look at him curiously.

"Goats?" Jamie slowly says.

"Uh uh." Ben replies lifting his left shoulder up in a shrug. "You know, goats."

"I can see you as a lot of things." Sam starts "But a goatherd? I don't think so."

"Yeesh." Evie adds with a shake of her head "Thought you'd go for something a little more dangerous than goats."

Ben looks around at the others, picking up his beer with his left hand and taking a huge gulp.

"Yeah, goats people." He says calmly "Sit in the hills, grow a big thick beard and herd goats."

Ben is met by three shaking heads as he looks around, but a smile crosses the Cockney's face as he points at all of them.

"I'm only taking the piss" Ben says with a laugh "But you lot thought I was serious? Behave. If I get my arse back to Cuba, it will be to sit on the beach all day and do bugger all. It's not like I haven't made enough wonga in me lifetime so sitting around on the beach all day would suit me down to the ground."

"Well if Trump wins this election, you're getting a new room mate." Jamie tells Ben, the slight look of seriousness on his face.

"Make that two." Sam adds.

"I'm Australian so I couldn't give a fuck about the election." Evie starts "But if ya taking room mates, can I move in too."

Ben places his hand on his forehead, slowly shaking it as he looks around the table.

"Welcome to Hotel Ben." He mutters.

"It wouldn't be a hotel." Sam says with a smile "Hotels cost money, you wouldn't charge your friends."

"Bloody hell." Is the only response Ben can muster up as he looks around the table. "Least it would be better than Big Brother at least. Might as well get the cameras in and make a mint off it. First off though, I think I might need a shot or seven."

"Now ya talking my lingo." Evie says with a smile. "I'll go get them in."

Evie stands up as does Sam.

"I'll go get some beers." She tells them.

Sam and Evie move in the same direction towards the bar and Ben and Jamie stay as they were at the table. Ben turns around, looking through the crowd, but Jamie's voice grabs his attention, forcing him to turn his head back around.

"It wasn't your fault" Jamie reassures him. "That match was just, well weird."

Ben flicks his head upwards, agreeing with Jamie's assessment of it.

"Very weird" Ben agrees "I dunno mate, something was just off with that whole damn thing and I can work out why, but it just seemed proper dodgy to me."

Jamie can't help but shrug at that comment.

"I agree." he says "Probably the strangest match I've ever been in. Does beg a couple of questions though."

"Like?" Ben asks.

"Well titles don't change hands after DQ's." Jamie correctly states "So how can they justify them being champions after they got DQed."

"Well someone will have some explaining to do after that but..." Ben trails off a little "It won't be me. Someone should be getting sacked in the morning though."

"Where does it leave us as a team?" Jamie asks.

Ben looks at him across the table, draining the last of his beer and looking blank faced.

"Do you wanna go for the titles again?" Ben asks.

"Not really" Jamie responds "We had them for a while."

"Me neither if I'm being completely honest." Ben replies "It's a tough one considering how far we built them up and the controversy does make me sit there and wonder if we should get them back because the legacy of the belts are kinda getting pissed on at the moment but they sort of stole them, so I don't wanna be pissy and make a grab for them back."

"It's not like we haven't beat them in the past." Jamie replies "We can take them off them if we wanted to without the need to use their underhand tactics."

"Right..." Ben says slowly

"But where does this leave us as a team?" Jamie asks Ben, a serious, yet concerned look on his face.

Ben runs his fingers along his chin, looking at Jamie.

"To be honest." Ben starts, his mind ticking over as he tries to find the right words "I don't think I wanna be wrestling as often as I did. I think I wanna slow it down a bit, just really get involved when people want me to rather than half arse it."

"What do you mean by that?" Jamie asks.

"Well..." He pauses as he looks for the right words. "In tag matches, we'd plod along, avoiding the title match so we don't become champs again, doesn't give us too many options, or rivalries, friendly or not. I'm happy to team with ya whenever, but I'm pretty happy on being a card filler."

"Maybe it's time you set your sights to the top." Jamie says supportively.

Ben scoffs as the suggestion, shaking his head firmly.

"You're not the first person to say that to me." Ben says with a laugh "But like I told everyone else who says that, I ain't interested in all that malarkey. This place is built on people crying for titles. I mean look at Travis for example, all he's about is 'I want a title'. He tells everyone under the sun with every chance that he gets that he wants a title. It doesn't matter if it's in front of an SCW camera, or talking to someone backstage. Every new person that walks through the revolving door of SCW instantly want titles without working for it, and that ain't me."

"You have worked for it." Jamie counters "Hell, if anyone deserves it on the roster, it's you."

Ben once again shakes his head.

"Maybe mate, but you gotta have the interest, the drive to wanna do this and I have neither" Ben says in a calming, reassured tone "Title belts don't overly interest me. Putting in the effort like some champs do is a lot of work. Going for top belts, nah, not for me."

Ben holds his finger up.

"Though about us as a team." Ben starts "I'm happy to team with ya as and when we're needed, but don't let that stop you from getting out there and getting a good go at the belts, the single ones."

Jamie looks at Ben as if he is crazy, but Ben shrugs his shoulders.

"What?" He starts "J2H has been crying out for new challengers and you could be it. Despayre has had to work with Travis. You know you would be more entertaining than that tosser. James Tuscini has had a stranglehold on that roulette title, who's to say you can't win it? Personally mate, I reckon people would love to see you get hold of one of those single belts"

Jamie raises an eyebrow

"Same could be said about you." He counteracts.

"But you don't have a bum foot right now and I do." Ben says pointing to the floor.

"Which you will be seeing a doctor about tomorrow" Jamie replies.

"What is it with you lot?" Ben says with a little bit of a smile "Besides, the best pain relief in the world is about to show up."

Ben points past Jamie, directly at Evie Baang, walking towards them with a big circle tray of shots, the tray filled from edge to edge with shot glasses containing many different colours. Next to her, Sam Marlowe also walks across with a similar tray containing twelve bottles of beer.

"See..." Ben comments "They get me. Liquid form pain relief."

Evie reaches the table first, causing Ben and Jamie to move the empty bottles out of the way as Evie places the round tray in the middle of the table. Sam approaches and Ben and Jamie start to take the bottles from the tray, places them around the table. Jamie shakes his head at the shots before looking at Evie.

"Got enough alcohol there?" He asks with a smile.

"No." She quickly comments back "But the tray could only hold so much."

Ben turns away with a smile as he lifts the beer bottle to his lips. Sam looks at Jamie with a warm smile.

"She got ya there, mate" Ben says with a chuckle.

"It's gonna be one of those nights." Jamie says with a groan as he looks at the tray of shots.

Ben nods in agreement as the camera fades out.

*******

24th October 2016

Sterile, clean, bleach smell. You can't smell it but Ben Jordan can. The morning after the night before so to speak is where we find ourselves now. Many shots were down, each one pushing Ben towards the decision he has lived up to. Go to the hospital and get the foot checked out. The join efforts of Jamie Dean, Sam Marlowe and Evie Baang, plus much alcohol had persuaded him to be there to check the injury from the night before.

His eyes casually browse through a magazine outside the doctors office of a private medical center, his eyes not focusing on the words as the effects of the alcohol had not exactly worn off. He looks around as a young woman also enters the room, nervously taking a seat a shuffling to get comfortable. Ben looks up just for  second as the woman glances across at the man in the blue jeans, leather jacket and baseball cap. Quickly he goes back to the magazine, but he sees the woman in the corner of his eye looking closer at him.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" The woman asks from across the room.

Ben lowers the magazine, looking at the woman.

"Don't think so love." He says casually.

"Aren't you that wrestler?" The woman says "Ben Jordan"

He lowers the magazine to his lap and looks up at her across the room.

"That I am." He says with a cheery tone.

The woman pulls out her phone.

"Would you mind if...." She says pointing to her phone.

"Nah, not at all." Ben replies, always happy to see a fan.

The woman moves across the room, sitting in the seat next to him and holding the phone up. Ben lens in, giving the woman a chance to snap a selfie with the smiling Cockney. The woman snaps the picture and puts her phone back in her pocket.

"Thank you." She says sincerely "I hope you're not here for something bad."

At that moment, a nurse exits the doctors office and looks towards him.

"Mr Jordan?" She says speaking in a questioning tone.

Ben nods back at the nurse before turning to look at the woman next to him.

"Only one way to find out I guess." He tells the woman "Have a cracking day."

Ben stands up, putting the crutches next to him under his arm, and starts to limp towards the doctors office. The nurse holds the door open for him as he gets there and he limps in, moving towards a chair opposite the desk of a man in his early forties, with thick dark hair, and a white jacket.

"Mr Jordan." He says greeting Ben "I'm Dr Ross. How are you feeling today?"

Ben hops around to the seat in front of the desk. He slowly eases himself down in to the chair and looks across at Dr Ross.

"Bit knackered but can't complain doc." Ben responds.

"Knackered?" The doctor questions, unintentionally mimicking Ben's accent.

"Just means tired" Ben explains "Bit of a late night last night, then getting here early this morning cause my friends made me rather than fly back to Cuba and put me plates up."

The doctor once again looks confused at Ben's terminology.

"Plates up?" He asks.

"Plates of meat." Ben responds casually "Means me feet mate. It's a bit of slang from back in London. We all talk like this where I'm from."

The doctor taps a pen on the desk, looking at Ben with intrigue.

"Very interesting Mr Jordan." The doctor says slowly "Anyway, I've looked at your scan."

He stands up, picking up a file from his desk and walks around the desk to an x ray reader on the wall and flicks a switch on the side, instantly lighting the box up. He reaches in to the folder and pulls out an X ray picture and places it on the box.

"As you might be able to see." He starts "There is no break, fracture or hairline fracture there in the slightest, which you can consider yourself very lucky for after I reviewed the video while I was waiting for the results to come back."

"Jump on youtube, eh doc?" Ben says with a laugh.

"Actually I do watch SCW from time to time." Dr Ross explains "I have a subscription, but sadly did not get to see the show live last night. I did however got to see it today to help me determine what the issue could be with you."

"I got many issues doc, but lets work on the physical one, eh?" He says jokingly "No breaks is blinding news."

"In some sense it is excellent news Mr Jordan." The doctor says "But it doesn't mean that you're perfectly fine."

"Oh?" Ben says with a curious tone to his voice.

"You have some ligament damage, and bruising to the bone. It's not too severe thankfully" the doctor tells him "You will however have to spend time resting."

"Two weeks with me feet up should do the trick" Ben says to himself.

The doctor retakes his seat, looking across at Ben, slowly shaking his head.

"More realistically six to eight weeks Ben." The doctor tells him "Depending on how fast it heals. If you're a slow healer, we could be looking more towards eight weeks."

"I heal pretty quickly." Ben says firmly "So I'll take a couple of weeks off work, put me plates up, do some light stuff for week three and four, step it up in weeks five and six and Bob's ya uncle, I'll be as right as rain."

"Actually Mr Jordan" Dr Ross says, cutting him off "Too much work on it will keep you out for a lot longer than eight weeks. It needs time to heal properly or you will never get through a match, it will become a target for others to make worse and may cause you to end up having surgery should the damage get worse, which will keep you out for a considerable amount to time."

"I've played Football Manager enough to know about painkilling injections given to players before a match to kick them through." Ben says with a serious, but almost questioning tone. "What if I stayed at work if I had to and just had them before a match, work through the pain."

"They are not a long term solution Mr Jordan." The doctor comments "In fact, they just mask the pain and any extra damage it may cause will still be there, yet masked for an hour at a time."

"That should be enough to get me through some stuff." Ben comments "I mean I wanted to give it up after last night, knock the whole thing on the head, but the old boss came back and said no more retirements while under contract and I accept that, so chances are I'll be in the ring soon. He likes to make the most of his entire roster, doesn't like people sitting on their arses doing nothing, so as I'm active there, chances are I'll be back to work in a couple of weeks."

The doctor rubs his chin as he looks towards his patient.

"I'm not saying it's impossible to get through a match on a painkilling injection." He muses "But it could do more long term damage than you would like."

"Well I won't see there and raise me hand to any extra stuff if that helps." Ben says "But if I gotta be there, maybe that will get me through the night to do my job. He could freeze me contract if I don't work it. With two months to go, I think I can push through the pain."

"I wouldn't recommend it." The doctor continues "I would personally take the contract freeze. That will give you time to heal up and return to the ring to see out whatever time you have left. I can even speak to your employers and inform them of this injury and get you the time you need off to recover."

Ben taps his chin, thinking about the doctors offer but shakes his head.

"No need doctor." Ben says "Thinking about it, my work schedule is pretty light. I'm off on the 30th. Dunno about the 7th, but know I'm off on the 14th for sure. May have to work on the 20th, then off till the forth at least. I reckon at max I'll be working physically a couple of dates over the next month at most. I can heal up in between and not worry about it all too much."

"If that is your plan." The doctor says in a cautious tone "Then I would strongly recommend rest as much as possible. Nothing too strenuous, nothing that would cause discomfort to your ankle at all."

"So I can sit in a boozer all day and that would be alright?" Ben asks with a cheery outlook.

"A boozer?" the doctor asks.

"A pub, a bar, something like that." Ben informs him. "I like in Cuba doc, I know many beach front boozers where I can sit from morning till night, watch the sun come up and go down and do absolutely bugger all, all day."

"If that means you won't be putting any weight or any pressure on it" The doctor starts "Then that would go a long way to helping."

"I can be a lazy git when I wanna be doc." Ben says with a calm shrug. "I don't mind doing nothing at all, cause I work me nuts off when I do have something to do."

"Good" the doctor says with a smile "That will certainly help. Do you live alone Mr Jordan?"

"I do" Ben replies

"You may want to consider getting someone to help you around the house while you're off your feet." The doctor suggests.

Ben shrugs his shoulder and shakes his head.

"Not necessary at all Doctor." Ben says calmly "I won't be short of offers if I wanted that, nor offers of a place to stay in America, but I'm happier to head on home to Cuba. Over here doctor, people see me as the wrestler who's on the television, or Internet. In Cuba, I'm just 'English Ben' as the locals call me. Much less stressful than being over here. I'm a firm believer of body and mind being one."

"What do you mean?" The doctor asks with genuine curiosity.

"Mind over matter doc." Ben tells him "It's like when I get ill, I tell myself that I'm not and recover. I get ill a lot and I have this friend and they're forever telling me to go to the doctors. Always telling me with the slightest issue to go doctors as if something is really, really wrong. Maybe it is, but I dunno. I just relax a few day, chill out a bit and before ya know it, I'm feeling blinding."

"I'm not sure that works when you have a physical problem like ligament damage Mr Jordan." The doctor says with a smile.

"You never know doc." Ben says looking up as if he's thinking "Few drinks, sitting in the Jacuzzi, betting the muscles all chilled out and relaxed, could do me the world of good."

The doctor looks at Ben with a smile.

"Positive attitude can go a long way." Ben says with a calm demeanour "It's never done me any harm. Still chairs to the leg though, does me more harm than I need."

Ben and the doctor share a smile.

"Anyway doc..." Ben starts "I best be on me way. I got a plane to catch back to Cuba and relax for a little bit. Better drop a message to the three who got me here in the first place too. No doubt they will be inviting me to hang out with them for a while."

"Make sure next time you're in the area that you swing by again." Dr Ross tells him. "I would love to keep track of your progress."

"Of course doc." Ben says "Take it easy mate."

Ben pulls himself to his feet, reaching out and shaking the doctors hand as the scene fades to black.  

*******

27th October 2016

"This geezer is doing my damn head in here!" A gruff sounding Ben says.

Havana, Cuba, home to the former SCW champion known as Ben Jordan is where we find ourselves now. Sitting at a beach side bar, a not so happy look sits on his face as he sits at a table, a laptop in front of him as he looks past it, looking over the sea front, the waves on this warm day lapping against the harbour wall. He glances out at the fishing boats, moving gently across the waves. He sits wearing short trousers, beige and cut off just around the calf area, as well as a white, short sleeved buttoned up shirt. To the right of the laptop sits a cold beer in a glass, lit up by the early afternoon sun. He watches the people walk past him, some giving him a quick nod as they go about their day. Ben casts his eye at the laptop, seeing another notification on Twitter.

"If it's this fella again..." He grumbles to himself. "Dave don't know when to leave things alone."

Dave, a nickname given to Eyesnsane by Ben in a recent promo. Things had heated up with the two stemming back to the rumours of Ben's retirement when he lost the tag team championship, a plan quickly nixed by Hot Stuff on his return, yet Eyesnsane wanted to be the one to end the career of the Englishman and he wasn't quiet about it. Nor was he quiet about actually winning the tag title.

"Really wasn't quiet." Ben says turning his face to the camera. "He got a bad case of verbal diarrhoea today. Please, continue."

Verbal diarrhoea was putting it lightly as Eyesnsane continued to mock Ben for his loss, mock Ben for taking two falls, generally mock Ben for everything he could think of.

"Everything." Ben comments as he looks at the computer screen again. "And now he wants to meet me in the parking lot... What are we, twelve?"

He shakes his head as he looks at the screen.

"Oi! You! Outside!" Ben says in a mocking tone.

Ben quickly turns his head towards the camera.

"I don't get people like him." Ben says to the camera "He wins a match, good for him but then needs to take the piss out of someone who helped build the division he just became a champion in. Without me making it me mission at the time to keep the division going, probably wouldn't be a division there now."

Ben looks back to the screen, his hand around the beer glass, pondering his next move as he looks around.

"Technically, I shouldn't really be in the ring cause me banged up foot." He ponders "But on the other hand, Dave needs filling in. Someone's gotta burst his bubble a little bit and shut him up. His partner whacks me with a chair and he acts like he deserves it. Need to drag him down a peg or two."

Ben quickly types something in response to Eyesnsane, looking at the screen for a few seconds before hitting send. Ben looks back at the camera.

"Now what I've just done people, is accept his offer to meet him in the parking lot buuuuuuutttttt" Ben says with a grin "I've give him the chance to brag a little bit more. I've give him the chance to knock me sparko if he wants to justify his brags. I'll take his match, but no point going out there for a brawl to end in a pin."

Ben picks up the nearby beer and raises it to his lips, but another notification appears on his screen from Eyesnsane. He lowers the beer down on the table and takes a closer look.

"Get to drink that one in a minute." He says to himself "Right, looks like Dave's accepted that match, so lets get Christian to book it."

Ben types in another tweet, this time aimed towards SCW co-owner Christian Underwood.

"That's that settled then." Ben comments "I know Christian will book that one. Pretty much giving the fans what they want and he likes that so now, we relax."

Ben picks up the beer and moves it towards his lips, but the sound of Skype distracts him. He looks at the screen, seeing the name "Sammi" appear. Ben sighs as he lowers the beer once more.

"I'll get to this pint in a minute. I swear." He says as he clicks the button to accept the call.

The face of Sam Marlowe appears on the screen, a not pleased look on her face as Ben leans back in his chair.

"Sam..." Ben starts.

"A parking lot brawl Ben?" Sam says, cutting to the chase, her tone clearly not happy with her friend.

"Well he's been talking shit today." Ben says justifying his choice "And he's been driving me around the bend a bit, so someone's gotta shut that jub up. He seems to be targeting me, so fuck it. I figure I might as well knock him in to the middle of next week. Well, not next week, but the week after."

"Ben, you do know he's very much in to MMA, right?" Sam says, concern creeping in to her voice.

"I did not know that." Ben responds "Neither do I give a monkeys. Some people need a slap and he is some people today."

"Aren't you forgetting about your foot?" Sam says pointing down.

"I never forget about me foot." Ben replies "Helps me to stand up a bit."

An unimpressed look comes from the screen and Ben shrugs his shoulders.

"Me foot will be fine." Ben reassures her "It's feeling tons better already. I can walk again without crutches sometimes. By the time that match will roll around, it will be in a lot better shape and I'll be alright. I'm not even worried about taking on this fella. It's a fight in a car park. You don't need to be too technical with that stuff. Just gotta bounce his nut off a few motors and be done with it."

"It's a little more complicated than that." Sam explains "Besides, after last week, you think he's not gonna come up with something else to cheat you out of a win?"

Ben lifts his head up to the sky, thinking for just a few seconds before looking down at the screen.

"Oh, I expect he has something up his sleeve." He says waving his finger at the camera "But I also think that he is over confident. He's on a high thinking he deserves that title belt he's carrying around. He's buzzing at the fact that he ended a six month or so run. He thinks he could take on the world right now, but it's gonna bite him on the arse."

Sam looks uncomfortably at Ben.

"Are you sure you have this?" She asks seriously

"As sure as sure can be." Ben replies "He thinks making someone pass out is a good thing, but it's piss poor compared to a knock out. I got this."

"Alright." Sam says, still a tone of unsurely in her voice "I better go to class. I will see you on Sunday?"

"You will, I will be back for the next show." Ben tells her "You have a great day."

Sam waves towards Ben as the image of her disappears from the screen. Ben reaches for the beer and wraps his hands around the glass.

"Finally..." He says to himself, pulling the beer towards his lips.

Before he can take a sip of the beer, again, the Skype tone plays in the background. Ben rolls his eyes.

"Oh for fu..." He mumbles.

Putting the beer down, he hits the button with his free hand and the face of Jamie Dean appears on the screen. Before he can talk, Jamie takes over.

"What are you thinking, huh?" He says firmly "Are you out of your mind challenging that guy when you shouldn't be anywhere near work at this point until you heal up? And a parking lot brawl, knock out to win against a guy who has been training to do that to people for years? You must have hit your head hard last Sunday. We should have got your head checked while you was seeing doctor."

Ben smiles at Jamie down the camera.

"And good morning to you sunshine" Ben says with a laugh. "Who's bed did you get out of the wrong side of today?"

"I never got his name." Jamie replies while looking at his nails.

"Couldn't have been that good." Ben replies with a laugh.

"Don't try and deflect this conversation Benjamin!" Jamie says firmly. "I woke up, I put some coffee on, I went to on Twitter and this is happening. Wanna explain yourself there?"

"Sure." Ben says casually "I was sitting out here in the sun, doing what the doctors told me. I was resting, I was relaxed, I was chilled out and calm, and then Bertie big bollocks there really got my goat and I decided he needed a dry slap."

Jamie looks around his room before looking back at Ben.

"In English please?" He says.

"Bitch got mouthy, needs slapping" Ben says sharply.

"Oh, that explains it all." Jamie says with a shrug. "I can see you wanting to hit him for those comments, but a parking lot brawl?"

"Yeah." Ben responds. "See, he thinks he's played in to his own hands with that but he really hasn't. What he's done has pulled himself in to a place he thinks I'm uncomfortable but I grew up in a boozer, I've been in more rows than people think I have been. I've had to get involved in a lot of stuff so I can take a whack or two. He thinks he has pulled me in to this one himself but instead, what he's done is played in to my hands a bit."

"Secret street fighter past you haven't told me about Ben?" Jamie asks with an arched eyebrow.

"Nah, only street fighter in my past was in the arcades." Ben says with a laugh. "But you're worrying over nothing. I wouldn't have said that if I couldn't handle meself mate. I got this. He'll be sure he has this one and that'll be his undoing."

Ben leans back in his chair.

"Honestly mate." Ben says seriously "Once it gets booked, you got nothing at all to worry about concerning me."

"And the foot?" Jamie asks.

"It will be perfectly fine by the time I attempt to shove it up his jacksey."  Ben says with a smile.

"Alright." Jamie says, knowing he won't get through to his friend. "I gotta head out, but I'll call you a little later."

"Sounds good mate." Ben says with a wave "Have a good un!"

He clicks a button and ends the conversation before reaching down to the beer, lifting it up and looking at it.

"It's been a long time coming baby." He says looking at the glass "But I believe in destiny and this is yours"

Once again before he can take even a sip, his screen lights up again with sounds of Skype for the third time. Ben looks at the beer.

"This is just not meant to be." He tells the beer.

He clicks a button to see Evie Baang face pop up on his screen. Ben raises his finger to stop Evie from talking.

"Are you also calling to tell me I'm a nut nut for challenge Dave to a knock out to win match?" Ben asks "I've had Sam and Jamie both call me to tell me I'm round the bend."

Evie licks her lips as she smiles towards Ben.

"The opposite Benny boy." Evie says with her thick Australian accent "I was actually calling to tell you how you could not only knock him out, but kill him in under four seconds with a nerve hold."

Ben turns to look towards the camera.

"Now this is some advice I could use." He says to the camera. "I wouldn't actually use it."

He looks innocent down the camera.

"Honestly." He proclaims.

He turns back to Evie on the screen.

"So tell me more."

The scene fades out as Ben goes back to his conversation with Evie, leaving us to wonder.... Did he ever get a chance to drink that beer.

*******

The camera starts with a tight shot of Ben Jordan's face. He looks in to the camera with a smile on his face. The area seems dark but spotlights from random directions seem to be on him. He winks down the camera before he starts to speak.

"Alright people." A smile crosses his face as he says his opening line.

He looks side to side before continuing.

"I know you've been watching on what's been happening lately." He starts calmly "I'm sure you're probably wondering too what the hell am I thinking with a dodgy peg, gonna have a tear up with a geezer used to these kinda things. Why would I even put meself in this position where the truth is, I can get bloody hurt. Why would good natured Ben wanna drop to a level of fighting in a car park with a geezer who's not all there in the head?"

Ben waves his finger at the camera.

"Well it's simple." Ben starts "See I grew up in a pub, right? In the east end of London, a place where most people don't drift unless they're from that area. Pretty much the bad part of London where very few wanted to be. Now me, I grew up in it and there's some good people around, there's also a lot of bullshitters around and Eyesnsane falls in to the latter category."

Ben shrugs his shoulders as he looks down the camera again.

"East London wasn't and still isn't just rife with crooks and criminals." Be says honestly "But it was and is full of bullshitters, people who can't handle themselves, so they put on this front and hopes the other geezer backs down. Don't get me wrong, there's a bunch of hard men all over London, but the east end used to breed them all. Now a bullshitter would always try and score points off legit hard me. They'll happily give it the big un, then act crazier than they are in hope that the tough guys would back down and this is exactly what Eyesnsane is."

Ben pauses for just a second, looking for his next words.

"Now I ain't saying I'm a hard man, or that I'm this big tough guy." Ben exclaims while waving his finger. "But I am an eastender, I have the Cockney DNA running through me and that stops me from backing down to someone who uses a crazy front to try and get himself a step up, to make someone scared of them. Let me tell you this, I ain't scared of this little act at all that he has on, by east London roots won't let me back down, so it's come down to this."

Ben puts his arms out, the camera moving out to show Ben standing in a circle of cars, wearing blue jeans and a grey shirt, with the face of Trigger from Only Fools and Horses on it, with the caption underneath spelling out the words 'Alright, Dave?'. Standing in the middle of their headlights, Ben continues.

"It's come down to this." He says pointing around "Two grown men having a punch up in a car park, because someone's crazy front didn't actually work."

Ben puts his palms out in front of him.

"The crazy thing works on some, but you must be a right plonker if you think it would work on me when you consider my circle of friends in SCW alone." Ben states "I get on with all, don't give a monkeys if they're sane or not, Dave, so did you really think this I'm as crazy as they come bollocks would have any baring on me?"

Ben shakes his head from side to side.

"Doesn't even hit my top fifty of the craziest people I've met in my life." He says confidently "Maybe not even in my top one hundred. There's been so many nut jobs buzzing in and out my life, a geezer on Twitter giving it the I'm crazy act ain't gonna cut it. What am I meant to be scared of here? The fact that you're an ungrateful, non-gracious bellend, or the fact that you use animated gifs when you have absolutely bugger all to say? Which is it that's meant to make me run in fear and hide."

Ben puts his hands out in front of him.

"Maybe it's those crazy eyes you got going on behind the keyboard that's meant to scare me?" Ben asks "Can't be them to me, because I'm gonna smack them straight on Sunday."

Confidence flows from Ben as he continues.

"There's nothing about you that actually scares me." Ben says with a confident tone "Not one thing at all. I mean take a look at yourself. You sit there with a partner who is having an identity crisis, you spend most of your time sitting backstage and messing around with a dog, and act like a twonk on Twitter, hiding behind a keyboard and trying to make yourself look tough."

Ben's face turns in to a frown.

"Then you mock people who had been champions for months, thinking you're gonna be something special." He says with the frown still on his face. "Yet apparently we're the one's who brag? Me and JD won the titles, first thing I did was take to Twitter and give a shit ton of respect to Lord Raab for the challenge, and he didn't slaughter us."

Ben's eyes widen as he looks down the camera.

"You know who Lord Raab is?" Ben says "This is a guy who likes no one. This is a guy who only lets his clothes get close to him because they have to. He doesn't have a nice bone in his body, but when I mentioned another match to him because I loved the competition, he didn't try and rip my head off, he didn't even call me an idiot. He was oddly gracious and willing to go again, but you, even compared to Lord Raab, are a complete and utter dick son."

Ben composes himself for a few seconds.

"I bet ya didn't know that the tag division was being considered to be shut down before me and Jonesy won the belts, and before me and Jamie won the belts." Ben says firmly "I spoke to Christian about stretching me wings in the tag division, and he told me the whole story, so without me, you wouldn't have a title, and you'd probably be jobbing to Steve Ramone and Travis Nathaniel Andrews, so a little appreciation wouldn't be a bad thing"

Ben runs his hand across his chin.

"I do get why you was all excited." A slight smile appears as the words come out "You was a title virgin in SCW so now you're all excited and wanna tell the world that you have a belt. Tag titles was my first title here too, but I didn't go around telling everyone, their mum and their dog that I was a champion. I didn't go piss on the former champions. I went about my business as usual and a lot that happens in this business is about respect, and you have none of that. You don't know the meaning of the word."

Ben shakes his head.

"At least Jon Dough came out it with a little dignity with his apology" Ben starts "But right now, I wouldn't trust Jon Dough as far as I could throw him and I trust you even less, so I know you're gonna probably have an ace up your sleeve to try and swing things in your direction. I know you're gonna hide little things around the parking lot to use to your advantage, but I couldn't give a damn, Dave. You know what you are, Dave?"

Ben's face looks serious as he points down the camera.

"You're a melt!" Ben states firmly "You could have walked up to me and ran that mouth of yours. Right up to me and said what you wanted but no, you melted behind a keyboard cause you don't have the knackers to do it. I was at Climax Control last week, and you spent your time pissing around as a street fighter character, the easiest boss around to beat I might add, cracking jokes. I was there and you're the one with the issue with me, but you melted like a snowflake in hell."

Ben pauses for a few seconds.

"Your bottle went." Ben says, the serious tone in his voice "Knowing that you challenged me to a parking lot brawl, your bollocks went and that was the end of you. This is a guy I'm meant to be scared of?"

Ben places his palms out in front of him.

"This is a guy who is gonna knock me out?" he says with a tilt of his head "Nah, don't think so mate."

Ben shakes his finger at the camera

"Really don't think so mate." Ben says with a smile "You played dress up rather than come see me and show me what you could do. Makes you nothing son."

Ben slowly shakes his head in disappointment.

"I don't care that you think you're a little MMA guy, or a street fighter boxer." He says firmly "I couldn't give a rats what you think you are, but it's time to burst your bubble, it's time to pop that balloon you got around ya, cause you ain't as good as you actually think you are. You're actually denser than school dinner custard mate."

Ben smiles down the camera.

"So you got trained to punch someone?" Ben says with a thumbs up. "Things like that just come naturally to some of us pal. Some things just seem to feel easier to some of us. I don't need to know to grab water when I'm thirsty but it happens anyway. I also don't need to know that if someone's trying to be a tough guy and try and knock me out, I get to try and knock them out first. It ain't rocket science, it's the laws of survival, and if you really are this guy who has been in a cage, then believe me pal, my instincts to survive will be worth a damn sight more than you think. This ain't a walk over for you like you might think it is. Just because I haven't surrounded myself by wire and had some sweaty geezer on top of me, doesn't mean I stand no chance at all. It means I will give it more because I have to. I will push myself to and beyond the limits just to shut you up."

Ben places his finger over his lips.

"Your big yap got you in to this Dave." Ben states "But after Sunday, maybe you'll think before you let that thing go off."

Ben shrugs and shakes his head.

"I know, it's more likely that they raise the Titanic than you keeping your trap shut but trust me, we all live in hope for that." He says with a sad tone. "But there Dave, lies my determination, to at least try and shut that gob of yours up. At least do all I can to keep those lips from flapping, if only for a little while. I ain't expecting ya to jump all over Twitter and actually show a little respect after I knock out a guy with an MMA style, but hopefully you will wander away with your tail between your legs for a little while and just pipe down."

Ben smiles widely as a thought comes to mind.

"It just dawned on me mate." Ben says with a grin "How embarrassing would it be for a guy trained for the fight game, to get flattened by Cockney fella with zero martial arts training... Could you even look at yourself in the mirror on Monday morning after I've done something like that, after you've suffered the embarrassment of being planted by an amateur."

Ben winces.

"That would be proper rough mate." Ben says slowly shaking his head "For me, I get done by you, I was in a street fight with a guy who's trained in proper beating someone up. No shame in that for me but for you. Could you imagine it?"

Ben nods his head fast, holding back a chuckle.

"I can imagine it funnily enough, cause that boys and girls, is exactly what's gonna happen." He says with an air of confidence. "I will do exactly that and make Dave see that he has wasted his entire life training for this, only to get knocked out by a bloke who prefers to watch those kinda sports on tele rather than actually being out there for them. Could you imagine dedicating your life to something, just putting in all the effort in the world. Eating right, training right, sacrificing normal every day things some of us take for granted, to step in to a fight with someone who while you were showing that dedication, going down the pub with his mates, only to see that it just wasn't enough to take out a beer loving Millwall fan that's spent more time having fun, than you have in the gym."

Ben bites his lower lip as he looks around.

"That would be a bit awkward for you, Dave." He says turning the left side of his lip down "Like really awkward. You gotta walk in the dressing room when you wake up after it's all said and done, walk in to Master Lily, who still rocks, dunno why she deals with a wrong un like you. Then you need to look at your own partner, while still seeing double, then look around all those disappointed faces in the room with ya, because you lot are like wolves, you bring everyone and literary their dog."

Ben looks at the camera a little closer.

"How's it gonna feel knowing that each and every one of them in the room will no longer see you as legitimate?" Ben asks "It's gonna feel pretty awful knowing that the respect you once held in there has completely gone down the pan and swam away because you couldn't knock out an untrained fella like me. That sinking feeling in ya stomach knowing that you've let everyone down getting beat up in ya own kinda environment is gonna be hell for you Dave."

Ben moves his head back

"But on the bright side" he starts "At least I've gave ya a heads up and now you got a couple of days to think about what you're gonna say to people after I whack ya."

Ben smiles

"Every cloud and all that" He says with a wink. "But anyway...."

Ben puts his hands together.

"I've taken up a lot of your time as it is." Ben says "So it's time to let you good people get back to your daily lives, and if ya anything like me, jump on Football Manager 17 that came out today. Dave, me old mucker. I will see you in a couple of days, feel free to come up with ya excuses and get ready to tell them, cause you're about to get knocked out by an untrained fella called Ben Jordan."

Ben winks at the camera.

"Laters people"

The camera fades out for the last time.

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Climax Control Archives / Never too rich to make new friends
« on: July 01, 2016, 02:50:28 PM »
 
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The afternoon sun beats down on the roof of a burgundy colored 2016 Porsche Cayman S, a car owned by SCW tag team champion, Jamie Dean. The camera cuts to inside the car, where Jamie sits behind the steering wheel, wearing white, Khaki shorts and a bright purple, button up shirt open just at the sternum, while his tag team partner, Ben Jordan sits in the passenger seat wearing a silver suit and white shirt. Jamie keeps his eyes on the road as he talks to Ben. A camera in the car records their conversation.

"So how was London?" Jamie asks.

"Wasn't bad" Ben says with a shrug "Rained a lot, got warm a lot, had storms and the usual shit. The beer was better than over here as usual. Good old birthday drink for someone, bit of a hangover the next day. Pretty much the usual."

Jamie turns the car around a corner, slowing down behind a car in front.

"Thanks for getting me from the airport and letting me crash at yours for a couple of days." Ben says sincerely. "I didn't fancy a walk from the airport"

"One day you might buy a car of your own." Jamie comments.

"No point mate." Ben fires back "I don't live here. I'm not in London enough to have a car there, don't really need a car in Havana, everything I need is on my doorstep really, and I ain't in America enough to really own one. It'll just sit there getting all dusty."

"Ever thought about getting a place in America?" Jamie asks

Ben runs his fingers down his suit jacket.

"Not a point at this time mate." Ben says back slowly "I'm only contracted for SCW until after Summer XXXTreme IV, you know what's been whispered about concerning the tag titles, so I don't know my future at the moment."

Jamie rolls his eyes.

"People do need to keep their noses out." Jamie says firmly "But you've been offered a new contract right?"

"Yeah." Ben quickly replies, running his fingers through his hair "Christian ain't mucking around with me at this point. Last time, ran in to the last few weeks of my deal, and by the time we was done, I wasn't in the ring for a bit at the start of the year, but he let me be on the show. This time with a month or so to run, firm offer on the table and with no need to really sit down and discuss things. Contracts a good un son."

The car accelerates, overtaking one in front.

"So why haven't you signed it?" Jamie asks "It's not like you're in a bad spot right now with the company, well respected and people seem to be drawn to you lately."

A smile crosses Ben's face.

"Drawn to me?" Ben responds innocently.

"I see the way Sammi looks at you, I see the way Evie flirts with you." Jamie starts "Plus I've seen that woman on Twitter keep asking you out for dinner every chance she gets. You could be a right dirty dog."

Jamie wipes a fake tear from his eye.

"I could be so proud of ya." He says with a mocking tone of sadness, causing Ben to smile.

"Turn it in son." Ben says cheerily. "Sammi and I are friends, Jade who keeps asking me to dinner seems nice, but I don't know her."

"And Evie?" Jamie says.

"Evie..." Ben starts before trailing off "Evie kinda reminds me of like an east end bird, with an Aussie accent. She's fun, she's bubbly, she has no filter and that's what women are like back in the east end boozers. She reminds me of home, but I'm sure it's a front and no interest in me like that, she's just a banter bird, and what Cockney don't like a bit of banter?"

"And that's it?" Jamie asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I am a man of the people." Ben says "I like talking to people, that's it really."

"You was both in London at the same time...." Jamie comments, while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not gonna lie." Ben starts "I did see her for about an hour. SCW are smart old dogs and set up a signing over there, and while we was both there and we ran in to each other but that was about it. Stop it now, or you're gonna give Tommy Knocks more to talk about."

Ben laughs and Jamie smiles.

"So how's things been here since I've been gone." Ben asks.

A moment of silence fills the car as Ben looks at Jamie.

"I'm getting there." Jamie says solemnly

"Well if you need to get away for a bit..." Ben starts "Come on over to Cuba, spend all day on the beach looking at geezers in Speedos all day."

An approving nod comes from Jamie's head as he looks towards Ben as Jamie stops the car at a traffic light.

"Trust me mate..." Ben starts "There would be no Cuban safe when you get out there in Havana."

Another nod of approval comes from Jamie's head as he turns the corner.

"Anyway, are you sure it's all good to hang at yours?" Ben asks.

"That's like asking if the sky is blue." Jamie replies quickly. "Besides, I have a surprise for you."

Jamie stops outside of a large, three story brick building in the heart of the historic district of Pacific Palisades. A building surrounded by the city life of this suburb of Los Angeles, and which housed Jamie’s home, a 1,000 square foot loft that, unlike some of the others in the Academy Lofts, Jamie did not rent, but owned outright. Jamie was not a fan of narrow spaces, nooks and crannies, but preferred open space. Plus, he just loved loft homes, much more so than an actual house.

Ben could admit he saw why Jamie favored this way of living, given the neighborhood and the quaint, old world style style to the building.

"A surprise?" Ben asks with a raised eyebrow

Jamie smiles widely at a confused looking Ben.

"Your biggest fan is inside waiting for you." Jamie says with a huge grin on his face.

Ben closes his eyes, breathing deeply as Jamie laughs at him.

"Please tell me you're having a bubble?" Ben says slowly.

"A what now?" Jamie asks inquisitively.

"A bubble bath." Ben says "Cockney for a laugh."

"Oh..." Jamie trails off "No, she's there waiting for you. I told her you was staying with me and she wanted to be here to greet you."

"Ah mate" Ben says throwing his arms in the air "You saw what she was like last time. I nearly gave the woman a heart attack or something."

Another smile crosses Jamie's tanned face.

"Oh it wasn't that bad." Jamie argues "You can't help it if you're that popular."

"But.... But...." Ben stumbles out.

Ben sighs deeply

"You remember what happened..... Right?" Ben says slowly.

"Oh I remember...." Jamie replies



You know that fancy temporal stasis thing that Ben Jordan does? The time freeze people, the time freeze! Sheesh! Try and discuss science with a bunch of kids! Well we're about to see yet another talent bestowed upon the many within the world of wrestling -- the time rewind. Yes, flashbacks can be quite beneficial when linking the past to the present to better tell a story, so let's do it to it, shall we?

Los Angeles, California, thirty minutes outside of Jamie's own coastal neighborhood of Pacific Palisades.

"So, mind telling me what we're doing here on this detour instead of heading straight to your place?" The voice of Ben Jordan asked as the wine colored 2016 Porsche Cayman S pulled into an empty parking space just outside of a spacious apartment community.

"We're here to meet some friends of mine." Jamie answered with a coy wink as he turned the engine to his car off, and reached for the door handle. "I have a surprise for one of them, and you're it."

Ben gave Jamie a shifty look as he followed suit and stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind him. With a flick of the thumb on his keys, Jamie locked his vehicle and set the alarm before heading for the gated community with Ben following suit. As Ben observed his surroundings, he noted the plaque on the front of the gate, reading "Orsini Apartments." There had to be at least four three story buildings behind the gates, safe and secured. As Jamie slid a key card into the slot of the lock on the left side of the gate, he gained access and held the door for the awaiting Cockney King.

"After you!"

"Sneakin' for a look at me arse again, aren't ya?"

"Well Christ Ben," Jamie chuckled as he stepped into the community, allowing the gate to swing shut behind him. "If you already knew that then why act so surprised?"

The SCW World Tag Team Champions maneuvered their way around the paths within, walking past no less than two heated swimming pools and a large gym and picnic area. Palm trees seemed to be the motif as they appeared to be -- everywhere -- on this property, but never the less, the clean land and flora everywhere impressed Ben as he observed, "Nice place."

"Just let me know if you see Justin so I can hide."

Ben almost came to a stop as he turned a side eye to his friend and partner and cocked an eyebrow, "That guy lives here too?"

"Yes." Jamie sighed. "But don't worry. He has nothing to do with this surprise."

Satisfied, Ben nodded as the pair arrived finally at a particular apartment door on the second floor of the third building where Jamie knocked hard. Jamie turned to ben and smiled, "Word of warning. Kathy is the only wrestling fan in this little group and her favorite just so happens to be..." He twirled his finger in the air and poked Ben lightly on the chest.

"Ah," Ben nodded with a smile of his own. "A lady of taste."

The pair could hear footsteps from behind the door and only a moment later, the door swung open and a short but stocky woman with rather butch qualities was standing before the two. She was older than Jamie by about a fair fifteen years if Ben would hazard a guess, which he never would being a gentlemen and all. Her dark hair was cut short and she wore a pale blue tank top and white shorts. If Ben had to guess, he'd bet this woman could handle herself in a scrap, and she could. Jamie had once told him his friend Sandra was a bouncer at the nightclub he worked at. But the sparkle in her eyes lit up her face as she laid eyes on Jamie told him all he'd need or want to know about the woman.

"Sweetpea!" Sandra called aloud as she reached her arms out and drew a willing Jamie into a tight embrace, even lifting his buddy off of his feet in the process, causing Ben's eyes to widen just a hint. Jamie laughed as she gave him a squeeze and set him back down onto his feet.

Jamie turned to Ben and set a hand on his shoulder, introducing the pair, "Ben, I want you to meet probably my closest friend, Sandra King. Or as I like to call her, 'Ma!'" Jamie draped an arm around the woman for a quick cuddle and Jamie followed up, "Ma, this is Ben Jordan."

Sandra smiled and took Ben's already outstretched hand and said, "Well any friend of Sweetpea's is a friend..." Then the name hit her, also with the familiarity of Ben's handsome face. She blinked and her eyes opened wider, "Oh shit!"

"Beg pardon?" Ben looked at her quizzically before he found himself pulled inside of the apartment, with a smiling Jamie following suit and shutting the door behind him. It was a very nice apartment, Ben observed. Large, open space with bright colors and a soft carpeting. Tasteful and not overdone, Ben decided. But he was drawn from his private observations with Sandra's words...

"Kathy is going to...!" The older woman almost seemed a giddy schoolgirl in her bubbling excitement. She turned around and called out, "Kathy! Get out here!"

"What is it!?" Another woman's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"We got company!" Sandra answered back. These boisterous shouting matches must be the norm, and judging by Jamie's smile, he was fully inoculated to the habit.

"Oh for..." And a woman stepped out of the kitchen, drying a dish in her hand with a colorful rag in the other hand. She was taller than Sandra, a bit leaner too with red hair. Her eyes fell on Jamie and like Sandra, her face lit up and she smiled, "Hi Sweetpea! I..." Then she noticed the man standing at Jamie's side and her face went slack, as did her fingers as the plate fell from her grasp and broke on the dining room's tile floor! Jamie erupted into a fit of laughter as he danced around like a little boy on Christmas morning. Ben turns his head towards Jamie, his eyebrow raised before looking back at the woman, slowly raising his hand in a hi signal, his face in a state of confusion.

"Oh GOD it was worth it!"

"Ahhh!" Kathy suddenly broke into a sprint and dove onto Jamie, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist! Sandra barked out a fit of laughter and Ben backed up a number of surprised steps so as not to get bowled over by the woman's enthusiasm. "I LOVE you!" She loudly proclaimed!

"DO YOU LOVE ME!?"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"How MUCH do you love me!?" Jamie yelled back, not even having to hold onto her as her arms and legs were woven tightly enough around him to support herself. Ben was surprised enough that his friend was able to remain upright and not be knocked to the floor by the woman's enthusiasm.

"Is this normal?" Ben scratched behind his ear as he murmured to Sandra. She just chuckled and answered, "For these two? Yes."

Finally Kathy unwrapped her legs from Jamie's waist and her feet again landed on the floor. She turned to ben with a smile that rarely was seen aside from the youngest adn most heartfelt of fans. It was like staring into the face of a little girl who also so happened to be a fan of his.

"Ben," Jamie started to introduce. "This is Kathy Greene. Kathy?" She looked to him with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "I don't imagine I have to tell you who this hot piece of tail is."

"Hot piece of..." Ben shook his head at Jamie's way with words and approached the duo with his hand offered. "Kathy? Nice to..." And Ben suddenly found the woman jumping on him, wrapping him up much like she just did to Jamie! Ben waves his arms around wildly behind the woman’s back, his eyes on Jamie, mouthing inaudible words towards him, before slowly patting the excited Kathy on the back softly.

And what would a visit be without some friendly socializing? A bit of time had passed, and as soon as Jamie and Sandra could pry Kathy from off of Ben, the four found themselves seated in the women's living room, snacking on fruit salad and drinking coffee.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." Kathy smiled, although she was feeling a hint of embarrassed remorse over her reaction to meeting her wrestling idol. "It's just that you're my favorite and the first wrestler I ever met!"

"A-HEM!" Jamie frowned, clearing his throat quite audibly. "What about me?"

Kathy waved him off, "You don't count."

"Well fuck you!" Jamie laughed.

Kathy turned and took up the gauntlet in good humor, "No, fuck YOU!"

"You couldn't handle the ride." Jamie reached for his coffee and sat back with satisfaction.

Kathy turned to Ben who was taking a drink of his own coffee, and she quipped, "Shit, I can't even handle the thought."

A splutter comes from Ben after taking a sip at the wrong time, coffee running over his face as he slowly shakes his head.



"The woman wouldn't let me go." Ben says to Jamie with a chuckle

"And there's me thinking you was a people person" Jamie retorts with a cocked lip.

"I am" Ben admits "But mate, I usually take a selfie, say how ya doing and I'm on me merry way. Mate, she was looking at me like a dog who's just seen the juiciest bone in the world"

Jamie tilts his head as he looks at Ben, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Yeah, poor choice of words" Ben says slowly "Regretted it as soon as it left my mouth."

"Look on the brightside" Jamie starts "There's not many hardened lesbians that would look at a man that way."

"I take that as a compliment" Ben says with a smile "Anyway my old son, we have a camera in here so time to do the old promo thing I think before we head up in there and I end up as a chew toy."

"Can I do the clicking thing?" Jamie asks, looking at the people walking around the outside of the car.

Ben shrugs his shoulders and Jamie clicks his fingers. And immediately the world outside sped up like it was on a racetrack on hyper speed! Jamie cast a sidelong glance to Ben and asked, “That’s not right, is it?”

"Jesus christ man" A shocked tone dripping from Ben's voice "This looks like I've just taken a bad pill."

Ben quickly kicks his finger and the scene outside the car stops.

"That was like an acid trip." Ben says with a laugh. "Right now watch and learn the art of a promo. I know this isn't how you usually do it but sod it."

Ben looks down the camera mounted in the front of the car.

"Just straight down the camera and confident" He says before clearing his throat "And always start with a hook line"

Ben straightens his collar

"Alright people" He says with a smile.

Ben fires a quick thumbs up

"It's been a crazy ol' week for me, being back home and now here where me tag partner here has picked me up so that we can focus on one thing." He says holding up one finger "And that is focusing on getting ready to defend our tag team championship against."

Ben looks towards Jamie.

"What's his name?" Ben asks

"Jon Dough" Jamie says dryly.

Ben rolls his eyes.

"Not that one" Ben says sarcastically "The other one with the funny name."

"Eyesnsane" Jamie pronounces perfectly, forcing Ben in to a confused look.

"Isatope?" Ben responds

"Sure buddy" Jamie says "You can call him that if you want."

Ben scratches the side of his head.

"I'll just call him Dave." Ben says with a shrug "Everyone knows a Dave, so he's now Dave"

Jamie nods in agreement, humoring his tag team partner.

"I'ma go ahead and talk about Jon first." Ben decides "A lot of people don't know this but I've known Jon Dough for a while backstage, he's been around for a bit and I got mad respect for the man for being a tag team champion in the past."

"Mad respect?" Jamie asks with a lowered eyebrow.

"It's a London thing" Ben explains "It means I respect him."

"Still, mad respect." Jamie says with a sharp turn of his head.

"I'm just gonna ignore the plonker in the driving seat there." Ben says with a hand up to Jamie. "But I respect any fella who goes out of his comfort zone and teams with people he don't know and wins a championship not just once, but twice. Lethal Lottery was a thing back then so to team with both Aaron Matthews and Lucian Frost and still win, it makes this geezer dangerous. It makes this geezer set and ready to go, got the championship experience, so I will not be taking Jon lightly at all, but what makes him more dangerous is the simple fact that he's teaming with a mate, someone he can trust."

Jamie listens to Ben, slightly nodding his head, agreeing with his assessment.

"So anyone out there who thinks it's a guarantee me and JD are gonna walk through this match with ease, needs their head testing." Ben says with a calm manner. "This is why the next few days, me and him and gonna work our bollocks off to make sure that we walk out of here with our championship belts. It ain't gonna be easy, we know this because we are more than aware of what Jon can do."

Ben quickly turns his head to Jamie.

"Which reminds me." Ben says to Jamie "Did you get the tapes of Jon Dough matches?"

Jamie rolls his eyes.

"Tapes?" Jamie says with a cocked eyebrow "What is this? 1980? I have Jon Dough matches up there"

"Ok, good." Ben says "See, this is how determined we are to show you all we're ready to go above and beyond. We will be watching every tape.... Well video to see every weakness you have Jon and show you that we can exploit 'em and go on and keep the titles. We worked our arses off to get them, worked even harder to go through hell, getting smacked around with all kinda weapons from Raab and Samuel, and dear god did they hit hard. We walked in to their den and walked out battered and bruised, but the titles were pulled out with us Jon. We know you're good, we're not stupid enough to think otherwise, but we will walk out with our titles again. We know you got something decent about ya, but so have we. We're the champions for a reason and we will stay as champions Jon. I look forward to facing ya, but sorry old mate, the belts are coming home with us."

Ben tilts his head confidently and Jamie quickly gives him a thumbs up.

"And now you Dave." Ben says scratching the side of his head.

Ben frowns.

"Now I admit..." Ben starts "I admit that I know very little about you pal. I did however jump on the good ol' SCW site on the way over and grabbed your bio, and mate, I get it, you're a confused soul. Teaming with a good guy, but a bit of a loose cannon, ready to fire at any time."

Ben holds his finger up to Jamie.

"No jokes please." Ben quickly says.

A disappointed Jamie turns away.

"You are a bit of a loose cannon." Ben says confidently "You are the guy that no one knows what's about to happen next, no one knows how far you're willing to go, and this is what makes facing you like stepping into the unknown. Plus we know that this is your first title shot here in SCW and you will be willing to go that extra mile, just to add your name to the long list of champions in SCW, but going into the unknown is nothing new to us. We have all bases covered because the SCW tag roster has exploded. We haven't faced The Acquins, or Bad Company before. Going into a match with them is us stepping into the unknown, and we are more than ready for this Dave, we are prepared to take on the world. You might be the craziest person in the tag team division, you could be ranked near the top of the crazies in SCW, and there's a lot of them, but Dave mate, I'm gonna be honest with ya. When it comes to these tag titles, I will do what I can to keep my hands on them, I will hold on until my fingers bleed. Crazy or not mate, we're champions for a good reason. We're champions because we're the best at what we do and we will walk out on Sunday with the championship belts still in our possession."

Ben turns his head to Jamie

“Your turn son” He says to Jamie. “Be confident and talk straight at the fans and opponents as if they’re right there listening.”

Ben wags his finger at the camera

Jamie shrugged, then started to speak, “Well I don’t know what I can add to what you’ve already said Ben. My first instinct was to make light of the fact that Jon and Eyesnsane only got one win before they were given a title shot, but then I remembered that I got one in my first match back. So that shot that plan in the ass.”

Ben snorted back a laugh as Jamie went on.

“We’ve seen Jon. Hell, as I recall, Jon Dough was my opponent in my second ever match in SCW. My first match was against…” Jamie jetted a thumb ironically towards his now tag team partner. “And I remember that match against Jon. I remember he’s a hard striking S-O-B, but I also remember that it wasn’t his arm that got raised at the end of the night. Back then, Jon was where I am now; one-half of the Tag Team Champions.”

Ben added, “And still you won.”

Jamie nodded, “Still I won, but the guy didn’t make it easy then, and I don’t doubt he won’t make it easy now. Guy like that? No face, no memory? He has everything to gain and everything to lose, which just makes him all the more dangerous to handle inside of the ring. Still, this time won’t be any different than the last, save for the fact that he has someone at his back, and so do I. The prospects just make things more exciting, and hell, even when they go down…” jamie waggled his eyebrows. “... in defeat ya pervs, Jon boy still has another chance to get a shot at Summer XXXTreme IV in that tag tourney they have going to see who’d be our best challenger. So no hard feelings, Jon.”

Ben sighed and shook his head, “Do all your promos have these double meanings?”

Jamie gave Ben a funny look, “Have you met me?”

“Touche’!”

Jamie went on, “But that Eyesnsane guy?” He shook his head. “I’ve got almost nothing on him, except the simple fact he led his team to a win over the Acquins. Joshua and Austin have to have been the best bet going into that one, so beating a brother combination with that kind of experience together speaks volumes for teamwork and capability. Plus, if I’m going to be honest?”

Jamie gave Ben a sidelong glance and used a free hand to twirl a forefinger around his ear.

“Not sure he’s all there, which makes him an even bigger wild card. It’s all good, though. I’d say the best laid out plan would be to keep him out and Jon in. Devil you know, am I right? But still, if Eyesnsane does manage to make his way into the match, and he will, well that’s where Benjamin and my experience will come into play.”

Ben mouthed ‘Benjamin?’ …

Jamie said, “Strike hard, strike fast. And if he wants to play dirty, which I suspect he has no qualms against, then fine. Ben and I won’t cheat outright but teamwork and fighting fire with fire will teach the lad a lesson as to why we’re the champs, and he and Jon will be going back to the drawing board to try and get another chance.”

Jamie looked to Ben with his eyebrows raised questioningly, “How was that?”

Ben jetted out a bottom lip and nodded, “Not bad.”

Jamie sighed in relief, “That’s good, because where promos are concerned, I suck.”

Ben turned to Jamie with a mocking, misty eyed expression on his face, “Why Mister Dean, that’s the best straight line I think you ever gave me.”

Jamie huffed, “I didn’t mean it!”



Inside of the building on the floor that housed Jamie’s home, the cage elevator came to a stop and the door slid open. Out stepped Jamie first, followed by Ben who was carrying his luggage behind him. The pair walked down the narrow corridor to a door that Ben was quite familiar with. Inserting the key into the lock, Jamie gave it a twist, and was about to open it when he paused.

Turning aside, he took hold of Ben by the shoulders and positioned the confused Cockney King in front of the door and stepped casually to the door frame’s right side. With a flick of the door knob, Jamie called out, “We’re…”

And an enthusiastic Kathy Greene jumped into Ben’s arms, taking  the surprised Mister Jordan to the floor!

Jamie continued, “... here!”

45
Climax Control Archives / Match Day!
« on: May 20, 2016, 09:32:41 AM »
 Can ya tell I'm excited by the title?!?!

Friday 20th May - 6am.

Ben Jordan lays restlessly in bed, the sun slowly creeping through the window on this bright London morning. Ben rolls over, looking at an alarm clock to his left. He sighs deeply as he looks at the time and the camera moves around the room, to see a very simple set up, Ben laying on a comfortable looking double bed with leather headboard and false diamonds in it, a television sits to the left, next to a PS3 and PS4, an old looking computer tower next to that and a mini fridge. At the far end of the room is a clothes rail, completing the three hundred and sixty degress spin of the room, a chest of drawers is the last thing we see before spinning back towards Ben. He looks in the camera as it returns to him.

Ben: Now this might seem a little crazy to ya all, and ya might not get it but today is football day, and for an English geezer, football day is like no other if it's a big game, you can't sleep, the excitement is there, when ya in this situation where ya ninety minutes from Wembley for a play off final and another ninety minutes from promotion, you do get a big jumpy, get in touch with Jonesy, he'll tell ya about the buzz ya get on match day for a big game. You wait till next season when his blues takes on Villa, he'll be up all night excited like I am now.

Ben lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Let's state here that when I say football, I mean real football. A lot of you are yanks watching this so to you guys, it's soccer, but I ain't calling it that. Anyway, we all do football days proper different, but I still get that buzz of going now like I did before as a kid, having a wander down the road to the Den with the family or friends, but today is a massive game for my Millwall boys, like massive so it adds to the excitement. What I'm gonna do is give you an insight in to what it's like to be a cockney travelling over to good ol' sarf London for a game. I'll show ya just how this bloke does it.

Ben rolls over and looks at the clock, looking at 6.04am on front of it's digital face.

Ben: Maybe in a couple of hours.

Ben rolls over in bed and closes his eye before springing back over.

Ben: Nah, not gonna happen, I'm like a kid at Christmas.

Ben fires himself up in bed, pushing the covers off his body and sliding his legs out of the bed and to the floor, naked from the waist up, but wearing Avengers boxer shorts on his lower half. He lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Right, I'm gonna hit the shower, no you can't come with me as much as Jamie Dean has paid ya, just meet me at the top of the stairs in a bit and we'll start Ben Jordan's football day. Catch ya in a bit.

Ben stands up and moves off camera as the camera fades

*******

The camera reopens again at the top of the stairs as Ben asked for, the camera lower down the stairs then Ben is, causing him to look down. Ben is now dressed in blue jeans and darker blue Millwall shirt, with white trainers.

Ben: Alright people. Football day over here always kicks off with a bit of grub, but first off, we gotta do something else. As you people know, I don't live over here anymore, so I need a place to stay, right?

Ben starts to walk on down a couple of steps, the camera moving with him.

Ben: So I'm staying here, at me nan's gaff.

Ben strolls down the stairs to and a turn to his left, walking in to a living room area, to his left, Ben's grandmother sits in a chair, her eyes moving over a newspaper. Ben moves to the side of her and plants a kiss on her cheek, causing her to jump.

Ben: Morning darlin'

Nan turns her head, looking at her smiling grandson

Nan: Coulda gave me a bloody heart attack sneaking up on me like that. Last thing I need is to go back to the hospital.

Ben: Sorry Nan.

Ben pokes his lower lip out but his grandmother smiles at him. Ben takes a seat in an arm chair nearby, looking across.

Nan: Want some coffee? I'll put the kettle on.

Ben puts his hands up, waving at her to sit down.

Ben: Behave love, you're eighty, I think I still know how to work the kettle and stuff in a minute. How ya feeling today?

Nan: I'm alright, how are you feeling?

Ben: Nervous as all hell love. I'm tanking it Nan. Haven't been this jumpy in a long bloody time.

Nan: You was there the last time and it all turned out alright.

Ben: I know girl, and I know it's a better team this time around, but my 'aris is going like the clappers. Flying in from Japan for this.

Nan: Well you must be barmy for that, would have been somewhere on there for you to watch it.

Ben: Yeah but it's not the same. The Den is gonna be absolutely rocking, sold out, people going ape shit, I couldn't not be there, even if it means a few extra lighter hairs and no voice by the time I get back to Japan.

Nan: Let's hope they don't make you talk on camera when you get back.

Ben: I hope not love, if I do, I'll sound like Alvin or one of his chipmunk mates. Not gonna be able to speak for days after this one.

Nan: So what's the plan considering you usually go to football with people and it's not Saturday.

Ben: I know, everyone at work, but I'll go do it all meself girl.

Ben's grandmother looks at Ben with lowered eyebrows

Ben: Unless you wanna come with me sweetheart. Hit the bookies, the boozer, and south London.

Nan: Getting a bit too old for that.

Ben: Oi listen love, if you can yell at The Chase, Tipping Point and the other quiz shows, you can yell at the referee for being a wanker.

A smile crosses Nan's face.

Nan: I think I'll leave that one to you, just promise me not to get involved if you lot decide to riot tonight.

Ben's face turns to false shock as his hand moves across his chest.

Ben: Us? Riot? Whatever do you mean grandmother dear?

A smile crosses Ben's face as he leans forward in his chair.

Nan: Years ago, you was forever coming back home with black eyes and cuts because Millwall didn't win at home.

Ben: Well we haven't had a full riot at home since the Birmingham game years ago.

Ben clinches his fists and turns to the camera.

Ben: Still can't stand you Stern John! Jonesy knows what I mean with this one

Ben turns back to his grandmother.

Ben: But I wouldn't worry too much, I mean I don't think there'll be a riot after this one. I could be wrong. Pitch invasion, certainly, but I don't think we'll be kicking many police horses tonight, and most of the Bradford fans will come down by coach anyway. Shouldn't be any hassle.

Ben stands up and looks at his nan.

Ben: But I better get me arse in gear love, not football day without hitting a few places first.

Ben kisses his grandmother on the cheek.

Nan: Be safe.

Ben winks at his grandmother.

Ben: Always darling. I'll be home at a decent time.

Nan: Yeah, yeah, I'll see ya in the morning.

Ben: You know me so well nan. Catch ya a little later.

Ben turns and moves in to the hallway, the camera in front of him.

Ben: Right, on to stop one of the football day. It's goes down a treat, looks great covered in grease and I ain't talking about any bombshells here.

Ben winks at the camera as it fades out.

*******

The camera restarts outside an old looking building with the faded words "Harry's Cafe" written on a sign. Wearing what he was wearing earlier, with now an added leather jacket, Ben looks down the camera.

Ben: Well, what did you think I meant? It's not a football day without putting some grease in ya. The full English breakfast is the perfect way to kick off a match day. It's not like most people just go to the game and go home, not at Millwall anyway, we do the entire match day thing and this is where it starts for most of us, in a greasy spoon.

Ben points at the cafe behind him.

Ben: Gonna need that grease to hit the right spots because trust me, the beer, the copious amounts of beer that's gonna end up down ya by the end of the game, and the insane amounts after if you win.

Ben taps his chin.

Ben: Or lose come to think of it. Either way, getting a good start is essential people. So excuse me for just a little bit.

Ben turns and walks in the door, the door shutting behind him. Here's where the modern technological age kicks in as Ben walks out of the door forty minutes later, yet only mere seconds on the camera time. Ben rubs his mid section as he walks out of there, looking at the camera.

Ben: Now that's the right way to kick off the day, it's all about being smart people. This is the first hit of the three hit attack before the game, always do the three hit attack, always. Let's move on to the next shall we?

Ben walks off camera as the time in the bottom corner of the screen moves up by forty minutes, taking the time up to 10.30am. The camera cuts from the cafe to Ben standing outside a church, the church in the background.

Ben: Part two for the how I do match day is pretty much right here.

Ben looks behind him to see the church behind him but quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Look, I know I'm nervous as all hell, and think divine intervention might help my Millwall lot today, but no, behave, we're not at the point of asking for miracles. If we let in an early goal then I just might be, but right now, not just yet. I'm talking about getting me arse across the road there.

Ben points across the road to a blue shop with the word "Coral" above the door. The camera turns back to Ben.

Ben: It's a bookies mate.

Ben looks either side for traffic before deeming it safe to cross the road. He hurries quickly across the road, making it safely on the other side, followed by the camera. He turns to face the camera as he gets outside the door of the bookmakers.

Ben: You might think that there won't be a lot of footy on today, with it being Friday and the season over give or take a few finals to be played but there's bundles around Europe and a few horses having a little trot about. Always gotta get on in the bookies and throw a few quid down before going to the games.

Ben wags a finger at the camera.

Ben: But here's some blinding info for you lovely people, never bet on ya own team. Doesn't matter if ya the heavy faves, scoring thirty goals in ten games, and the other team has scored none in ten games, if you bet on ya own team, you will lose one nil, trust this bloke, it's happened a lot. Right, back with ya in a bit people, but you won't even notice.

Ben turns and walks in the door of the bookmakers and the clock in the corner rushes forward to 11.30am. Ben strolls out, a not so happy look on his face as he rips up betting slips.

Ben: The luck isn't in for this guy but I did not bet on Millwall. Lee Gregory to score first at 4-1 ain't a bad shout for any of ya with the gambling bone in ya.

Ben fires a double thumbs up towards the camera.

Ben: Right, that's the second thing ya do on a football day if ya me, third thing is me fave, oh yes people, it's time to hit the boozer and the boozer has just opened. Now be aware people, it's not even mid day yet so drink a little slower yeah? We all know what happens when we've been on the piss all day and going to a football match, just look at Wigan at Wembley, that was not fun. Anyway, little fast forward thing if you please.

The camera cuts out from outside the bookmakers and restarts outside a pub with the name "The Lord Nelson." Ben waves his finger at the camera.

Ben: We know you people have been here before, when I've been in England before, I brought ya here. Remember the Motown night a little while ago here? Yep, same place, close to me nan's place. Should give ya the heads up that it will probably be a little bit more quieter in here now that it was then.

Ben reaches up, pushing the door open. He steps inside to see one man sitting at the bar, and a man behind the bar. Ben quickly turns to the camera

Ben: If you remember the last time you was here, his name is Nigel... He supports Middlesboro and pronouncing no as now, but off track here.... Bloody hell, I've turned in to Melody Grace.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Pay me for the name drop later.... Or let me win at FIFA, either one.

Ben turns back, looking around the bar.

Ben: Quieter than I expected.

The man at the end of the bar quickly pipes up.

Man: Hide everything, Millwall's here.

Ben looks at the man, giving him a quick thumbs up.

Ben: We come out of hiding on days like these.

The man gives Ben a thumbs up, but Ben's voice catches Nigel's attention, causing him to turn around.

Nigel: Hello mate, back home for the football?

Ben breathes deep and nods.

Ben: Yes mate, got back yesterday from Japan, here for the game and out early tomorrow afternoon back to Japan, get there in time to work the show out there, then probably back to Havana or something for the week.

Nigel: Bloody hell.

Ben: Tell me about it. If it wasn't me own plane, I'd be racking up the old air miles for shit and giggles.

Nigel smiles at Ben.

Nigel: Fosters?

Ben: Yes please Nige, can't get used to that Japanese beer, lot of it made out of rice.

Nigel gives Ben a strange look as he points the Fosters glass under the beer tap and starts to pour. Ben waits patiently as the glass fills. Nigel puts the glass in front of Ben.

Nigel: Wanna start a tab?

Ben: Gotta be joking mate. Last time I started a tab in here, cost me hundreds.

Nigel smiles widely, thinking of that day.

Nigel: Well you did say everyone you knew could drink on it.

Ben: How pissed was I?

Nigel: All over the place.

Ben: Better just pay this time in cash.

Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a note, handing it to Nigel, who turns and makes his way to the till. Nigel moves back towards Ben, handing him the change as Ben picks up the full pint glass in his hand. Nigel turns to serve the only other man in the pub as Ben turns to the camera.

Ben: Never underestimate the importance of hitting the boozer before the football. Usually, it's filled with a bunch of lads talking loudly at each other and getting ya in the banter mood but at times like this, it's a chance to gather ya thoughts and breathe a bit, especially with a game like this, especially with so much on the line, especially when the nerves are kicking ya that much, nice calming pint of four will take the nerves and turn them in to a relaxing state of mind. Very important to be go to these things relaxed, or riots break out all over the place.

Ben takes a gulp of the cold beer.

Ben: Relaxation in a glass. Anyway people, that's my three steps to building up to match day. I'm going to the ground after a peaceful day, and now it's down to the team. This is how I do match day every time. Alright, I admit on a Saturday, ya usually get a few of the lads out but they're at work and I ain't so must suck to be those lot.

Ben grins

Ben: Right, if you lot wanna time jump again and catch me at the station, that'll be great. Pretty sure no one wants to continue to see me drink. Go on then... Get!

Ben waves the away and the camera fades to black.

******

The sign for an English underground station can be seen with the word "Surrey Quays" on as a few people pile out of the station. Behind them, Ben Jordan strolls out, breathing in deeply in the evening air as he starts his short walk to The Den in Bermonsey, South London on the all important play off second leg as his beloved Millwall go in to the game three one up from the away leg. He turns left outside of the station and starts to walk and talk.

Ben: Alright people.

Ben smiles as be walks down the street

Ben: Well it's here, and it's almost game time, we got an hour till kick off and the nerves are a little less at this point, so to me, this would be the perfect time to cut me promo thing and talk about my match on Sunday.

Ben takes a deep breath.

Ben: I know this is not an ideal scenario with all the travelling while I face a little bit of an unknown on the SCW roster. I know ya reap what ya sow and I was the one who made the challenge for this one. People said I was barmy for doing it and I get why cause I was the guy that openly called out Samuel McPherson to actually have a one on one match, something he's really not used to doing, but I made that choice on me Jack Jones to actually do this.

Ben stops at a small road, looking for traffic before deeming it safe to walk across.

Ben: I was the one that's been getting the messages saying I'm out of me box for putting myself in the position against a geezer who doesn't do many, if any, single matches in SCW because he's more comfortable holding Raab's hand in the ring. I get that, I understand that, because people ain't stupid, they know it's gonna go one of two ways. Either Sammy is gonna sit there and crumble, nerves get the better of him and he's gonna freeze under the lights, or he's gonna come out there swinging like a caged beast and try and get it done quick so he can go back to being as comfortable as he likes to be. I get that Raab and Samuel for some odd reason don't like being out of their comfort zones, everything about them screams this with everything they have. They're not used to stepping out of their comfort zones, and this is why I did it.

Ben stops at a zebra crossing as cars come down from his left hand side. A car stops and Ben puts his hand up in thanks towards the driver and moves across the road, past the little island in the middle and to the other side, before moving to his left and taking a right turn, crossing another road and walking along by a train line to his left and houses to his right.

Ben: Now don't think I did this just because I'm evil and all that stuff, really not the case people, I didn't do it to play games with Samuel because for the first time in his career, he and he alone is standing in the spotlight, while Raab sits around biting his nails, not my kinda game. I did it cause I believe in being fair and these fellas wanted a hardcore tag team match at Into The Void for the SCW Tag Team championships, and that is not really what me and JD are all about. We're wrestlers, we don't use chairs, tables, barbed wire and all that jazz, we don't go out there and try and make someone bleed like you two did to me, giving me a new war wound, that ain't us. We go out to entertain the people who pay their money to come see us do what we do. Anyone can swing a chair and get a reaction out of the crowd but what me and Jamie do gets reaction without being chair swinging monsters so your request had to be equalled. If you're pulling us out of our zone, then fairs fair about you in your zone.

Ben smiles as he can hear fans in front of him singing "No one likes us, we don't care, we are Millwall, Super Millwall, we are Millwall, from the Den."

Ben: Love it! Anyway, I had to make sure that things wasn't stacked so far towards you guys so I had to make the challenge, it was the right thing to do to get you to come have a go at us Samuel, to see if you had what it takes to break through your comfort zone and you are going to. Part of me is a little bit proud that you're actually doing it, that you're stepping in to the light yourself and actually having just a straight up normal one on one match in my comfort zone. It's no secret that I'm a decorated singles guy and if ya listen to Tommy Knocks, he's crying out for me to end up at the top of the ranks as a single guy, cheers Tommy, so Samuel, this must make you see that the advantage sits with me rather than you.

Ben continues to walk past three women, who see him and whisper and point, all three wearing Millwall shirts.

Ben: No need to stop for selfies today, Millwall fans don't do selfies on match day, on the way to the games, even the birds. It just ain't the Wall way.

Ben smiles as he comes to a railway bridge, stepping in to slight darkness and his voice echoing around.

Ben: I plan on taking full advantage of everything Samuel, absolutely everything. I got a point to prove here meself mate. The fact is, I have opened the cage with the monster inside, I reached down and lifted the lock and set you free and I need to prove that I can tame that beast, that I can live up to me billing, that I can show you all that I didn't just commit suicide by making this challenge. I gotta show that I can reap what I sow and Samuel mate, I intend to do that.

Ben exits the tunnel, his voice less echoey

Ben: This is a warm up to what's gonna happen in a couple of weeks, but on my terms, not yours. This is a chance to get one over on ya and get in ya melon a little bit. Jamie took care of Raab not too long ago, and I gotta do the same with you or I'm gonna look like a right bellend, a complete tosser and I hate looking like a proper bellend. Not cool to be one of those mate, so I'm gonna work to tame the beast, I'm gonna do all I can to show ya that I deserve to be a champion.

Ben walks through a second railway bridge tunnel, his voice returning to an echo.

Ben: This is me using my chance to get in your head Sammy, cause when I beat ya, you'll see that you couldn't beat me, Raab couldn't beat Jamie and as a collective, you couldn't be us as a team to claim the Tag Team Championships. You'll see that the only advantage you'd have going in to the match at Into The Void V would be because you have weapons to use. Gotta make ya wonder if ya real wrestlers or just crazy arse bar fighters really. Advantage might be with you in the match but mentally, you'll know it that we've already got ya beat.

Ben walks outside of the tunnel again, walking alongside more train lines and an overgrown grass area on the other side.

Ben: Once I take care of ya on Sunday mate, when ya look across the ring at Into The Void V, you'll see those two guys that have beat ya in every way we possibly could and all we'd have to do is beat ya in your own domain and me personally, can't speak for Jamie but I'm looking forward to it. It adds another string to my bow to survive a hardcore arse kicking and come out a winner.

Ben strolls on a little to see The Den in the not too far distance. A wide smile breaks out on his face as he see streams of other people, dressed in blue and yellow, making their way through the gates and towards the stadium.

Ben: And here I am. Sammy, I'm hoping tonight that my boys here get the win, just like I will when I'm in the ring with you on Sunday. Thanks for stepping out of Raab's shadow mate, but there's only one bloke that's gonna walk out winning this one son, and it's me.

Ben starts to walk towards the rest of the Millwall fans heading in to the stadium area.

Ben: Anyway, time to join the masses, pray for us people, I'll be an unhappy Ben if we don't win, you don't wanna see a unhappy Ben, do ya?

Ben pouts out his lower lip before smiling.

Ben: Gotta run. Laters people

Ben winks at the camera as it fades out for the last time.

46
Climax Control Archives / A night with the lads.
« on: February 26, 2016, 11:53:39 AM »
 A full sized mirror is seen and a pair of legs are seen at the bottom, silver suit pants and black shoes are seen. The camera moves up a male body to see a tucked in black shirt and hanging silver jacket before going  up to show the male face as Ben Jordan. Ben flicks his hair back and straightens his shirt collar as he looks in the mirror, looking behind himself at the camera.

Ben: When ya showing that shot, put in some banging music, something like Let's Ride by Kid Rock or something.

Ben clears his throat and turns around.

Ben: How are we today people? We good? Blinding. What a cracking two weeks it's been, eh? Life of a champion is a little bit crackers to say the least, but I did have a little bit of time where I could just relax and be a bit of me back home this week, and I let these lovely people follow me. Wanna see what I got up to? Roll it.



The sounds of "Get Ready" by The Temptations is heard playing through a bar. A long brown bar is seen with a very well stocked back bar and columns running from the bar to the ceiling. Bar stools filled by customers rest around the bar. The camera spins to see tables and chairs filled with people. The camera moves around to show the customers wearing clothes dating back to the sixties. The camera cuts to outside the building where the voice of Ben Jordan is heard.

Ben: Ok Ben, you look like a right tit, but it's Motown night, you're back in London, you're celebrating the title win around friends and family. You can stay dressed like this for a while.

A deep breath is heard as a hand is seen pulling open a door and the inside of the building is seen. The camera switches to the front of the door as Ben steps in, dressed in a long brown, all in one suit, afro, fake moustache, high heeled white platformed shoes and sunglasses, almost unrecognizable.... think this....

<img src=http://www.fancydressball.co.uk/big_images1/buccaneer-costume1-33432.jpg height="400" width="300">

Ben moves in to the bar, but is instantly called by the barman, causing Ben to nod at him as he moves closer to the bar.

Ben: Hello Nige mate.

The barman, now known as Nigel moves closer to Ben, reaching his hand out and shaking Ben's hand.

Nigel: I knew that was you Ben!

Ben: And there's me thinking no one's gonna know it's me dressed like this. How ya doing Nige?

Nigel: I'm all right! Fosters?

Ben nods towards Nigel who pulls up a glass and putting it under the Foster's tap and pouring up a pint of the Australian lager. After a few seconds, he places the beer in front of Ben.

Ben: Start a tab Nige, have a few on there yourself mate.

Nigel: Thanks Ben and congratulations on your title win. Where is it?

Ben wraps his fingers around the glass, lifting it from the bar.

Ben: Can't bring it down here on a night like this, people would nick the gold plate while I was distracted. Will bring it down here tomorrow.

Nigel nods as Ben turns around, seeing a group of four men standing at the end of the bar, not joining in with the fancy dress concept. Ben moves through the crowd, standing behind them.

Ben: I see you lot got in the spirit of things.

The trio turn around.

Ben: Sparky, Tone, Rob. Daz. Nice to see ya again.

Tony: Fucking hell Ben! Is that you under all that shit?

Ben nods as Tony puts his hand out, shaking it before hugging Ben. Ben turns to the other three and hugs them.

Ben: Yeah lads, somehow I found my way back to the Island, took the wrong turn outta Cali and ended up here.

Ben looks at their almost empty glasses and looks at Nigel hovering around nearby. He points at the glasses and Ben nods, sending Nigel to work.

Ben: I heard there was a party, I heard it was Motown, and had a feeling you lot would be haunting this place.

Ben flashes a smile at the four.

Rob: You just came here for a dance off.

Ben: I did but I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.

Rob puts his hands up towards Ben, before crossing one foot over the other and spinning around in a circle. He licks his fingers and runs them on his eyebrows, before pointing at Ben.

Ben: Yeah, I was right, I don't see anyone here worth a challenge.

Ben's comment gets a laugh from the others as Rob's face looks unimpressed at his long time friend. Ben turns his head, looking around at the women dressed in the style of the Motown era. Ben nudges Tony with his elbow.

Ben: All these birds and you ain't on 'em yet?

Tony: Early yet son.

Rob: What he means is he struck out more times than a box of matches already tonight.

Tony glares at Rob, lifting the middle finger. "Tracks of my Tears" starts to play and Rob turns to grin at Ben.

Rob: Gotta do the slide.

Ben spreads his legs slightly, before sliding his other leg towards him, as Rob does the same. The two slide past each other, and then back the other way, causing groans from the other three.

Tony: You two are fucking embarrassing.

Rob: You're jealous you don't have the moves.

Tony: Thank fuck I don't have the moves.

Tony shakes his head and turns around as two women approach, the blonde of the two speaks to Ben as the others turns back to the freshly poured beers.

Woman: People are saying you're Ben Jordan under all that costume.

Ben nods his head slowly at the woman.

Ben: People are right darling. I'm Ben Jordan.

Woman: Can we have a picture?

Ben: Yeah, no problem sweets, crack on.

The women stand next to Ben as the blonde hold up a phone, quickly snapping a picture of the three, but Rob quickly jumps in for a photo bomb as the woman his the capture button. She turns to look at Rob, who sheepishly backs away.

Woman: Can I take another?

Ben nods and the woman raises the camera again, to quickly take another picture of the three.

Woman: Thanks Ben. You should come and join me and my friends later for a drink.

Ben: Who's your friends?

The woman points to a long table where three other women sit, watching what's going on at a distance. Ben raises his glass towards them and looks back at the woman.

Ben: Can I bring this bunch of wallys with me?

The woman looks at Ben and towards his group of friends.

Woman: Sure, I guess.

Ben: Blinding, we'll catch ya in a bit.

The two women walk away as Tony looks towards Ben, slowly shaking his head at Ben.

Ben: What? That's how ya do it?

Tony: Yeah, let's not worry about the money, fame and all the rest you have.

Ben: Like the ruggedly good looks and killer smile?

Tony: Go home, you're drunk!

Tony's comment gets a grin out of Ben as he looks towards his group of friend.

Ben: I've oddly missed you lot of wrong uns!

The man known as Sparky turns his head to Ben.

Sparky: Pussy.

Ben opens his mouth in mock surprise and looks at his friend.

Ben: Fuck me, it speaks. I thought ya missus had took ya tongue as well as ya knackers mate. Good to hear ya had something else to say, other than moaning about Arsenal and how James Milner is the shittest footballer ever to pull on boots.

Before anyone else can say anything else, Tony quickly pipes up.

Tony: You know what we need right now lads?

Ben mumbles, slowly shaking his head.

Ben: Please don't say it, please don't say it....

Tony: Shots!

Ben: He said it.

Ben turns his head towards Tony, slowly shaking it.

Ben: Bit early for that malarky mate.

Tony: What happened to you over there? Did the watered down beer make you scared of real booze or something?

Tony's comment causes Ben to scoff.

Ben: Nah, let's be honest. Start drinking them now, we know what's gonna happen. Rob will randomly start singing in the street, Daz will go home and wake his baby, you'll wake up on a random birds sofa because you'll pass out before you can get the engine started, Sparky will wake up next to a kebab, and I'll end up dancing here in me boxers.

Tony: Sounds like a blinding night to me.

Rob: Yeah, I've had worse nights.

Ben strokes the fake moustache on his face.

Ben: Fuck it, get 'em in!



The camera returns to Ben's smiling face, this time, Ben has the SCW Tag Team championship over his shoulder.

Ben: So much fun eh? Needless to say that Rob randomly started singing Uptown Girl in the street to an audience of none, Daz went home and woke his young baby up, giving him a few nights in the doghouse, Tony pulled a cracker and woke up on her sofa without doing the dirty deed, Sparky woke up next to a kebab, but happy ending, he ate it in the morning, and as for me, well, we all know I ended up dancing on a table, in me boxers and an afro. I miss those nights home with the boys, always entertaining.

A wide grin crosses his face.

Ben: But now on to more pressing matters, on to what's at hand right now and in a way, it's a bit of a clash of the champions in a way cause Blast From The Past starts and I've got me this bad boy belt here and I'm up against a newly crowned champion in Steve Ramone. First off, I wanna talk to me partner here. Alright Raynin love. I know ya love to win and stuff and I ain't planning to let ya down, but one step at a time, right?

Ben nods firmly.

Ben: I got faith in ya to do what ya gotta do, so I'll do what I gotta do too and dear God, I couldn't have asked for a better chance here. Steve Ramone, it's like the random booking Gods wanted to help a cockney out this week cause remember the last time I was in a ring with Stevie boy? I do, was only a couple of weeks ago at My Bloody Valentine II. For those people who have a memory with more holes in than a goal net. I grabbed Stevie and took away his dream of becoming the SCW World champion, I took away his chance of winning two titles in one night after being the challenger to both, something no one has ever done in SCW before. I stole his chance to create a bit of history there, so it's no surprise he had a hissy fit, threw his toys out of the pram and helped someone dump me over the top rope. Know what's sad about that Stevie?

Ben wags his finger at the camera.

Ben: I had the same chance to do the same thing and ya took that away from me, just cause I was playing by the rules and you didn't fancy doing the same. I'm not usually a vengeful bloke really, I live and let live, there's way to much bollocks in the world than for me to hold a grudge about something like this, because I'm proud to be a champ with me mate, but I ain't gonna say no to kicking ya in the crackers once time just for what you did to me. I don't feel robbed, I don't feel cheated, but I wouldn't have minded being a double champ for a couple of weeks, just like you wouldn't have, so being as I got a chance to teach ya something, I will teach ya that hissy fits just ain't the way forward. Trust me Stevie, you'll live longer and stop people wanting to kick the living daylights out of ya if ya just reeled yourself in a little bit buddy.

Ben smiles, pulling the title belt higher on his shoulder.

Ben: I do get this weird ol' feeling that we're gonna see a very different Steve Ramone this week, if ya social media crap is anything to go by. You can almost feel Twitter about to collapse under that ego there and I get this nasty feeling that you will be trying to turn Climax Control in to the Steve Ramone show, but here's the issue mate. You can build up to whatever ya want but if ya can't back it up at the end of the night, than you've wasted ya time and this is the problem, because you'll be building things up all night, I can smell it but at the end of the night, you'll just be the same geezer you was before, and on ya back, looking at the lights and not hearing ya name announced as the winner. It's a place you've been for a while. The title doesn't make the man Stevie, the man makes the title and you are the same geezer you was a week before My Bloody Valentine II. The only thing that belts done is blown up your mind, no change to ya wrestling ability and I have no Scooby why you think it has and could turn you in to superman this week, but fact is Stevie, belt or not, it doesn't change what's at the roots. This thing here don't make me better.

Ben runs his hand along the top of his belt and smiles.

Ben: Will never get tired of groping this bad boy. Anyway, having this hasn't changed me in the way the Roulette title seems to have changed our old mate Stevie. Because I won this, I don't see me as invincible, but I do see meself as a bloke who now has to lift his game to do the strap proud. I don't instantly think I got it, so now I'm instantly better. Fact is, you're a champ, you grab the chance by the bollocks, you lead, and you keep going to improve more and more. This thing don't give me super powers or anything, and Steve, you gotta see the same for yourself. That belt mate, doesn't instantly lift your ability through the roof, ya still on the same level you was before, ya just got some brand new jewelry to show off. If ya motivation was to be a champion, you now need to find the motivation to keep going. The chase for you is over Steve, you've caught the title and now you need to find a reason to go on, I got mine Stevie.

Ben taps the side of his head and smiles.

Ben: I've made a big deal about not getting title shots and all that, and when I did, I won this one, and I know there's no titles on the line Stevie, but beating another champion would be a good feather to add to me hat, a good string to add to the bow, and well, beating a champion who never knows what kinda match he's gonna be in sounds like a blinder to me. I have all the respect in the world for anyone that has ever held that title cause it's not an easy one to keep ya mits on but beating the geezer who has the belt is motivation enough for me to keep me focused.

A smile crosses Ben's face as he gives a thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: Of course, I also like winning, which helps. Everyone loves to win and I'm only human. I mean none of us like getting our arses handed to us so I'm gonna do what I can so you don't be handing my arse to me. I'll be going at it like a bat outta hell to try and show that I deserve to kick me arse through this tournament for the sake of me partner and me personal pride. Trust me, it's all pride and ego free over here Stevie, it's like the opposite of you.

Ben's eyes widen.

Ben: Holy Bejesus! I am the anti Steve Ramone! I am the light side to his darkness. He's driven by ego, I'm driven by pride. Bloody hell.

Ben stands and shudders at the thought before continuing.

Ben: There's me sitting here talking like Steve's actually gonna make it to the ring on Sunday. Picture the scene people. Steve goes on a huge ego kick, all over the show giving someone the chance to take him out before he even gets anywhere near the ring. I ain't talking about me people, taking someone out before a match ain't my style, just not part of me DNA.

Ben waves his finger in front of his face with a firm head shake.

Ben: I'm talking about Alexis! The bird is a proper little wildcat and she don't like you much Stevie. Can't say I really blame her, but telling ya, don't get too close, she'll rip ya Jacobs off and use them as marbles if ya give her half the chance.

Ben lowers his eyebrows with a look of pain on his face.

Ben: I get the feeling I'm not really the one you have to worry about in this match Steve, I get the feeling Alexis is the one you should be keeping an eye on cause that bird be nuttier than squirrel crap. Seriously, she's more nuts than a Snickers bar.

Ben smiles and slowly nods.

Ben: Gotta level with ya, I ain't even at looking at getting in it with Alexis, scares me a little bit. She looks like she'll bite if ya get too close, like True Blood vampire bite thingy. Seriously, little bit worried that my anti Alexis spray won't work, but people, I am taking bets on if Steve and Alexis do end up mixing it up and who would win. Alexis is heavy favourite though people, just tweet me ya bets and all that and we'll see.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: All I know is that I'm coming out firing and trying to kick us in to round two, pick up a win over a champion and get to defending that title of mine in front of those good people who cheered me on to get as far as I have done.

Ben straightens his collar once more and smiles.

Ben: Right people, I got some place to be at this moment in time, so thanks for listening to me rabbit on a bit and I'll see ya on Sunday.

Ben winks at the camera once more.

Ben: Laters people!

The camera fades out.

47
Climax Control Archives / What was I thinking?
« on: January 29, 2016, 05:48:52 AM »
 Early morning breaks somewhere in California. A man is seen sitting on a bench as the sun starts to peek up above the tall surrounding buildings. The camera moves closer to the man on the bench to see him as SCW star, Ben Jordan. Ben, wearing silver suit pants and a white shirt with three buttons undone, looks weary eyed as he squints. He looks around himself, looking to see where he is. Leafless trees surround him, and grass covers the floor, a park of some sort. He squints his eyes to see a lake in the close distances. A yawn escapes the Englishman's lungs, jumping out quickly before he can cover his mouth, as a cyclists moves past him. Standing up, he stretches his arms up, his body clicking as he stands.

Ben: Not even sure what the bloody hell I was doing last night to end up here.

Another yawn escapes his lips, this time, he quickly covers his mouth. A second or two passes before he speaks to himself.

Ben: Right Benny boy, think a bit here son. What the bloody hell did you get up to last night? Why the heck are we in a parky thing? And please tell me I still got me old dog with him.

Ben reaches in to his pocket, feeling around for a few seconds before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Ben: Hello rover.

Ben puts his phone back in his pocket and looks around.

Ben: Yank parks always have coffee places in, right? Like some geezer who stands around selling coffee to everyone. Need to find me one of them, cause coffee right now would be proper blinding. Best place for a coffee gaff would be near a lake. Makes good business sense, people turn up, feed the ducks, buy over priced park coffee.

Ben starts walking towards the lake as he shakes his head, trying to get the mist to lift from his memory. More park goers come in to view, some sitting on the neatly cut grass lawn, others walking past on their way to work. Ben stops and looks around, looking in to the camera, jumping at the sight of it.

Ben: Blimey, how long have you been there?

He looks at the camera, as if to expect an answer.

Ben: You film me sitting on the bench there without me having a scooby about it and didn't even gimme a nudge or bring coffee. Listen son, you could get nicked for filming people without them knowing in a park, called voyeurism mate.

Ben breaks in to a smile as he looks at the man behind the camera.

Ben: Well as you're here, got a question or two to ask ya. One, do you have a scooby where I can get coffee around this place, and two, do you have any inkling of what I got up to last night?

The camera shakes from side to side as if to indicate no. Ben scratches his head as a frown forms on his face.

Ben: Well you're here for a reason, like be having a rabbit about me match with Grimm, eh?

The camera moves up and down and Ben smiles, giving a thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: To be honest, got a couple of things to have a chin wag about, but this bloke needs that stuff that someone describes to me as dirty dishwater.

Ben points towards the camera.

Ben: You know who you are.

A smile crosses the cockneys face as he winks. He points behind himself and jerks his head to the side.

Ben: Walk with me, talk with me, put up subtitles on the bottom for the people who can't work out what I'm banging on about. FYI, if you don't know the stuff dropping from me gob, please send this to Jonesy and he might find a bit of time to translate it for ya.

Ben turns to walk towards the lake, talking as he walks towards the gleaming water.

Ben: Last week was a bundle of fun wasn't it. First off having a giggle with The Surf Boys, then defeating them and winning a match with Jonesy carrying me arse, and getting an answer and present from Cons... Cheers for the bugs pants mate, never owned a pair like 'em before. To top it all off, Cons and Timmy went on to beat Raab and his fella to keep the tag belts, so I didn't look like a complete tit by making the challenge in the first place.

Ben turns and puts a thumb up to the camera.

Ben: Well done fellas, but that means that Jonesy and meself are likely to get a shot at those lovely jubbly belts at My Bloody Valentine II. That gets me more excited than a teenager in a titty bar. Connor, Tim, I'm looking forward to that more than you'll ever know, can't bloody wait.

A female jogger runs past Ben, raising her hand with a quick wave in Ben's direction.

Jogger: Hey Ben! Great night last night.

She continues to jog past, not stopping for any kind of conversation.

Ben: Alright darling... Wait...

Ben lowers his eyebrows in a look of confusion.

Ben: I have bugger all clue who the frick that was.

He quickly brushes it off with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ben: Moving on, where was I? Oh yeah, excited. That win over The Surf Boys kicked us in the right direction, and gave us a blinding chance to kick on from there by beating former tag champs, but tonight, me and Jonesy gotta do things on our own. I got Grimm, he got Goth.

Ben taps the side of his head.

Ben: I see what you're doing here boss men. I am smarter than the average Ben here. Anyone else remember when Grimm and Goth were tag team champions?

Ben winks.

Ben: This fella does. What these boss people have done is given me and Jonesy a chance against other former tag team champions but in singles matches, you smart fuckers you.

Two men stumble past Ben, one of them grabs his friend by the shirt with one hand and points to Ben, while talking to his friend.

Man 1: Dude! It's that guy!

Man 2: What guy man? I'm still a little drunk.

Man 1: That guy from last night.

He points to a confused Ben who looks at the two.

Man 2: OOOOOOH That guy!

The two move towards Ben, still looking confused.

Man 1: You was epic last night man! Completely epic.

Ben: Thanks fellas. It was fun...

Not having a clue what he's talking about, Ben nods at the duo and smiles.

Man 2: You so need to do that again. It was awesome.

Ben: Ummm, yeah, maybe. Anyway fellas, gotta be going, have a good un!

Ben gives a nod as the two men walk away, Ben looks down the camera confused.

Ben: I have no clue what I did last night, but sounds like drunk Ben had it large.

Ben turns to walk away a little more

Ben: Anyways, as I was saying, SCW pulled a great one off by putting me and Jonesy in single matches against tag team champions from the past, but this one means a little bit more to me. Not too long ago, Brother Grimm defeated me, which shocked more than a few peeps out there, honestly, it shocked me a little bit that Grimm got one over on me. I ain't saying I'm unbeatable or what not, but I think I didn't expect it. Me confidence was on a high, and I thought I was flying close to the sun, but like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun and me wings of wax and feathers disappeared and I came crashing down  and landed with a thump. Losing to Grimm, it opened me peepers and gave me a chance to have a proper butchers of what was happening around me. I should probably thank Grimm for grounding me a little bit, but I ain't gonna let that happen again.

Ben reaches the lake front before spying a coffee stall in the distance. He points his finger towards it.

Ben: That's what I'm talking about.

Ben starts to move in that direction but continues to talk.

Ben: It was a rough feeling after the match to come back to the dressing room knowing I lost, knowing I made mistakes out there and that I was so far off me game, everyone was playing something else, but it's something I learned from. It's something that I know I never wanna feel again, it was a downer for me, it kicked me square in the nuts and it was something I had to bounce meself back from. I did that, but like that team talk on football manager reminding the team to get revenge for the last match ya played against the same opposition, that's exactly the team talk I gave meself in an assertive tone, because I need to get meself a slight measure of revenge against one of the few geezers who can say they've beat me. I ain't talking about cheat and beat him up after the match for revenge, that ain't me kinda game, but I will be trying to get the three count.

Ben continues to move in the direction he wants to go, and people look at him as he passes.

Ben: Wouldn't be much of a wrestler if I wasn't trying to get the three count, know what I mean?

Ben reaches the coffee stall and the man's face instantly lights up with a wide grin.

Coffee guy: Ben! Good to see you! I thought you'd be passed out somewhere after last night.

Ben scratches his head and looks at the man as he holds a cup under a coffee machine.

Coffee guy: I've seen that look before and I got the cure for that. Coffee, black.

He reaches the disposable cup around and hands it to a grateful Ben.

Ben: Cheers mate, but I have no clue what I did last night.

The man tilts his head back, looking at Ben.

Coffee guy: It was awesome.

Ben: So I heard, but could do with a bit more than that.

The guy reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a phone. Tapping buttons on the front of it, he quickly unlocks the phone and navigates to where he wants to go. He holds the phone up towards Ben as a video plays....

VIDEO FOOTAGE FROM LAST NIGHT!

A clearly drunk Ben stands on a stage as the song "Sympathy For The Devil" starts to play. Holding a beer bottle for a microphone. Ben lips syncs along to the words, his lips pressed out in Mick Jaggar style.

"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste"

He struts along the stage with his hand on his hip in true Jaggar style turning his head to the crowd with his lips pursed out. He reaches down and grabs his belt before whipping it off as a crowd of nearby women clap him. He reaches for the button and pops open his silver pants button before dropping his suit pants to the floor revealing Avengers boxer shorts. Completely missing the next verse out, he continues to lip sync in to the bottle.

"Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name"

Ben moves towards the table of women and jumps on a nearby chair, shaking his hips to the screaming women.

Back in the present, Ben shrugs at the man.

Ben: Pretty standard night out for me. At least I found me strides afterwards. Usually lose em.

Coffee guy: Same again tonight?

Ben nods his head at the man with a smile.

Ben: Wouldn't miss it.

The camera fades as Ben grins.

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Climax Control Archives / Don't Worry, Be Happy
« on: January 22, 2016, 07:31:41 AM »
 Another beautiful Havana day greets us as the sun beats down early morning outside the home of Ben Jordan. The brown wooden door creeks open and the man himself walks out dressed in khaki combat shorts, a white buttoned up short sleeved shirt, sunglasses handing from the collar, and sandels on his feet. The camera moves in closer, focusing on Ben and down to his sandels before back to Ben's face.

Ben: What? If they're good enough for Jesus...

Ben pulls the door closed behind him, locking the door with a key and dropping the jinggling set in to his pocket, before buttoning the pocket up. He takes the sunglasses from the front of his collar and places them over his eyes.

Ben: Welcome to a fine Havana morning people, you know who I am, that's why ya watching this ol' thing. People bang on about themes to their promos and all that jazz, and I haven't really thought about it too much, but I guess this one is gonna reflect me opponents this week.

Ben turns, moving a move down the steps in front of him, jumping down one at a time.

Ben: Trust me, lot harder coming up these bad boys when you've had a mojhito or seven, but anyways.

He reaches the bottom, looking across at the sea wall, just across the road from him.

Ben: My opponents this week are proper laid back fellas, don't take life too serious and has a ton of fun while they're doing it. Of course it's The Surf Boys.

Ben looks either side of the road, his eyes aware for oncoming traffic. Seeing none, he strolls across the road and looks at the sea.

Ben: Takes me breath away every time I get me 'aris out of the house.

He turns his eyes back to the camera.

Ben: This people reflects everything you need to know about Narly and Radical, this is a piece of them, ya know?

Ben turns to his right, walking past an older gentleman. Ben quickly nods his head to the man.

Ben: Morning mate.

The man nods back towards Ben has he keeps on walking, the camera catching the almost clear blue water to the side of Ben.

Ben: They're chilled out poeple, without the need of Netflix, they worry about nothing at all, and that my friends is the way forward. It's part of the reason I moved to this place cause I wanna be just like them in so many ways.

He puts his hands up as he turns to the camera on his right hand side.

Ben: Not in the way where I get attacked by farm yard animals, and sea creatures and stuff, that's really not my kinda game, but when you look back on these two geezer, they have been around for donkeys, people get proper excited when they see their name mentioned on the shows and they have fun, that's what I wanna be when I grow up.

Ben winks at the camera before continuing to walk, quickly stepping down three steps cut in stone. In front of him lies a busy street market, fresh fish caught directly from the ocean and sold on stalls minutes later, fresh fruit, clothes and fabrics are all seen hanging from stalls.

Ben: Imagine this right on ya doorstep, doing ya shopping here, kicks Asda and Tesco's right in the nuts.

Ben scratches his head.

Ben: For you Americans, think Walmart, that's what I'm banging on about.

Ben puts two thumbs up to the camera and continues walking.

Ben: Anyways, lost me train of thought thinking about smart price brands and stuff.

Ben clicks his finger

Ben: Oh yeah, being like The Surf Boys. They've done something else I wanna do, and I don't mean jump in that water, they've held those Tag Team Championships that Jonesy and I really wanna get our hands on. Really wanna get me mits on those bad boys.

Ben walks past a fruit stall and the man behind it picks up a nearby fruit and loops it in the air towards Ben, before callinghis name. Ben turns and catches the yellowy green fruit as gravity takes over and fires a quick thumbs up.

Ben: Cheers mate, will catch ya on the way back as usual.

The man tips his hat to Ben as Ben faces the camera.

Ben: Do it every morning. Still can't work out what this thing is though, but it ain't half bad.

He looks at the fruit in his hand before moving on down the market a little more.

Ben: Anyways, back to those Tag Titles. I made a challenge, waiting on Cons to let me know and someone books them to face Raab and his fella, which means I look like a complete donut for making that challenge, but end of the day, doesn't matter if it's Raab and his bloke, or Connor and Tim, the goal is still there, no one has moved the goal posts and I know that the focus stays the same.

Ben taps the side of his head as he continues to stroll along at a slow steady pace.

Ben: Now I know so many have written The Surf Boys off in this situation, but it's not the case to write them off when they've actually knocked people on their arses that you didn't expect. It doesn't matter how many wins or loses ya have, when ya get that lovely, lovely gold, it shows you got something there and I'm pretty damn aware of that, and I reckon they wouldn't mind grabbing the belts again, they beat us, they will have their shot but the thing is, we ain't gonna turn up just to lose this one.

Ben nods towards a younger woman who gives him a wave, before continuing to talk.

Ben: Tag division is heating up something rotten right now, you got poeple like The Surf Boys back on TV, you got The Nobodies, The Monstimals, looks like you got that CJ fella and Eric Steel knocking about too. Grimm saves Jamesy boy last week, that could be a team for all I know, things are getting hotter than a Playboy shoot there, but I can tell ya, me and Jonesy wanna be top of the pops with this one, we wanna be the team everyone's chasing.

Ben moves through the crowd and moves to another sea wall. He leans his elbow on the top of it, looking down at the water crashing against it.

Ben: When ya being chased, it's no worry to me, you accept the fact everyone wants to come after what you have, I'm chilled at that point and that people is where ya should be in life. The Surf Boys prove that's possible and that's what I'm after and it all starts with a big three points for Jonesy and meself when we come up against you fellas. Step one, beat some former champs, step two, get the shot, step three, win the belts and relax.

Ben points his finger at the camera.

Ben: That's what it's all about my friends, not worrying and being happy and when we get through with The Surf Boys, I ain't gonna worry no more because Jonesy and meself are heading up to the top of the division, we're heading for the gold and like Mo Farah having a little jog, we won't stop till that gold is in our mits.

Ben smiles.

Ben: Anyway my lovely people, I gotta get going, I gotta race some redhead to Vegas, in the mean time, don't worry be happy, be like The Surf Boys and relax. I'll catch ya all on Sunday! Laters people.

Ben salutes the camera as the scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Starting over
« on: November 13, 2015, 05:22:40 PM »
 Tall white walls are seen as the camera opens, a villa type house, white from the ground to the top, where it's met by a slanted red roof on this two storey abode. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze by a pool as the camera moves slightly out, showing the surrounding area. The main building is seen to be on a slight hill, making the upstairs balcony cut in to the skyline behind. The camera moves down to the front of the building, showing a few steps, cut in stone, leading to a brown door, and the bottom of the steps, Ben Jordan stands, with a second person, a middle aged female with tanned skin and long flowing dark hair, holding a clipboard in her hand. Her hazel eyes stare around at the casually dressed Ben, standing in beige shorts, a white short sleeved buttoned up shirt, a pair of flip flops and brown fedora hat, with a black band around the base. On the floor sits a huge looking backpack, as if he was to take a camping trip, as well as another long bag. The woman speaks at Ben, with a heavy Spanish accent.

Woman: All you need to do Mr Jordan is sign here and she belongs to you.

Ben looks at the house with an admiring glance as the woman holds out the clipboard with a pen in her hand.

Ben: Let's do it darling.

Ben takes the pen and signs a document attached to the clipboard. He hands the board back to her and nods.

Woman: Congratulations Mr Jordan, you now own this wonderful villa.

Ben looks at the woman with a smile.

Ben: Thanks sweet, pretty damn happy to be here.

The woman reaches in to her pocket, pulling out a set of keys and handing them to Ben.

Woman: Are you sure you didn't want it.

Ben puts a hand up, quickly shaking his head sharply.

Ben: Nah love, fresh start and all that stuff you know. You get out there and enjoy that commission. Should be able to have a few wild uns with that.

The woman looks at Ben blankly, before nodding and smiling. She turns away and walks out of the camera shot. Ben looks up at the house before looking back towards the camera.

Ben: Alright people. As you probably figured out, I ain't homeless anymore.

Ben reaches down, picking up the backpack, lifting it over his shoulder as an "umpth" passes his lips. He reaches down once more, picking up the longer bag. He talks without looking towards the camera.

Ben: Welcome to my new gaff SCW people, right here in Havana, Cuba. Yep, I bought meself this nice little drum and it just so happened that I'd be working here in the same week, spooky eh?

Ben just turns his head to the camera with a slight nod.

Ben: This ain't a bad little place, admittingly, it's no bazzilion bedroom, underground place that I had back home, but it's got a few rooms, keeps the rain off me head and it's right where I can see the sea. Always did have a thing for the water. Oi camera guy, show the lovely people the water.

Ben flicks his head backwards, pointing towards the water as the camera man spins around, showing the almost clear blue seas crashing in to the walls of the Havana harbour in the not too far distance, wave after wave hitting the white walls as tall, shiny glass buildings are seen in the background. The camera moves back around to Ben, who is halfway up the stone steps. He waves out to the cameraman.

Ben: Come on, get ya arse in gear and keep up.

The camera moves up to catch up with Ben, who smiles at his watch on his left arm.

Ben: Took ya time, didn't ya?

He smiles down the camera before continuing.

Ben: I know you guys out there that are like the wise ol' owl are probably wondering how I can get a place out here like that, but I've been working on it for a bit. Turns out if ya have a bit of money, they welcome ya in to the country with open arms. So arms was open and I gave it a big hug. Sunshine in November, friendly people, a view like this, not too bad for a bloke from the East End of London.

Ben walks up a few more steps, reaching the front door and putting the key in the lock as the camera man keeps up with him.

Ben: I know a lot of my fellow work people don't watch these things so are probably wondering why Cuba. Quick refresher course for you people if you don't have the decency to watch peoples work. Basically I went home for a while with me then bird to try and be normal, me then bird decided to up and leave for no reason, giving me the Spanish Archer.... Ya know, El Bow. I got myself a little chunky, where me gut was hanging over me pants, Christian called me, saved me arse and gave me something to aim at, I lost me flab, came back, kicked Travis Nathaniel Andrews in the knackers, sold me place back home for more than it was worth cause I was selling it, gave pretty much everything I own to charity cause I didn't need it, what I did need, Christian was decent enough to let me ship it to Vegas to SCW HQ until I got a new gaff, spent me time in hotels on the tour and then bought this place.... Think that's it, right?

Ben stands as if he's waiting for an answer before nodding.

Ben: Good-o! Anyway so this right here is me fresh start, trust me people, can't get fresher than this.

Ben turns the key, the lock quickly clicking and Ben thrusts the door forward, walking inside the newly bought home. He beckons the camera man to follow and he does, stepping in a narrow hall leading to a bigger room. The camera moves inside to see the room is completely empty.

Ben: Now this me ol' mucker is what I mean by fresh, starting over again. There's not a bloody thing in here at all, not a thing, just emptiness.

Ben places the long bag down to his side, gently placing it on the floor and slides the backpack from his back.

Ben: But I got what I need for the night without having to worry too much.

Ben unzips the backpack, reaching in and pulling out a big clump of plastic, unrecognisable by it's form. He looks at the camera man, with lowered eyebrows.

Ben: What? It's a self inflating blow up mattress.

Ben continues to pull it from the bag before stopping and looking back at the camera.

Ben: Oh I bet I know what you thought... Dirty mind there.

The camera man stumbles for words behind the camera but Ben throws the blow up mattress on the floor, pressing a button on the side and watching air causing it to form and take shape. He drops the backpack on the floor and unzips the other bag, pulling a cooler from it and placing it on the floor.

Ben: We got beer which is proper essential to the Cockney lifestyle, so is entertainment.

Ben reaches in to the bag and pulls out a football, soccer ball to you Americans. He throws it in the air and catches it before looking back at the camera.

Ben: Look, I got a big ol' empty place here, and no one to yell at me for having a kick around in the house, telling me I'm gonna break things, cause there's no one else here and I got nothing to break anyway. So that's me entertainment sorted out there.

Ben bounces the ball on the floor before kicking the ball against a wall and watching it spin off in a completely different direction from where he's standing.

Ben: What? I didn't exactly say I was a Messi or Ronaldo with the ball at me plates, but I ain't half bad either.

Ben shrugs his shoulders as the mattress stops letting air in to it.

Ben: Now we spoke about the past with what I have done, you've looked at me present, and now we have to look at the future and in this geezers immediate future is a fella by the name of Brother Grimm.

Ben reaches down and grabs a beer from the cooler, quickly popping the top off.

Ben: This is a new one for me cause I've never faced this fella before, but I know what he's all about. I've seen him knock around here long enough to know what his deal is. You're like that classic horror story with the supernatural twist. Like you're not a straight up axe murderer slasher style bloke, you're the haunt the mind kinda guy. Me old Nan used to tell me stories like that to scare the daylights out of me for little things, like the boogeyman was gonna get me if I didn't eat me veg or something and I won't lie, it used to scare the bejesus outta me when I was a kid, but that's something I ain't anymore. I grew up a lot and you stop losing the fear. We're not born with fear mate, we're born in innocence, it's about fearing the unknown and what people put in our heads, but I'm not a geezer who lets fear overtake me at all.

Ben takes a gulp of beer, looking in the camera.

Ben: I learned a long time ago that fear in just in the head. It's nothing to do with just being a brave bloke or whatever, it's to do with telling yourself to be calm in some situations, so I'm not buying in to the whole fear thing in this one. I look at ya as a normal man, talented at what ya do, I mean every time that kid knows you're around, funky smells come from his direction, so you do what you do very well, but I don't have that fear that he has, I don't see this as more than another match. Halloween has gone to me, everyone's had their fun and sugar rushes this is back to business.

Ben tilts his head to the side, looking thoughtfully in to the camera.

Ben: Don't take me wrong mate, I'm not daft as a brush, I don't plan on taking ya any less serious because of who you are and stuff, you picked up some decent wins in your time and probably the most underrated star in SCW, shoulda moved on to bigger and better things by now, but ya stuck midcard with me. You probably deserve better son, but being as I see ya as a fella who should have gone on to better things by now, I'm gonna do what I can to get that win. I'm gonna do what I think I need to do to get meself noticed.

Ben takes another quick gulp of his beer.

Ben: Do you know mate, for a bloke who cleaned up in ACW, I haven't had a single title shot in SCW in any of my runs? Madness eh, while you have and won them, so I gotta look at you as a chance to prove meself to some people, to show them that I can hang. I mean I haven't lost too many matches in my entire SCW career, so a good win against you might make them take notice. I didn't come back just to make up the numbers. I came back to get meself known a bit more, to actually hit the ultimate goal of winning an SCW championship.

Ben moves around, sitting down on the blow up mattress.

Ben: I'm one of the very few that don't quickly run to twitter to moan about booking, you know who you are people, how about a bit of appreciation to people who work hard to give ya a spot on TV?

Ben places his hand out, palms out to the camera.

Ben: Me? I appreciate being on television and it doesn't matter if I'm taking on Brother Grimm or Mr Bean, you're getting my all in that ring, you're getting everything I got to say thank you to the fans. They spend their wonga to come see us, they deserve us to give it our all and Brother Grimm, that simply means that I'm bringing all I got to try and get past ya. I'm gonna bring to this one up a notch son cause I'm coming out swinging. I gotta impress to be noticed and you'll be a decent name to add to my list Grimm.

A thoughtful look crosses Ben's face, before turning slightly more serious.

Ben: Ya know Grimm, this whole year has been a bit of a nightmare for me. When you make someone your number one, help them all ya can and they just toddle off for no reason, it don't get much worse than that, it was my own personal hell. Nothing you can do to me in this match is gonna make it any worse than having lived through that, I'm all nightmared out from those months past, so I don't have to fear any mind game or whatever you throw at me. My feet were already warmed up by the fires of my own hell, yours isn't gonna effect me.

Ben places the beer next to him on the floor.

Ben: I appreciate the challenge and all that but I think with all the rubbish messing with my head this year, should be immune to ya games. Looking forward to getting in the ring with ya though.

Knock knock!

A voice yells out, Ben looks down the camera with a shrug

Ben: Probably a new neighbour or something.

Without an invitation, Jamie Dean walks in the room, wearing tight white shiny pants, a pink tank top and reflective sunglasses. Jamie pulls off his sunglasses.

Ben: The fuck?

Jamie: Beeeeeeeeeen!

Ben quickly gets to his feet, moving towards Jamie.

Ben: Are you following me still? I thought I got rid of ya in Puerto Rico.

Jamie moves next to Ben, his hand on Ben's shoulder as he looks him.

Jamie: You have to be so much faster than that to give me the slip.

Ben: Why couldn't you have been a True Blood vampire where I'd have to invite you in before ya walked in?

Ben sighs as Jamie looks around the empty room.

Jamie: I love what you've not done with the place, it's very... How would you put it?

Ben: Empty.

Jamie nods his head slowly, looking around the room more.

Jamie: Minimal. Yes, that's the term I would use.

Ben: Well, to be fair mate, I only moved in like ten minutes ago, haven't had a chance to work out if there's an Ikea around here or something.

Jamie: Ikea? Did the little redhead take your taste away when she left?

Ben can't help but smile at Jamie's wit as he shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, I just don't really need a lot to be honest. Why cook when ya got some places around here that sell fresh out the water fish? So don't need a lot in the kitchen. Bedroom, need a bed and wardrobe, in here, a sofa and TV.

Jamie: And how much of that do you have?

Ben nervously scratches his cheek with left hand.

Ben: Well, honestly, I got bugger all.

Jamie's eyes light up, a wide smile on his face as he looks at Ben.

Jamie: Do you know what that means?

Ben: That's I'm sleeping on the floor, drinking from a cooler and kicking a football around for entertainment?

Jamie playfully taps Ben on the arm.

Jamie: It means a shopping trip!

Ben opens his mouth widely, a big smile on his face and his palms open widely to his side.

Ben: That sounds.... fabulous!

Jamie cranks his neck back, a look of surprise on his face as his voice deepens.

Jamie: Really?

Ben: No, you muppet!

Jamie rolls his eyes at Ben as Ben smiles widely at him.

Ben: Don't be a plonker all your life mate. I don't really need a whole lot around here.

Jamie: But you need something, this place needs life, it needs character and who better to help you get character in to a place like this than me?

Ben: Because you're gay.

Jamie puts his hand on his chest, his mouth wide open as he looks at Ben with surprise.

Jamie: I am? I wish someone would have told me that? Although that does explain so many things!

Ben: Well ain't you a bundle of laughs.

A smile passes Ben's face as he looks away.

Jamie: It's stereotypical that every gay man knows the ins and outs of interior design.

Ben: Well, do you or don't you?

Jamie lifts his shoulders up in a shrug, as he tilts his head to the left and nods.

Jamie: Yeah, but it's still so stereotypical.

Ben: I know I'm gonna regret this but you wanna work your magic here.

Jamie: Of course, but first let's decorate this place.

Jamie nudges Ben in the side with his elbow, while Ben slowly shakes his head while looking at the floor.

Ben: Regretting it already.

Jamie rests his hand on Ben's shoulder.

Jamie: Now, let's talk heart shaped beds.

Ben: Let's not.

The camera starts to fade out as Ben and Jamie walk away from camera shot, heading towards the door of Ben's newly bought villa.

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Climax Control Archives / One Long Road
« on: September 18, 2015, 09:05:24 AM »
 The smiling face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen in a non descriptive location, his eyes full of life as he looks down the camera. The camera moves down to show him wearing a black ACW shirt, the same as he wore on Climax Control this past week. The camera stops just underneath the logo and he smiles down the camera.

Ben: Afternoon people, hope you're all well. I gotta admit right now, I'm not in Argentina just yet, but I will be flying there tomorrow to give you people a cracking show, actually in a place called Twickenham, where I will be sitting out having a few beers before the ol' Rugby World Cup kicks off a little later. Yep, my arse will be there. Anyways, again, you've noticed the ACW shirt.

Ben runs his finger along the logo

Ben: Brilliant time in my life ya know, feels like it was forever ago, but only a couple of years. Funny thing is, it's been right there on my mind lately, stuck in me head something rotten.

Ben puts his hands out flat.

Ben: Yep, you guessed it, it's gonna be one of those flashback thingys, where we all get nostalgic, because it's important to remember where ya came from and respect what you've done. This little gem comes from day one, like proper day one. Was an odd day really cause I was about to have me first ever barny in the ring, and I met a fella called Casey Williams too. You're probably wondering why I decided to jump back in the past? Simples people, this week, I'm up against a bloke and a bird who has no idea who I am, or where I started so might get a bit generic with their banter at me, so let me give ya some insight, alright?

Ben looks to the side.

Ben: Can we get a little Wayne's World screen melting action going on here?

Ben looks at the camera waving his fingers in the style of the movie as the screen melts away and fades in to a scene from just over two years ago.

....

A nervous looking Ben Jordan stands leaning against a wall, before the start of the first ever Atlantic Championship Wrestling show. Wearing his white shorts with matching boots and knee pads, he looks around as sheets of paper are being handed out by current SCW star Casey Williams, drafted in by J.J Dixon to hand out a little backstage help to this relative new and inexperienced roster. Casey approaches Ben, looking at the smaller man, before handing him a sheet of paper.

Casey: Who are you?

Ben: Ben Jordan mate.

Casey blinks his eyes fast, hearing Ben's accent for the first time.

Casey: I'm Casey Williams.

Ben smiles as he puts out a hand to Casey but Casey looks at it before shaking it.

Ben: I know who you are. Mate, honestly, learning how to do this thing, I watched a shitload of your matches at AWA and SCW, you're bloody quality.

Ben stumbles out his words, looking at Casey but Casey curls up his lip, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Casey ignore his accent and looks down the sheets of paper still in his hand.

Casey: Looks like you're in the battle royal, with a winner getting a shot at the title at the end of the night.

Ben's eyes grow wide as he fires his face towards the paper.

Ben: Wait, I can win the top title here tonight? Bloody hell!

Casey stares at Ben once more.

Casey: You haven't been in this business long, have you?

Ben: To be fair cocker, this is like my first pro match on television, like I've never been around cameras or a crowd this big, or anything like this mate, honestly, it's all bloody new to me.

Casey rolls his eye at Ben and shakes his head.

Casey: well, good luck...

....

Fading back in to Ben's smiling face.

Ben: That was the beginning of my ride, the start of something life changing for me. Something that started a chain of events where I started to get a bit of a reputation. There was one hell of a huge moment for me, a moment I didn't think possible. A moment where I felt like I made it, like I'd done something worth remembering. I might not have won me first match and some wally from another company on a part time deal mighta waltzed in and took the top title, but I did something that turned out to become history...

....

Later in 2013, the door of a dressing room bursts open and a jubilant Ben walks in the dressing room with two title belts over his shoulder, The ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight championship over one shoulder and the ACW Tag Team championship over the other. Mickey Carroll follows Ben in to the room, a smile covering the redheads face as he holds the other half of the championship in his hand.

Mickey: We fucking did it ye cockney bastard!

Ben turns to Mickey and puts a hand on his shoulder, excitement covering his face.

Ben: Too right you paddy tosser. Ben Jordan and Mickey Carroll, ACW Tag Team champions! Fucking get in!

Ben and Mickey grin widely as Ben takes a seat on a nearby bench, looking down at both the titles in his hand.

Ben: First the Junior Heavyweight, now the tag team titles. First ever ACW wrestler to be a double champion. Holy shit, considering a few months ago, I had nothing. Bloody hell mate, this is unreal.

Mickey moves towards a bag on the bench and pulls out two cans, one blue Fosters can, the other, a black Guinness can.

Mickey: If ye gonna cry like a bitch cause ya have two belts, ya not man enough to drink beer. I'll see if I can find ya a glass of wine.

Ben looks up at Mickey and shakes his head.

Ben: Just gimme a beer ya ginger tosser.

Mickey moves over towards Ben and holds a beer out towards him. He lays the titles on his legs and takes the blue can. Both men open the cans and whack them together before drinking at the same time.

Ben: To a very long bloody run with these things my old son. Marathon record setting champions.

Mickey nods in agreement at Ben.

.....

Back to the smiling face of Ben, who is now sitting outside a pub in Twickenham, South West London. He holds in his hand a pint of lager, looking away from the camera as he takes a sip. He slightly turns his head to see the camera.

Ben: Oh, you're back already. Wondering how I got here so quick? Be amazed what you can do when someone yells cut, and ya fancying a pint. Be shocked how quick you can move your arse.

Ben clears his throat.

Ben: Anyway, back on script. I thought it didn't get any bigger than that and it really was a record breaking run, cause me and Mickey had those bad boys all the way through to the end of ACW, the only ever tag team champs they had. Alright, so I lost me other belt to some fella called Drake, who you might know, but losing that belt actually kicked me on to the next level, because I went on to do something else, the highlight of my career to date...

.....

The last ever ACW, now renamed to All-Pro Championship Wrestling. Ben tiredly walks through the black curtain at the back of the arena, in his hands, his newly won ACW World championship belt. He stands at the top of the steps holding the belt in his hands and looking down, a smile across his face as he holds on to the rail with a free hand. A round of applause causes Ben to look up to see his fellow wrestlers around him clapping, his eyes scan the crowd to see Drake Green, Simon Jones, Guns For Hire, opponent that night Casey Williams, that time girlfriend Emma Rose, undefeated woman's champion Vixen, tag team partner and co tag team champion, Mickey Carroll. Ben looks around the crowd and smiles before walking down the steps, only to be surrounded by his fellow wrestlers, shaking hands and patting the new champion on the back.

Ben: You guys bring a lump to my throat.

Ben's boss, J.J Dixon approaches, moving though the crowd and putting his arm around Ben's shoulder.

J.J: Congrats Ben, you've just made ACW history tonight. First ever triple crown champion. I have to give myself credit for that because I hired you.

A tired smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Cheers J.J. Looking forward to working hard to have a run with this thing like I did with the other belts.

J.J instantly looks slightly uncomfortable.

J.J: Oh I'm sure you're gonna have that belt for a long, long time. Anyway kid, enjoy.

J.J walks away from Ben as he is swarmed by his fellow wrestlers.

.....

Back to Ben outside the bar, where he is now posing for a selfie with a female fan. She quickly takes the picture and nods at Ben.

Ben: Have a good un sweetheart.

The woman smiles at Ben before walking away, Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: J.J was right, I will have a long run with that belt, cause I never lost it. It made a brief return to SCW for a while, but I wasn't involved in it all, but from the original ACW, still the champ, cause I never lost it. J.J knew at that point that he'd lost ACW playing cards and yeah, I was the champ forever. Now there's a reason I've brought you from day one to the last day. Because this week, I'm taking on two newcomers to SCW, Desmond Knight and Helena Ring. This was for your benefit, because I'm trying to get across to you good people that despite slow starts, you can go on and become a ledge, if ya have the pride to do it. This one won't be easy to get off to a winning start.

Before Ben can continue, his phone starts to shake on the table in front of him. He holds up his finger to the camera.

Ben: Just a sec.

Ben picks up his phone and hits the button on it.

Ben: Drake, hello geezer, how's things?

Ben waits for an answer.

Ben: Yeah, not bad over here mate. Tell Lyah not to worry, I will be in Argentina soon, flight out tomorrow morning, they just don't like the brits much over there because the Falklands is ours and they want it. It's all political rubbish but some Argies really hold grudges and stuff.

Ben waits for Drake to speak.

Ben: No, I didn't see Helena's promo thing. You know me, I never watch those things till after mine is on the air. Only uncreative and lazy people watch them and use what someone says against them.

Ben listens to Drake once again.

Ben: Seriously? She called me a guy that lives on past glories? Oh bollocks, I've just shot a promo about the ACW days and successes and stuff, well, doing it now, just to show her and Dessie not to give up after we turn them over and she said that? Little bit harsh against a fella she don't know.

Ben waits for Drake to speak again and mouths some words to the camera.

Ben: Drake says hi.

He turns his attention back to the phone.

Ben: Cheers for the heads up mate, I'm not gonna scrap everything because she said that. So much for being inspirational to the new people, eh? Anyway, gonna have to go, about to do the snappy finger thing to rabbit about the match. Anyway son, catch ya soon. Laters.

Ben hits the button on the phone and clicks his fingers, causing the scene to freeze around him.

Ben: Well that's a kick in knackers. Apparently that bird said I live on past glories, when I went to all this trouble to find all that backstage footage to inspire her not to give up when Lyah and I go through her and her partner, like a vindaloo. Bit harsh for someone who is meant to be one of the good guys, facing two good guys...

Ben shakes his head slowly.

Ben: Getting mocked for things I'm proud of by a bird with the most punny name since Hope Heelcum was knocking around SCW.

Ben shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: Helena Ring... Hell in a ring... brilliant. This is a woman who thinks she's got her research right on me, but she's as far off as a Sergio Ramos penalty, but I've had a glance of who she is and well, she has probably the best nickname in SCW at least even with the punny first name. Pretty sure I saw this bird in some bodybuilding contest a while ago and yeah, the words muscles on muscles seems to come to mind, but you're not my problem to deal with to be fair. If ya didn't get the memo darling, we can't lay a hand on each other, men against men, women against women and although you might be one hell of a big un, I got every faith in Lyah to take care of ya. Yep, you might be bigger, and stronger, but take this from a fella, nothing more dangerous than a woman with the hump. You piss off a woman, they all of a sudden turn in to she Hulk. Lyah has the hump thanks to what Marky boy pulled the other day, she's proper fuming and no one can blame her.

Ben puts his hand around his beer on the table.

Ben: Alright, she gets to go all over the place with Drake, see the world, and maybe someday, she'd have been an SCW star but she didn't deserve to be forced in to this job, but she will be an absolute diamond pro. She wants to win as much as I do, she ain't gonna let me down and she is as pissed off as a sack full of rats, no amount of muscles in the world is gonna stop that.

Ben picks up his drink and takes a quick gulp before placing the glass back down.

Ben: One final thought on Helena Ring... How cool would it be to see her go up against Natalie McKinley and Traci Patterson in a triple threat match? Seriously, the power in that ring... Book it SCW, book it.

Ben runs his fingers around his glass.

Ben: On to Desmond Knight.... First off, why ya nicking Drake Green's showtime gimmick? Come on mate, there's only one show time and it ain't you. Can't beat the original. Am I right?

Ben turns his face to the table next to him, occupied by two men in England rugby shirts.

Ben: Ah, you ain't gonna answer, you're a bit frozen there.

Ben turns back to the camera.

Ben: I've done me reading on you, spoke to some fellas and stuff and the general thing I'm getting from them all is that you're a complete and utter tosser. I mean like a serious dick when it comes to pretty much every aspect of your life. Let me give ya some blinding advice here and I won't charge ya for it either. Being a dick around SCW is reserved for a certain boss Drake Green has an issue with, but he owns the place, he can do what he wants. Being a dick in the locker room son, it's only gonna get ya arse kicked more than you want it to. I get it, you're new to the game and you stick up that shield so people don't think ya weak or could get pissed on or whatever, but everyone knows when ya stick on that front, no one will take ya seriously.

Ben picks up the pint glass and holds it close to his mouth.

Ben: It's just a front brought on cause ya mummy didn't give ya enough hugs as a kid or something, that's Dr Jordan's diagnosis on you. You can act like a plum all you want, but when ya get in the ring, it's a whole different story. Trust me Dessie, you can be a vile human being, or a king amongst men, but when it comes down to it, it's about having the jacobs to stand up and be noticed, to show that you can back it up.

Ben takes a mouthful of beer before placing the glass down.

Ben: Thing is, this one is gonna be pretty rough for you cause you're up against me on ya debut here, and well, also hear you're a little bit green and what not, but it's all good, but experience will win out. I did this whole promo just to show you personally that even though ya will have a rocky start, there's hope for you yet.

Ben runs his fingers down the outside of the glass.

Ben: This one might be a harsh intro to SCW, but ya might learn a thing or two. I have no intentions of letting Lyah down in this one mate, so expect me on the top of me game and looking to work me nuts off to help give a lady with a big future a win, at your expense, but that being said, I hope you two come back stronger and more determined. Anyways, time for me to get me arse outta here, few things to do before heading in the stadium. I hope you both enjoy ya debuts, even if it doesn't go the way you're planning for it to go. I'll catch ya all on Sunday.

Ben stands up.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers, walking away as the scene starts to move once more. The camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Filling in some blanks...
« on: September 04, 2015, 05:05:47 AM »
 Mid morning, in an unknown location, Ben Jordan sits in a coffee house, his hand wrapped around a mug of black coffee. Ben is wearing a silver suit and black shirt, on his feet are expensive looking shiny black shoes. A tired yet relaxed look crosses his face as he looks towards the door, as it opens, his eyes watching a young woman join the busy building. Ben drops his head low, staring in to the black steaming liquid in the mug. The bell signals another customer walking through the door and Ben looks up to see the person he is waiting for. Drake Green gives Ben a nod before walking over towards the counter, speaking to the young lady behind the counter before turning towards Ben and moving through the crowd, pulling out the seat opposite his long time friend and reaching out his hand to shake. Ben smiles and shakes Drake's hand, giving his friend a warm smile and nod of his head. Drake sits down opposite him, looking around at the setting.

Drake: Well this is the first time you wanted to meet for a drink and not started with the words "meet me in the pub".

Ben tilts his head lightly before nodding in agreement.

Ben: Well it is only eleven and well, boozers are loud places, you wouldn't be able to hear me rabbit.

Drake's head jolts back as he looks at Ben.

Drake: You brought a talking rabbit?

Ben curls the left side of his lip down, looking at Drake.

Ben: Ha ha, very funny, me sides are splitting under me shirt.

The sarcastic tones from Ben, bring a smile on Drake's face.

Drake: So what did you drag me here for?

Ben: Remember on the cruise when I told you about me and Emz not being together? I kinda cut it off shot and such. Feel a bit of a tit that I never explained it all to ya, so figured fuck it, coffee, catch up and fill you in on what the bloody hell happened.

A waitress moves towards Drake, placing a cup of coffee in front of him. He nods politely at the waitress who moves away from them and Drake puts his hand around the mug. Drake turns his attention back to Ben.

Drake: Yeah, what the fuck did happen there? I thought you two were in it for the long haul.

Ben: So did I mate. Proper long haul but...

Ben sighs and breathes deeply as he lifts his mug off the table.

Ben: She must have had other ideas. I woke up one morning, she wasn't there, not unusual for me to wake up after her, looked around the place, she wasn't there, again, not unusual for her to nip out. Then I walked in to the kitchen, there was a note and she had had it away on her toes.

Ben takes a sip of the steaming liquid as Drake looks at Ben with raised eyebrows.

Drake: That's it? Nothing else? Just a fucking note?

Ben places the mug down on to the table.

Ben: Just a fucking note. Saying that she was off and not to try and contact her, that she'd be off the grid and fine and not to worry. So my detective mind lead me to her closet and pretty much everything was gone. The woman even took the dog... By that I mean the yappie four legged thing called Brutus, not slang for me dog.

Ben holds up his fingers to his ears, in the sign of a phone as Drake looks at him confused.

Ben: Dog and bone.... Phone mate, phone. Anyway, yeah, she was gone, I still don't know what the fuck I did wrong with her to be fair.

Drake slowly shakes his head, a sympathetic look on his face.

Drake: She didn't seem that kinda person.

Ben: Gotta be honest with ya mate, there was the Emma that people saw on tele, like in ASW and SCW and there was the Emma that was there when the cameras stopped and she didn't have to impress anyone. Yeah, we was the perfect couple for a long time, loved the woman to bits, and even though she upped and left me standing there like a lemon, after all I did for her, part of me still does. That's what gets me, I actually did all she wanted, lost friends because she meant more to me, had to spend the last few months building bridges that she indirectly helped to burn. I done all I could for her, and ended up feeling bloody used and like no matter what I did, just wasn't good enough for her that she can just cut me off like that without a care.

Ben turns his head, shaking it in disappointment.

Ben: And me like a right prick fell for the lot of it. Must have had mug written on me forehead from day one.

Ben tries to keep his calm, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes before looking back at Drake.

Drake: That's pretty fucked up man. You haven't seen or heard from her since?

Ben quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Not in person, or heard from her, but I'm pretty sure she's haunting my dreams. The last few nights, she's been in my dreams and not even in a good way. Like she'll act all sweet and then do something to like intentionally piss on me cornflakes and hurt me. It's like I'm constantly being mocked.

Drake: Mocked about what?

Ben: Well, it's like in the dreams, she brings up shit she never got to see cause it's embarrassing for me. I wasn't exactly in the best shape of my life, both in me dome and literary, and in the dreams, she mocked the act that I looked like I ate all the pies.

Drake puts his hands out flat in front of him, confused by the last comment.

Ben: It means I became a bit of a chunky monkey, a chubby lad, a dough boy, a lard arse....

Drake puts his hand up, stopping Ben.

Drake: Are you trying to say you became fat?

Ben: Amongst other things...

Ben tilts his head, thinking back to a few months ago....

***Flashback***

Beer cans and tall empty bottles cover the floor of what looks like a house as the camera focuses on a man lying on a sofa face down. Next to the sofa, sits a stack of pizza boxes, piled five high. A groan comes from the general direction of the shirtless man on the sofa, only wearing grey sweat pants on his lower half as he rolls from the sofa, falling off and crashing to the floor, sending beer cans flying around on impact. The man stands up, his back to the camera, only showing long hair past his shoulders, scruffy and ungroomed. He shakes his head, shaking off the fall before reaching down beside him and picking up a bottle of what looks to be vodka. He unscrews the cap before turning around towards the camera, lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking to show the man as Ben Jordan, sporting a long Jesus style beard, clearly also as ungroomed as his hair, hanging inches below his chin. His bloodshot eyes look down at the bottle, now empty and he removes it from his lips, throwing it over his shoulder, and a crash is heard in the background. The camera moves down Ben's topless body to show all muscle definition on his stomach now gone and replaced with a roll of fat hanging over the top of his sweat pants. Ben collapsed back on the sofa, his head tilted back and looking up as he groans....

***Present***

Ben: Yeah, I looked like a homeless guy.

Drake shakes his head in disbelief at Ben.

Drake: You should have told me and I woulda stopped you getting in that mess.

Ben: Mate, I was embarrassed that it all went wonky. No one knew, I hide myself away drinking myself in to an early grave and not giving a flying fuck about it. In me dome, all I could think about was losing the one bird that I'da happily had me nuts chewed off by angry mutts then to ever see her sad, but ya know, I got dropped in the tom tit and ended up borderline pisshead.

Drake looks Ben up and down.

Drake: You don't look in bad shape now.

Ben: I'm not, back in shape. Took me months of work to do it but I'm looking pretty decent now. Pretty much all down to Christian Underwood. See me coming back to SCW has been in the pipeline for months. Christian contacted me about four months ago when I was lower than a snakes bollocks....

***Flashback***

The familiar sound of Skype calling can be heard in the background as Ben sits with a beer in his hand at the kitchen table, still sitting with his long hair down his back and his unkempt beard, with his shirt off. Ben looks around the room curiously for the noise. He stands up, stumbling around the kitchen, listening for the sound to get louder before stopping in front of the microwave. He opens it up to see his laptop sitting in there. He scratches his head and takes it out.

Ben: One, how did you get in there you sneaky little laptop. Two, how are you still on? And three, how the fuck did you stay charged?

Ben looks at the laptop for answers but quickly opens the top of it as he walks towards the kitchen table and places the laptop down. He sees the name Christian Underwood lit up and hits accept as he takes a seat. He picks up the beer as the screen loads up to show Christian sitting in an office type setting. As the screen loads up, Christian jumps backwards in surprise at seeing Ben in the way he is.

Christian: Ben...?

Ben: Alright mate, how's it going?

Christian: Clearly better than you...

Ben takes a mouthful of beer as Christian slowly shakes his head.

Christian: What the hell happened to you?

Ben: Long ol' story for another day.

Christian eyes up the beer Ben has in his hand.

Christian: You're drinking? Isn't it about 9am where you are?

Ben glances at a nearby clock on the wall.

Ben: Almost, and I haven't stopped drinking.

Christian: Since last night?

Ben: Yeah, let's go with that.... What can I do ya for mate?

Christian: Well Mark has opened the purse strings, freeing up some cash to hire a few again. We have a place where everyone wants to be the heel, and could do with a few more good guys here. I'm contacting a few people and wanted to see if I could tempt you back till at least the end of the tour, but you look a little.... different.

Ben: I wanna come back! I got nothing keeping me here right now, I wanna come back. What's the pay like?

Christian shifts uneasily in his chair.

Christian: Ten percent up from your last contract.

Ben: I'll take half of it!

Christian moves his head closer to the camera, looking closer at Ben.

Christian: Are you drunk? You want half the money on the table.

Ben: Yeah.... Well, to the half the money thing. The other half, give to a local charity on the tour, and Bob's your uncle! Sorted.

Christian looks closely at Ben.

Christian: Thing is Ben, it's obvious that there's a few extra pounds there and that look just isn't you. Maybe, I should come back with this offer another time when ya in a better place.

Ben: No no no no noooooooo. You'd be doing me a favor by getting me a deal there.

Christian sighs.

Christian: Three months to get yourself back to who you used to be Ben. I'll even set you up some sessions with personal trainers to get yourself back in shape.

Ben: You will not regret it.

Christian: I hope not.... and Ben?

Ben: Yesssssss

Christian: Lose the beard, you look like you have a birds nest under your chin.

Ben gives Christian a thumbs up

***Present***

Ben: Christian's call came at the right time man, if not, who knows what would have happened to me. Without it, I wouldn't have had the motivation to get back in to decent shape, I wouldn't have been able to focus anywhere else. It could have saved me from a stint in rehab. I basically got straight up from there, lost the beard, cleaned up, knocked the booze on the head and worked my bollocks off for three months straight.

Drake nods at Ben, listening to his every word.

Ben: It's like a second chance now, everything is changing. Me gaff is being sold, cause I don't wanna be there and apparently it's worth more now my arse has lived there. I'll just stay where ever the tour takes me, then buy a place either on the river or on an island.

Drake: You're selling the underground house?

Ben: Yeah, I don't need all that space to knock around in on my own. Couple of bedrooms and a decent view and I'm sorted.

Drake: The women will love it.

Ben shakes his head sharply, looking at Drake pick up his mug.

Ben: Turn it in son. I'm not interested in birds, I was tied down long enough.

Drake: Watered down. Bout fucking time we might get the old Ben back. The Ben that used to be in ACW before he became a bitch.

Ben smiles at Drake.

Ben: Bitch no... Loved up tit maybe.

Drake: Anyway, don't play innocent with me, I've seen you with that Sam Marlowe.

Ben: Nothing in it son, just a nice girl who's pretty cool to hang around with but nothing in that at all. She's just a nice bird, fun to hang with, polite...

Drake: Redhead... And we know you seem to go for those.

Ben: Still nothing in it me ol' son. I'm so focused on this match coming up, kicking Mr TNA in the bollocks at some point. All focused on the wrestling and the match in New Zealand.... In fact, bout time I cut a promo on that thing.

Drake's eyes widen.

Drake: Don't you do it...

Ben: I'm sorry mate, but it's kinda my thing.

Drake: Don't...

Ben: Sorry mate.

Ben smiles at Drake.

Ben: Talking about this wrestling stuff has got me wanting to do my little promo thing for the match.

Drake puts his finger out, pointed towards Ben

Drake: Don't you dare do that fre-

Ben clicks his fingers, causing Drake to freeze, his finger still pointed towards Ben. The entire coffee shop around the duo freeze complete. Ben leans over the table taps Drake on the head and turns to the camera.

Ben: He's gonna be well pissed off when he does the unfreezy thing, but him going on about me match coming up got me excited to talk to you lovely lot. How ya doing people?

Ben turns his ear to the camera, nodding as if he's listening and smiles.

Ben: Blinding to hear people, absolutely blinding. Now ya know who I am and all that, so don't need to do the ol' intro stuff again. Right now, let's get away from the bleeding heart stuff you've sat through and have a little rabbit about me match with Joshua Acquin, a geezer I don't half mind.

Ben rolls his shoulders backwards and smiles.

Ben: This people is a brilliant little challenge for me to come back to, this is actually like a hot beer on a cold day, perfect, ya know? The guy is a former champion on a couple of levels, which is pretty decent, got himself a little bit mixed up with these Nobodies lads and lady, if ya can call her that, foul mouth that one, but anyways, we all know the fella needs to bounce back. He could be sitting there thinking I'm the perfect one to come back and get back on track with, I dunno what goes through his mind, but the fella has a big pair of bollocks to be going up against the people he's been dealing with lately, ultimate credit there. He could be thinking I could be a little bit rusty or something...

Ben quickly shakes his head.

Ben: Don't be a mong, I ain't the tin man or anything. Ever since Christian called me on the dog, I've been working my way back to being at a decent level to be able to get my arse back in to the ring. I've been busting me gooleys to be in decent enough shape to be considered good enough for a return to the action and trust me, the excitement is well and truly building in this bloke. I'm like a kid at Christmas bouncing around to get in the ring with ya. Rust is the last thing on me mind.

Ben taps the side of his head with his finger.

Ben: All me hassles I've had lately, looking at the in the rear view and giving 'em a little wave because what's first and foremost on me melon is putting on a good performance for the people of New Zealand, just for putting their wonga on the table, getting a ticket to come see blokes like me put on the best show I can. I'm in the ring with a decent opponent too, and I know Joshua thinks he has a bit of a chance against me and maybe the fellas right, maybe he does have a shot, but I don't wanna be a limp todger on a wedding night here, I don't wanna, you know...

Ben looks down at his groin area before snapping his head back up.

Ben: Flop at the wrong time. That wrong time would be in the ring,and trust me, I ain't flopped before, no intention to flop in the future. I am gonna surprise you all with my return cause this bloke is coming back better than ever. Might of just up and left just like that, so that makes me think I need to make it up to you all and that is something I can and will do by beating Joshua Acquin.

An firm affirmative nod comes from Ben's direction.

Ben: Joshua mate, I'm not taking you lightly at all, far from it. In fact I'm looking at you as if I was in the ring with Kain, Sean Jackson, Gabriel or any other great world champion there's been in this gaff. I'm treating this match like I'm going out and taking down The Don. I'm looking at you as if you are the best wrestler in the world, holding gold all over, like an international superstar. I won't be complacent like Chelsea's back four most of the time, I won't insult ya by thinking you're below me at all, to me, you're the man! The top man! The guy everyone wants to beat. Now think about it for just a second, ok mate?

Ben raises one finger up.

Ben: If I'm taking ya that seriously, you gotta ask yourself how you plan on dealing with that. How do ya take down the mindset of a geezer who is gonna fire at ya like ya the world champ? Your record makes people think less of ya and they get lazy, that gives you the oppo to take them down that quickly, but me mate, I'm seeing ya through a whole different set of minces.

Ben turns his head to the frozen in place Drake.

Ben: When ya watch this back, minces means eyes, mince pies is the slang, alright mate?

Ben gives the frozen Drake a thumbs up and looks down the camera again.

Ben: Yeah, I'm seeing ya in a whole different way and that my friend is gonna be a tough one to deal with. It's gonna be more of a struggle then ya had against little Tim. No offense to Tim, the boy is family but he's got a long way to go and will someday be better than me, but right now, this is a bit of a step up to you, Joshua. Don't worry about it too much mate, just relax, give it the best you can, I'll do the same and everyone will go home with a grin on there mushes talking about the show that me and you put on for everyone.

Ben puts two thumbs up for the camera.

Ben: It's why we do this mate, to entertain these people because they work their nuts off to afford to watch us, or two fellas fighting over a belt when neither of them are wearing strides.... Ummmm trousers. People pay to see action, they pay to see these big ol' glorious returns, bit like me returning. They're proper interested in seeing if returning people are the same, or better, or worse and all that malarky. That returning guy, he tends to come back and throw in a little extra and that my friends is what I plan on doing, coming back and showing ya all what you've been missing, even you Travis. You keep a close peeper on this one son.

Ben stands up and moves around the table, moving behind Drake and standing there, his hand resting on Drake's shoulder.

Ben: Anyway people, I've taken up enough of your time. Get away from ya TVs, mobile devices, or laptops, whatever ya watching this thing on and go get some air in ya lungs. I'll see you all on Sunday. Laters people.

Ben walks away from Drake and off camera. His arm appears on camera once more and he clicks his fingers, the scene starting to go back to normal, with people in the coffee shop moving around.

Drake: -Eze thing or....

Drake looks around the table, seeing Ben isn't there.

Drake: Son of a bitch!

Drake shakes his head as the camera fades out.

52
Climax Control Archives / ♥ twenty-four: Part II
« on: November 28, 2014, 11:52:56 AM »
 The scene opens in the bedroom of Ben Jordan and Emma Rose. Emma is seen in bed, the covers pulled up to her upper body with her arm pushed over the top of the bed covers. She breathes shallowly, the covers moving up and down with every breath she takes. The sound of a man clearing his throat can be heard and the camera turns around to show a smiling Ben Jordan, standing at the foot of the bed, just wearing shorts on his body. He lifts a finger up to his mouth, shushing the camera, before speaking softly.

Ben: Alright people, how's it going? Now, I'm sure you've watched the missus promo, which was slated to air before this. Did ya see what she did to me yesterday? When I said forty eight hour date, I didn't expect it too be starting at one AM, talk about shock the daylights outta ya. Well I'm not that mean, it's five AM now and we get to do what I want. I know, a geezer actually being able to do what he wants where his missus can't stop him. Unreal, innit?

Ben looks back at Emma, still miles away in the land of nod. Ben looks back at the camera.

Ben: She was a bit of a meanie yesterday, did you see the stuff she got me doing? Honestly, I do not like spending Friday's shopping, I don't like spending any day doing that, hence me Amazon account, but up at one, then push ups. All the stuff you didn't get to see, bloody hell, I washed the car. till don't think me hands have recovered from that.

Ben holds his hands up to the camera.

Ben: Dance lessons... honestly, that woman has to stop watching Dirty Dancing! I got two left feet and one of those don't like to work. Watching The Notebook, not good for a geezer, but she did tell me something while watching that, a film set she's never watched. That's gonna start in like ten minutes. Playing with the dog, washing hair, massages, foot rubs, not the ideal geezer date, well now it's my twenty four hours. It's Saturday the twenty second, there's a lot to do, so I should probably start.

Ben reaches in to his shorts pocket, pulling out a small remote control, and steps out of the room, softly shutting the door behind him.

Ben: Trust me, it's gonna be better to be out here.

Ben raises the remote and presses the button on the front, instantly causing loud rock music to blast from the room. Ben smiles innocently at the camera.

Ben: What?

The door flies open and Emma Rose bursts through the door, her hair in complete bed head mode. Ben smiles at Emma.

Ben: Morning Sunshine.

Emma waves her finger at Ben

Emma: Ben, it's just after five AM, what are you doing?

A smiling Ben strokes Emma's face as he uses the other hand to press the remote, stopping the music in the other room.

Ben: Well sweetheart, I thought you deserved a lay in, considering you was up soooooooo early yesterday. Thought I'd give you a few hours extra sleep. It's part two of the forty eight hour date and I got a great way to start it off.

Emma looks at Ben with sleepy eyes.

Emma: You want me to do push ups today?

Ben: No, when we was watching The Notebook and I mumbled something about Back to the Future and you said and I quote "I've never seen that junk". Well guess what you sexy little thing you.

Emma closes her eyes, knowing what's coming.

Emma: Oh God. Ok, how long is it on for?

Ben: It? There's three of them. Come on darling.

Ben takes Emma by the wrist, reluctantly leading her away from the warmth of her comfy bed.

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12pm.

To the sofa we go as the credits for Back to the Future III starts to roll down the wide screen television in the living of Ben and Emma. Emma rest her head on Ben's chest and his arm sits around her shoulder. Emma looks up at Ben.

Ben: Well, whatcha think?

Emma: I don't get it.

Ben pulls his head away from Emma, looking down at the redhead.

Ben: What's not to get? They build a time machine in the shape of a car and bounce through time. There's nothing else to it. Throw in a flying skateboard and everyone's happy. It's like the best film series of our generation. They really need to make another one.

Emma: No one would pay to see that.

Ben: Wash your mouth out young lady, I'd pay to see it over and over and over and over.

Emma covers her ears, sitting up and scooting away from Ben. She looks across at the young Cockney, and slowly shakes her head in disappointment.

Emma: You think that's good but you complained at The Notebook?

Ben: Yeah, cause the notebooks rubbish, ain't it?

Emma pushes Ben in the arm before crossing hers and turning away from Ben, Ben smiles at the back of Emma's head and quickly glances down at his watch.

Ben: Oh baby, baby, baby, it's time for you to get dressed because we're going out this afternoon.

Emma turns back to Ben, a half cross look on her face.

Emma: Where are we going?

Ben: You'll see when we get there of course.

Emma: Ben, I need to know what to wear. I have this new dress and heels, I could wear them.

Ben scratches his tilted head, looking at the love of his life with lowered eyebrows. Eventually, Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, I think you might be a spot overdressed if you wore them. I recommend dressing up very, very warm because it's gonna be a bit nippy where we're going and you don't wanna be poking people in the eye with those things.

Ben points down to Emma's chest, but Emma once again pushes Ben away. She stands up, turning and walking out of the room, Ben's eyes following every step of the way. Emma turns past the door and Ben reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a phone. He looks over his shoulder, making sure Emma's out of the way before tapping in a pin code. He quickly hits his contacts and hits a number, looking over his shoulder for Emma. The phone stops ringing and a distant sound of a voice on the other end is heard.

Ben: Hello mate. Yeah, everything is going as planned, up at five, watched the films she didn't want to, now out to the other places. She's hating every minute of it. Yeah, love a swerve. So listen mate, are you sure you can get this done in time? I'm getting her out of the house in about an hour or so you got about seven hours to get this done. Trust me mate, I'll make it worth your while. Nice one, drop me a message when ya done. Cya mate, bye.

Ben looks in to the camera, putting his finger to his lip, before giving the camera a wink and a thumbs up. Ben jumps off of the sofa and moves away to a different room.

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2.30pm

Emma: There's a lot of people here Ben.

The lovely Emma Rose, wrapped up tightly with skinny blue jeans, and a thick looking fur coat, the fur fluffed around her collar. Ben, wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket, walks hand in hand with the Kiwi. Emma glances at Ben.

Ben: Yeah, well, it's a big un, ain't it?

Emma looks confused at Ben before turning away, looking at three men wearing the same blue shirt, a lion on the chest, with matching blue and white scarfs. Emma looks back at Ben.

Emma: I know that...

Emma stops in her tracks, stopping Ben in his and looking him in the eye.

Emma: Open your jacket.

Ben looks apprehensive as he shakes his head at Emma.

Ben: Not here girl, it's bloody freezing. I don't wanna catch a cold out here, or you'd have to look after me when I get the man flu.

Emma: Open your shirt Ben!

Emma's tone firms up, but Ben shakes his head.

Ben: Not happening.

Emma moves in closer and before Ben can react, Emma pulls down the zip of Ben's leather jacket. She steps back, looking at Ben's blue Millwall shirt.

Emma: You're taking me to the football!

Ben: Yeah, it's Charlton Vs Millwall, big rival game. Was hard to get the tickets for this one.

Emma turns away, shaking her head at Ben, who puts his hands on her shoulders.

Ben: Look baby, I did get you a little something yesterday that I saw when we was out shopping.

Emma looks in Ben's eyes.

Emma: You did?

Ben: Of course.

Ben reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a navy blue wooly hat, putting it on Emma's head and pulling it down, just above her eyes and straightening it up, lining up the stitched in white leaping lion badge, synonymous with Millwall.

Ben: You look triffic darling.

Emma stamps her foot, before turning away and walking away from Ben and in to the crowd. Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: This is going blinding.

Ben winks at the camera.

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5pm

Walking away from the stadium, Emma looks at Ben with narrowed eyes, clearly not happy with Ben's current choices.

Emma: So who actually won?

Ben puts his arm around Emma's shoulder, leading her away from the Valley, the home of Charlton FC.

Ben: No one won, it was nil nil.

Emma: So what happens now?

Ben: Nothing happens now. Both teams get a point each, muggy little Charlton fans cry cause they haven't beat us there in a long, long time and we go somewhere else?

Emma: So we wasted a couple of hours watching Millwall not score a goal.

Ben can't help but smile at Emma's opinion on her first ever football game. He pulls himself closer to Emma as the duo walk.

Ben: Not my first time it will happen, won't be my last. Ok, so time to go somewhere else then I think.

Emma: Home maybe?

Ben: Awwww, my Emzy wanna go home?

Ben pulls Emma in for a cuddle, wrapping his arms around her and looking at the watch on his wrist. He curls his the left side of his lip down and slowly shakes his head.

Ben: How about we head on over to Canary Wharf and watch them light the huge Christmas tree.

Emma looks uneasily up at the sky.

Emma: It looks like it's gonna rain or snow or something.

Ben looks up, shaking his head at the sky and looking back at Emma.

Ben: Nah, looks lovely up there, come on, it'll be fine. We'll go jump on some trains and we'll be at Canary Wharf before ya know it. Maybe someone famous is lighting the tree or something.

Emma rolls her eyes at Ben, before moving next to him and linking her arm in his. The duo walk away as we do another time jump.

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4.45pm

Canary Wharf underground station. Ben and Emma stand on the escalators, moving towards the top, Emma standing in front of Ben by two steps. Ben steps up to the step behind Emma, putting his arms around her, and his head on her shoulder.

Ben: Don't worry darling, this is the last thing I have planned out, then we can get some dinner and go home.

Emma remains silent as the two reach the top, seeing a shocking sight. The London rain piles down from the sky at a high velocity, bouncing hard off the ground as people run for shelter. The two step off the escalator and stand looking at the puddles being formed on the ground. Emma shakes her head, not saying a word before turning around and walking back in to the underground station. Ben quickly reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his phone, quickly unlocking it and hitting the contact menu. Ben hits a number and raises it to his ear.

Ben: Pick up, pick up, pick up!

A look of relief crosses Ben's face.

Ben: 'Ello mate, listen, no time for small talk, how ya getting on? Look mate, you're gonna have to get ya arse in gear and move it cause the rain has pissed on the plans a bit. Just hurry up and I'll try and stall her. Yeah, ok mate, bye.

Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: Never can reply on the poxy British weather!

Ben turns around and moves to the top of the escalator, quickly moving down towards Emma.

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5.30pm

The front door of Ben and Emma's mostly underground house. The two, soaked through to the bone stand outside as Ben reaches for the key, sliding it in the lock and turning it, pushing the door open. Emma moves past Ben and in to the house. A door sits on the right and stairs leading down from their current position, Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: That's like a conservatory, one of the few rooms in this place you can look outside the house from.

Emma starts to walk downstairs, but Ben calls out to her.

Ben: Oi, where'd you think you're going?

Emma stops in her tracks.

Emma: To get dry.

Ben: Come here a sec.

As Emma turns and walks back up the stairs, Ben talks to himself, opening the door to his left.

Ben: Please be done.... oh thank god!

Ben smiles at Emma as she reaches the top of the stairs and points in the door. Emma walks in to the room, where the curtains are drawn, a large Christmas tree stands in the corner of the room, decorated with blue and white lights. A fight place sits near by, lit up as the smoke drifts up the chimney. Emma's eyes widen as she looks at the rows of presents underneath.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: I know, it's a little early but I'm a kid at heart, love a Christmas tree.

Emma wraps her arms around Ben's neck and Ben holds her close.

Ben: Why don't you open the curtains darling.

Ben follows Emma towards the curtains, bending down and placing a little blue box under the Christmas tree. He stands up straight as Emma pulls back the curtains.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: I wasn't doing anything!

Emma: Ben, it's snowing. It was raining a few minutes ago.

Ben moves behind Emma, putting his arms around her from behind and squeezing her tight. Ben turns his head towards the camera and winks as the camera switches to outside, showing Ben and Emma inside the room. The camera goes up to see a snow machine above the window, firing out white flakes in to the dark evening air. The camera jumps in to the room again with Ben looking at the camera.

Ben: Gotta love a swerve.

Ben gives a thumbs up to the camera as the scene fades out.

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Ben Jordan's face appears on the screen.

Ben: Right people, this is the part where you have to use your imagination. It's Friday right? But I'm not in Vegas yet, I'm in Cabo, Emz is doing some photo shoot thingy, but close your eyes and imagine with me.

Ben closes his eyes and the hallway of an SCW locker room area is seen. Benches and lockers are seen all around the room as discarded wrestling gear is seen on the floor. Ben opens his eyes and looks around.

Ben: That wasn't too difficult, right? Ok, now remember, everything you see is completely imaginary, these people are not actually here, including him.

Ben points a finger over to where Casey Williams in standing, looking across the locker room at Ben, evil in his eyes.

Ben: My ol' rival, the man I took the ACW title off on the last ACW show. This geezer and me have beat each other all over the gaff constantly, but you remember how we met Casey? After the first ACW show, you pulled me to one side and had a word in my shell like, telling me not to give up, that the talent was there, that I could beat people if I knuckled down and all that stuff and I did Casey, I beat you son, more than once. Respect was there, then the guy I trained for you, the little street thug Garcia decided to gob in my face after I put the time in for ya.

Ben walks towards Casey, waving his finger

Ben: Not good son! Not good at all! Will be my absolute pleasure to dunk you over the top rope mate, it really will.

Ben walks out of the locker room and in to Matthew Kennedy.

Ben: Didn't have bundles of interaction with this guy back in the day, he was winding down and doing some segment thingy, and I was trying to find my feet in SCW. Doesn't take away that the geezer did well in SCW. Without blokes like Kennedy, SCW wouldn't have had a foundation to build on, respect for that, even if he is a bit of a pompous tosser.

Ben walks away from Matthew Kennedy and past Max Burke, pointing a thumb at him as he trots past.

Ben: Didn't have a whole lot to do with Maxy there either but I agree with what a lot of people said back in the day that Max is the best wrestler not to have held the top gold. Bloody shame really cause I reckon the geezers forgot more about wrestling then this bloke will ever know. I won't lie, when I came to SCW, Max was the fella I watched closely, kept an eye on, the guy knows his stuff in the ring and I may have been on the ol' ASW site earlier and saw Max has signed up as a commentator. That's in ring wrestling's loss, let me tell ya!

Ben turns a corner, seeing Goth holding a glass of red wine between his fingers. Goth stares at Ben, his eyes locked on the Englishman.

Ben: Now there's a fella that freaks me out to say the least, but you can knock him for what he did here. He did exactly what I did in ACW, triple crown champion, only male to do it here so you can't underestimate him in anything he does. He didn't just fall in to these titles, the bloke earned them by beating a lot of people. Jumping from unpredictable roulette title to heavyweight is no easy task, you have to get yourself mentally ready for it in different ways and this bloke has been around long enough to know how to play the game. Really gotta keep an eye on him.

Ben continues to walk down the hallway.

Ben: It wasn't all bad people in the ring, take this guy for example.

Ben points to Jamie Staggs, standing eating a dish of nachos, the cheese dripping from his fingers.

Ben: This bloke, I worked with in the group known as NXT. Jamie was always the prankster of the place, I think he still is.

A member of the SCW production team walks past and Jamie runs his cheese covered fingers down his back, causing him to turn around. Jamie gives him a casually wave.

Ben: Yeah, defo still the Jamie Staggs I knew and pissed myself laughing around constantly. There is never a dull moment when this guy is around. I think that's what made the New XTremes fun. The personalities. Take him for example.

Ben walks over to Aleksei Koji, taping him on the back as he sways against the way.

Ben: Now when me and Mickey joined NXT, this was the fella put in charge of looking after us, making sure we didn't get ourselves in trouble. Problem was, we was all alike, loved a drink and a party so Aleksei didn't know what hit him. Instead of having two fella's he could mentor, he had two fella's who could drink as much as he could. They were fun times. Well, the times I could remember.

Ben continues to walk, seeing Ethan Brody standing to one side.

Ben: Another of my bad arse NXT boys. He and his partner wasn't called Guns For Hire for nothing. These boys would kick ya nan's arse if you paid them enough. I'm not joking either. Honestly can't wait to see Ethan again, top geezer, would give ya the shirt off his back, but if you gave it back to him wrinkled, he'd strangely ya with it. Don't ask how I know that.

Ben walks in to a big open area, right behind the black curtain that leads to the ring. Ben looks to the ring to see Jordan Williams standing next to the curtain at the bottom of three silver steps. Ben moves towards him, putting his arms around him before stepping back.

Ben: I know he's not here and you're all doing a wicked job at using your imagination. This man is a damn legend that gave me a chance to work with him, to earn from him, to wrestle with him. The geezer is an absolute saint and I learned so much just being around him. Our team might not have lasted but in that short time, the amount of stuff I started to see about what we do, about how we entertain, was proper decent mind blowing stuff. Honestly, I'm absolutely proud to have had this legend in my corner. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm a little bit star struck standing next to him right now, and this is all in your imagination.

Ben walks up the steps, turning around and looking at the backstage area, before continuing.

Ben: I've told ya about my past with some of these geezers, on how some impacted me or how some showed me different parts of wrestling, but it's all about when you get through these.

Ben points to the black curtain with his thumb and turns, walking through it in to a busy arena, every seat taken.

Ben: It's about what you do on the day for these people and win or lose, I'm coming to put on a show. Anyway people, you can stop imagining now.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene changes to Ben sitting on a beach, wearing khaki shorts and a white short sleeved shirt. He looks in the distance where camera flashes go off in the direction of a scantily clad Emma Rose. Ben reaches next to him, lifting a beer up next to his mouth.

Ben: It's an 'ard life, innit?

Ben takes a quick gulp of beer.

Ben: Anyways, I'll see you all on Sunday.

Ben raises the beer in his hand.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben puts his free thumb up and winks at the camera as the scene fades to nothing.

53
Climax Control Archives / Doubts...
« on: June 27, 2014, 12:29:45 PM »
 Ben Jordan's face appears on the screen.

Ben: Never had a big ol' problem with travel and all that stuff, been here, there and everywhere, but the first time my arse has been in Arizona. Let me tell ya, it's a bit toasty in this gaff.

Ben shortly shakes his head.

Ben: Anyway people, I'm getting a little bit off track here. I think Emz is on to me a little bit. You must follow me on Twitter, right? Well me redheaded angel is saying I've got something I'm not telling her. She's right.

Ben puts both hands up.

Ben: Whoa, hold ya horses, it's nothing relationshippy or anything like that. It's this poxy match. Anyways, time I came clean I reckon.

Ben leans back, showing his settings around him. Ben is sitting at a swimming pool, his feet hanging in the water as people swim around him. Ben leans back, placing his hands flat on the titles beneath him. The sounds of wolf whistles can be heard in the background, and a smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Don't even have to turn around, you just know who it is.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Happens more than you can imagine.

Ben turns his head around to see Emma Rose walking towards him, a tight and tiny white bikini covering her body as people stop and stare at the redheaded beauty making her way towards Ben. She reaches behind Ben, leaning down and putting her hands on Ben's shoulders, softly squeezing in to his muscles.

Ben: Darling, how about you take a seat here with me?

Ben taps his hand to his right, tapping the tiles next to him. Emma moves to his side, taking a seat and dipping her shapely legs in to the water. She wraps her fingers around Ben, looking at him.

Emma: So, are you gonna tell me what's going on?

Ben looks at Emma, a smile creeping across his lips.

Ben: Well you don't beat around the bush, do ya?

Emma: Not when I know something is up, Benny bear. You said yourself that you was off form. I know you're planning something.

Ben turns away from Emma, looking at the cool blue water below him.

Ben: I'm not planning anything darling. It's just...

Ben pauses for a second, breathing deeply slowly, before exhaling sharply. Emma puts her hand on Ben's shoulder.

Emma: What is it?

Ben nervously runs his left hand behind the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair.

Emma: Spit it out.

Another sigh escapes from Ben's lips.

Ben: It's this match Emz, this match on the next show. SCW has me actually confused right now. Not once have I been in a roulette match, I was never a roulette wrestler, and now, I'm fighting in a roulette match.

Emma presses her lips together, trying hard not to smile at Ben and take his concerns seriously.

Emma: That's what you're worried about?

Ben slowly nods, still not looking towards Emma.

Ben: Yeah, I mean, the most roulette thing I ever did was back in ACW, when I had a cage match with Casey Williams.

Emma: And won the ACW World championship in that match.

Emma's reminder brings a smile to Ben's face briefly.

Ben: Yeah but there's a whole world of difference between knowing you're gonna have a cage match, and what you could get in a roulette match. See, a cage match, you watch some classic ones, you get in the cage and get comfortable with it. In an SCW roulette rules match, it could be anything. You've seen how screwed up these bloody matches go.

Emma: Well, Bombshell Roulette champion here....

Ben turns to look at Emma.

Ben: Because you can kick serious arse in that division. Beneath the photo shoots, the make up, the smiles and the amazing Bristols there.

Ben flicks a finger towards Emma's chest.

Ben: You're actually pretty damn bad arse.

A smiles crosses Emma's face as Ben turns away, looking back in to the water.

Emma: Thank you, but remember, they're just chairs and stuff, nothing that will hurt you forever. You just take the bumps and get back up.

Ben turns to Emma with a curious look on his face, but the look turns in to a wide smile.

Ben: Oh I bet I know what you thought.

Emma blinks her eyes rapidly as she looks at Ben, the look of confusion crossing her face.

Ben: You thought I was worried about chairs and getting hurt.

A confused tone comes from beyond Emma's lips.

Emma: You mean you're not worried about that?

Ben smiles as he shakes his head.

Ben: Nah, don't be daft, I'm worried about that poxy wheel landing on a mud match, or a skin to win bollocks match, with Jamie Dean as the referee!

Emma: Oh Ben!

Emma pushes Ben in the shoulder, turning her head away from him as a wider smile crosses Ben's face. He taps Emma on the shoulder, but Emma shakes her head.

Ben: Chairs and stuff like that is part of the game darling, but that bloody wheel has a lot of weird, crazy shit on. It's like a sign from above really. You put the sexual monster that is Jamie Dean in as a referee, and it's bounce to land on something degrading.

Emma turns back to Ben, a very unimpressed look on her face.

Emma: Just cause Jamie is involved, doesn't mean there's more chance of it landing on something degrading Ben. You know how this works, I've told you how it works. We don't know what match type it will be until just before the match.

Ben: I bet this one will involve me ending up in me pants. I can just sense it.

Emma reaches over, grabbing on to the top of Ben's leg and softly digging her manicured nails in to the muscle.

Emma: Nothing wrong with that.

Emma bites her lower lip, giving Ben a playful wink.

Ben: When Jamie isn't in the room, I'd strut around in me pants for the sake of it.

Emma: Not so long ago, you'd strut around in your pants for the sake of it in public, after a few beers.

Ben looks up at the sky as if he's reminiscing.

Ben: Ah, the classic roadrunner boxers. Meep meep.

Ben turns back to Emma.

Ben: Truth is darling, when I started wrestling, it was because I liked the classic style. I liked the whole hero Vs villain thing, I liked the proper storytelling, I liked all those great tag teams that would go out there and wrestle their arses off for the fans, so when I decided to do this stuff, I found a trainer who reflected that. I looked at trainer after trainer and found Chett Hawkins, Hangman himself and I bugged the fuck outta him to train me, because he was a wrestling tough guy, a solid solo star and a great tag team wrestler. He didn't mind beating people with chairs, but didn't need a fantasy match and end up covered in mud or end up damn near stark bollock naked to get over.

Ben breathes deeply.

Ben: Just the way I'm built my love.

Emma kisses Ben on the cheek, running her fingers over the top of his hair.

Emma: Chances are it won't land on something like that anyway. I don't think I've seen a skin to win match here.

Ben: I hope not, cause I don't wanna see Holly Wood's nut sack. Be my luck to strip the geezer and it'll fall out.

Emma laughs softly as she look at Ben.

Emma: I hope it's a swimming pool match.

Ben: Why?

Emma: Cause you look good wet.

Emma puts her hand behind Ben, catching the Cockney off guard and pushes him in to the pool! Ben goes under water as Emma laughs. Ben appears after a few seconds, pushing his hands over the top of his head and squeezing the water out of his hair. He looks up at the laughing Emma.

Ben: Shoulda saw that coming.

Emma nods and smiles at Ben.

Ben: Remember, pay back and all that.

Before Emma can move, Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes.

Ben: Never thought I'd be cutting this promo from a pool, but I've done them in worse places I guess.

Ben shakes his head, letting the water drip from his face.

Ben: Well you all get to see a lovely debut of sorts this week people. I actually make a roulette debut. Never done this malarkey before so it should be interesting. This match pretty much has it all really. You have the Bombshell Roulette champion, a cute ol' Cockney geezer, a legit supermodel with a face like a slapped arse, a geezer who puts on make up and tucks his junk in to places it shouldn't actually go, and a bloke who enjoys watching other blokes wrestle in jelly.

Ben looks up at the sky.

Ben: Think I covered it all there. Never thought I'd say all that but we are a Vegas based place. I know I've been me own worst enemy with think one, little bits of doubt here and there creeping in to me dome, but end of the day, I still wanna win the thing. I've had single matches, I've had tag matches, I've had mixed tag, triple threats, you name it, I've done it and you know looking back, for a fella who's never had a title shot at any belt in SCW, I haven't lost that many. Now in me first Roulette match, I don't really wanna lose that either.

Ben starts to wade through the water, trying to get to the edge of the pool.

Ben: Now I know me lady is gonna deal with Veronica Taylor, not an issue there, so I gotta focus on Holly Wood. We all know Sin City loves a controversial character. We all know that people don't like facing controversial characters, but let me tell you something geezer - The fear fades when ya been in a ring with our referee for the night. Trust me on that, nothing gets weirder than facing Jamie Dean. Doesn't matter if it looks like I'm hitting a bird, because we know ya got more than the average bird between ya pegs. I will be looking at you as just any normal opponent. I will look at ya as another one in the way.

Ben gets to the side of the pool, putting his hands on the side and pulling himself up next to Emma, swinging round and taking a seat.

Ben: This match mean a lot to my baby here and I know only a win will put a smile on that gorgeous face of hers so trust me when I say, I'm gonna give her what she wants.

Ben lifts Emma's arm over his shoulder and stands up, cradling Emma in his arms.

Ben: It doesn't matter who this match was against, I was always gonna work my bollocks off to make sure we was on the winning side, and it just so happens that I'm facing someone who wishes they had no bollocks, is my opponent. I'm sorry Holly mate, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, because we're gonna show ya that you could have all the Mean Girl support in the world, but it means nothing, because Sunday night belongs to Team Bemma.

Ben edges closer to the water

Ben: Anyways, gotta go. Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene unfreezes. Emma shakes her head before looking down and seeing the water. She looks towards Ben.

Emma: You did the finger clicky thing again, didn't you?

Ben: Yep, and now...

Ben stands on the edge of the pool, a wide smile on his face.

Ben: CANNONBALL!!!

Ben leaps off the side of the pool with Emma in his arms as the scene fades out.

54
Climax Control Archives / World Cup Fever
« on: June 12, 2014, 08:22:42 AM »
 The sound of a hammer hitting a wall is heard as we fade in to the home of Ben Jordan and Emma Rose - The Las Vegas home - Talk about bad timing on booking with the World Cup coming up, so yeah, Vegas, not London.

The scene starts in the kitchen. Emma Rose sits at a large wooden table. Her fingers wrapped loosely around a cup as she stares in to the liquid inside. The hammering continues from a room coming off the kitchen, but Emma's eyes drift around the kitchen, her mind clearly in thought and blocking out all the sounds from the outside world. A huge thump from the other room snaps Emma out of her trance and the redheaded Kiwi sits up straight in her chair as the hammering from the other room continues to thump through the house.

Emma: What is going on in there?

Emma removes her fingers from the cup, pushing back the chair with her legs as she stands up straight. She turns around, moving the chair back in place as she moves past it and through the door behind her. She looks around the room as workers move around the living room, carrying tools towards their destination. She looks up to see Ben, notepad and pencil in hand, standing in the middle of this scene of chaos. Ben sketches something on the notepad as Emma approaches him from behind. She taps him on the shoulder.

Ben: Yeah, with ya in just a sec geezer, just writing a plan here for when the other stuff gets here.

Emma clears her throat, looking towards Ben.

Emma: What other stuff Benny Bear?

Ben looks up, a smile on his face.

Ben: Cor, that's the sexiest workman's voice I've ever heard. If the missus wasn't in the house, we could have fun.

Ben turns around, a cheeky smile on his face.

Ben: Hello baby, didn't see you there.

Emma grabs Ben's arm, twisting it with a pinch and looking at him.

Emma: Ben, what the hell is going on in here?

Emma puts her hands on her hips, looking at Ben with a stern look on her face.

Emma: Why is there two guys over there standing up ladders?

Ben turns his head around, looking at the two men Emma is referring to and looks back at Emma.

Ben: Well darling, they're up those ladders right? To make sure the sheet for the big projector is straight, cause that's where they're about to hang it up. It's gotta be straight or it will look like the pitch it wonky and we can't have a wonky pitch during the World Cup darling.

Emma: What projector Ben?

Ben: The one that's gonna go up there.

Ben points above his head.

Ben: Then it's gonna point at the screen and give us every World Cup game on a bigger, more focused picture. It's gonna look so good, you're gonna see the sweat fall off of Rooney's big Shrek like mush.

Emma: Ben! This is our living room!

Ben puts his hand on Emma's shoulder.

Ben: And it still will be, between games.

Emma pushes Ben's hand away from her shoulder as a knock on the door is heard. Ben calls out towards the door.

Ben: Come on in, it's open.

Three women walk in the room, carrying things under their arms, looking like cardboard cut outs, flags and banners.

Ben: Ah, blinding, you must be my decorating crew. You ladies just crack on and hang those flags and banners everywhere. Did you get the cut out?

One of the women hands Ben a cardboard cut out of someone. Ben admires it up and down.

Ben: Just what we need.

Emma: What the...

Ben: Sorry baby, lemme introduce you to someone. Emz this is David, David, this is the missus, Emma.

Ben turns the cut out around to show it as former England captain, and now general celebrity, David Beckham. Emma rolls her eyes at Ben.

Emma: How old are you again?

Ben: Old enough to know that this man is a legend of English football, it's only fitting that he be here during the World Cup.

Emma: You didn't wanna invite the real one?

Ben scratches the side of his head.

Ben: It's the World Cup baby, the real one is pretty busy at this time of the year, too busy to come and hang out with me and they boys to watch England play.

Emma: The boys?

Another knock on the door distracts Ben.

Ben: Just a second baby.

Ben leans down and kisses an unimpressed Emma on the top of the head.

Ben: Come on in.

A man walks through the door, wheeling in a huge fridge, standing at least six foot tall - the fridge, not the man.

Man: Where do you want this?

Ben looks down at the paper in his hand before looking back at the man. He points to a wall on the side of the room.

Ben: Just over there geez.

Man: Thanks. I will get the other one when I'm done with this one.

Ben: Cheers pal.

Emma's eyes widen and she puts her hands on the side of Ben's face, pulling his face to face hers. She looks deep in to his eyes.

Emma: Other one?

Emma squashes Ben's face. Ben speaks through his squashed lips.

Ben: Baby, fish lips is not a good look for me.

Emma moves her hands away from Ben's face, placing her hands firmly on her hips, looking up at Ben very sternly.

Ben: As I said, I got the boys coming over, we needed fridges in the living room to handle the amount of beer that will be drunk that day. You see, us English as you know, we love a bit of football, we love a bit of beer with the football, we love to sit and drink beer, while watching the football and calling the referee a wanker. We don't like missing football to get beer, so I got a couple of fridges here, near the projector, so that we can get up and get beer without missing the game.

A sarcastic tone fills Emma's voice as she looks away from Ben.

Emma: I'm surprised you didn't just hire butlers.

Ben curls the left side of his lip down, a curious look crosses his face.

Ben: Why didn't I think of that?

Emma turns her head back to Ben.

Emma: Because you decided to ruin our living room instead with projectors and big screens.

Ben slowly nods his head, but quickly shakes it, not exactly hearing Emma's words.

Ben: Nah, that's not what men do with football, we go and get the beer ourselves, don't have anyone bringing it to us unless we're in the pub and people have to bring it to you because those are the rules of the pub.

Emma: Ben, are you even listening to me?

Ben: Of course. Look, this will all get sorted soon.

Another knock on the door pulls Ben's attentions away from Emma.

Ben: Come in!

Two men walk in, carrying a sofa between them. Ben quickly looks down at the paper in his hand and points to another part of the room.

Ben: Just leave it over there gents.

The man at the back nods and Ben turns his attention back to Emma.

Emma: Don't tell me, two new sofas?

Ben: Erm, yeah, two new sofas after that one.

Emma: Three new sofas?!?!?! Benjamin, I do not swear very often, but you're getting me close.

A cheeky smile crosses Ben's face.

Ben: Getting you close, eh? Where have I heard that before?

Emma pushes Ben in the chest.

Emma: This is not a time for jokes Ben. Our living room looks like a bomb has gone off in it. You've done all this without even mentioning it to me. You keep saying the boys are coming round, but who are the boys?

Ben rubs his chin, looking down at Emma. He moves his hand to her shoulder and tilts his head, as if he's thinking.

Ben: Well there's Hot Stuff, Gabriel, I got a text from Jason Adams this morning, he'll be here if he can find the place. Jonesy is gonna try put in an appearance, Giani and some of his crew will be here, Spike is coming and seeing if NXT fancy it. Plus Mickey might put in an appearance, depending on how our alcohol fueled peace talks go. Anyone else who's up for it, can come here too.

Emma's eyes widen as she slowly shakes her head, this angry side rarely seen from SCW's Bombshell Roulette champion.

Emma: Are you out of your mind Ben? What if Steve Ramone turns up? Him and Gabriel are likely to wreck the house! You've invited people in to our home, who I don't like and don't trust! You're allowing people in to the place we call ours, for a stupid game, when they can destroy everything!

Emma turns her back on Ben, but Ben drops the paper and pen to the floor. He reaches behind Emma and puts his hands on her shoulders, moving his body close behind her and whispering in her ear.

Ben: Do you really think I would do this, if I didn't think it was safe? Everyone knows that this is about the football, not wrestling, this is about the beautiful game, and relaxing. Most of us have to work the day after anyway, so it will be football, a few beers, people will go home because we all have Climax Control on Sunday.

Emma sighs deeply

Emma: And what do you plan on doing about that on the wall?

The camera turns around to see a painting on the wall of Ben and Emma. Ben stands slightly to the side of Emma in the painting, both naked, but Ben's leg in front of Emma's front and arm around her upper body, covering Emma's modesty. Ben scratches his head, looking at the painting.

Ben: Probably get the piss ripped out of me forever.

Emma spins around, looking at Ben.

Emma: Wait, did you say Saturday?

Another distracting knock causes Ben to turn his attention towards the door way.

Ben: It's open.

Two men with trolleys stacked up with cases of beer walk in to the view of the camera.

Delivery guy: Other cases, liquor, wine and the two kegs are on the truck.

Ben: Nice one geez, if you just leave them in the corner right there, I'll sort them out later.

The men turn the trolleys towards where Ben nodded his head.

Emma: Ben...

Ben: It's only three cases of Fosters, two Carlsbergs, three Buds, two Guinness, a case of John Smith's bitter, a case of Magners cider, few bottles of red and white wine in case birds turn up, and a few top shelve things. Plus some soft drinks for anyone who don't get the old football and booze thing.

Emma: Not that, but that's a lot there. No ice though.

Ben: Shit, knew I'd forget something but don't worry, will fix that.

Emma: Ben, did you say this thing is on Saturday?

Ben: Yes baby.

Emma takes a step back, looking at Ben.

Ben: What?

Emma: You've arranged all this for Saturday?

Ben: Right.

Emma: You've forgotten, haven't you?

Ben looks blank, but Emma huffs.

Emma: Forget it Ben! Oh wait, you have already.

Emma storms out of the room, leaving Ben confused.

Ben: It's not her birthday.... not my birthday... it's not....

Ben's face drops.

Ben: Ah shit!

Ben moves in the same direction that Emma went as the scene fades out.

What did Ben forget? What has turned Emma from a ray of sunshine to what we've just seen? You know what I'm gonna say, right? You gotta wait and see when Emma's promo hits the air!



A little later, Ben sits down on the new sofa, people still rushing around him as they get things in to place. Ben sighs deeply as he looks slowly around the room.

Ben: Can't think with all this noise going on around me.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes, everyone stays perfectly still.

Ben: Been a while since I've done that, eh?

Ben leans back on the sofa, looking in to the camera.

Ben: I suppose we better get to talking about a certain little SCW match I have coming up and forget the footy for a while, right?

Ben nods his head firmly.

Ben: I've been in a few teams in my life, especially since my feet hit the ground in SCW. I've teamed with Mickey Carroll, Jordan Williams and even the champ himself, Simon Jones on a couple of occasions and on Sunday, back in the tag team division, teaming with Thomas Knight.

He swings around, putting his feet up on the sofa.

Ben: I'm a team player, I don't mind doing the tag team thing. Tag teams are under rated as it goes. I mean there's been some cracking teams in the past, cracking teams in SCW's history, Sinful Obsession and Blood Omen just to name a couple. Those two teams had amazing amounts of credibility and I'm looking for the same in a way. Since I got here with a big reputation, it's no secret that thing ain't exactly taken off in the way I wanted them to, and this tag thing is the match to my petrol and it's time to light things up and kick start this SCW career.

Ben flicks his hair back from his forehead.

Ben: And this is the way to do it. Tommy and I are taking on another lethal lottery team in the form of Jeremiah Hardin and Eric Steel.... Steel without an E on the end.... that's for the guy who writes the preview. This is a little challenge because these two fella's haven't been seen a lot of late, so it's like stepping in to the unknown.

Ben: I know Hardin has been on the roster a bit, but seemed a bit quiet, and Eric is just returning, so it's unknown there. I wasn't in SCW when Eric was around, but the geezer seems alright. It's a big night for Eric, he comes back to SCW after months out and he wants to make a huge impact on things, he wants to come on out there and show that he can do this, that he still has something there to make the people sit up and listen, to make them pay to see you, but that's exactly what I wanna do. I wanna physically drag tag team wrestling in to the new ages and to do that, I have to get past you in a little bit of style and I think I got that in me. This match is all about proving something. Me and Tommy boy have gotta prove we deserve to be in that ring, Hardin needs to prove why he has a roster spot when he has done nothing but quiet, but Mr Steel has more to prove than most. He has to prove why he was brought back. Sorry Eric mate, I don't think that's gonna happen.

Ben spins his feet back around, planting them on the floor.

Ben: Then the quiet one, Jeremiah Hardin. Gotta level with ya geezer, not sure why you're actually still about when there's so many people dying for an SCW contract and you sit there all quiet. You do have a hell of a lot to prove here in this match but the thing is Jerry, it's not gonna happen in this match, because it's time for me to get me foot on the ladder again and start to climb. It's my time to jump on up and go do something worth while. I gotta level with ya Jerry, you seem like a bit of a bottle job. It wasn't too long ago, you was given a heavyweight title match and no one heard a word from ya. Come on, who gets a title shot at the biggest title in our business and bottles it? Come on Jerry, I thought you was better than that.

Ben shakes his head.

Ben: This is redemption for you two, but this is my chance, this is Tommo's chance to step on up, and I dunno about him, but I ain't letting you people down. I am coming to win, and I will do just that. This is a chance for us to be noticed. We're gonna take it.

Ben stands up.

Ben: Anyway, It's time to let you crack on with what you're doing people and I gotta go and make some stuff up to Emz, so you lot have a good 'un, and I will see you all in that ring on Sunday.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Laters people!

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene unfreezes and the people working on the living room, start to move, getting back to work.

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Climax Control Archives / Moving forward
« on: May 09, 2014, 05:11:51 AM »
 Madagascar.... yes people, it's a real place. It's not just a movie, it's real.

Ben Jordan sits on porch of The four star Tsara Komba Lodge luxury holiday home, rented for this leg of the tour.

Ben: Being in charge of booking mine and Emz travel stuff has been pretty bloody handy. You wanna show a bird you mean business, you show her the best ya can, ya know people?

Ben sits in a wicker chair, a laptop in front of him on a small table. The moonlight falls down on the vast ocean in front of him.

Ben: Probably wondering why it's another night time, evening promo but here's the thing. Over here in Africa, time isn't much different from the UK, it's about an hour in front, and that's about it, but considering I spend a lot of time all over the place, my sleep is proper messed up, so I sleep when I want. It's not like I'm booked a lot. Not like I really do a lot, so getting up to film a promo like this is pretty bloody rare. That's why me and the missus end up being public with tweets, for two people who love to spend a lot of time with each other, both sleeping at random times is a bit of a bitch. Anyway, excuse me for a second would ya?

Ben taps away on the laptop in front of him.

Ben: I've learned a lot while I've been here. Mostly about how lucky some people really are and simply don't know it. Everyone pisses off to their posh gaffs with central heating and running water and forget the rest of the world. They forget all the stuff going on elsewhere in the world and live in their own little bubble. Some might, not me. Check this.

Ben waves his hand towards the camera, beckoning it close. The camera turns around to the laptop to show the wiki page of Madagascar.

Ben: Yeah, yeah, wiki, I know, but look at that. Ninety percent of the country live on two dollars a day. How stupid is that when people in America, England, all over the place spend more on a cup of coffee at Starbucks? Girl Scout cookies cost more per box then these people get to live on.

Ben shakes his head, looking at the screen.

Ben: Cigarettes, alcohol, things wrestlers use to relax after getting walloped in the ring, all cost more than what these guys live on.

Ben looks up at the camera.

Ben: Make ya feel proud, eh?

Ben slowly shakes his head at the screen.

Ben: Christian, Mark, Erik, take my match fee this week and find a charity out here that deserves it, would ya? What you're paying me will help go a long bloody way out here. A lot longer than it will go in America.

Ben closes the lid on the laptop and looks at the camera.

Ben: Well, while I got you here, I might as well talk about the match. I know I was a bit of a replacement. I'm fine with that, because this is actually quite an interesting opponent for me. It's a guy I've sat and watched since his debut, with a little bit of interest if I'm honest. Now I've never been a massive fan of "throw myself around the ring, hurt myself to get cheers" style of wrestling. I've never been an overly massive fan of the limit pushing that a lot do. I prefer the old school style of wrestling, the style that used to have the heroes and villains over the people who whack each other senseless with chairs, but my opponent is that style, and part of me respects that, the other part of me thinks he's bloody loopy.

Ben lets out a huge yawn.

Ben: Sorry bout that, never can tell when the urge will kick in to sleep. Michael Hardy, now this is a geezer willing to put his bollocks on the line for a title, any title, Bombshell title if he could convince the powers that be, that he's a bird. This fella feels the need to have a bit of gold to define him. Michael, mate, let me give you some advice me ol' mucker. Gold does not define the man, the man defines the gold. You don't need title belts around ya to know ya something special. If that was the case, believe me when I say I would have come to SCW after being a triple crown ACW champion, and gone for everything. People already know who I am without the belt around my body. People actually send angry tweets that I am not on TV as much as I used to be. I can make a name for myself without having a belt around my waist and so could you geezer. You could be known as the enigma, not a champion, and people will still remember who you are and what you've done.

Ben puts his elbow on the table.

Ben: I do it for entertainment, and it's pretty clear who we're gonna be entertaining in the ring on Sunday. People with a bit of cash to burn, or people who are spending a lot of what they've saved up, just to see us put on a hell of a show. Are we gonna let them down Michael? Are you gonna bring a B game to this one? Cause I'm not mate. These people in these poor countries spend an arm and a leg to see us, when they don't have that kinda wonga. It's our job to give them the best damn show they could ask for. It's our job to show them just what we can do.

Ben nods firmly.

Ben: It's our duty to give them their money's worth Michael. We have to, so are you gonna bring everything you have for the fans, or not?

Ben yawns again.

Ben: Now me Michael, I have every single intention in the world to bring everything I can to this match, everything because that's what the fans are paying to see. They wanna see the best, and I'm gonna give them that, but this will pose a slight problem for you Michael. My best is pretty bloody good, I mean seriously decent stuff. Being at my best helped me gain more than a few career highlights, it has made me become very well known and I'm a little worried after your last showing that you won't be able to keep up.

Ben holds his hand up straight.

Ben: I know, I know, you won your match, but sorry mate, CrasH was pretty amazing in that one, and is getting a lot of praise for that match. Gonna say it now, CrasH is a future Heavyweight champ, being the first to say that one.

Ben puts his hand back down.

Ben: Back to my original point here. I think Hardy got a little out shone by his partner last week and it worries me that I will be giving it my all and Michael, you won't be able to keep up. You need to Michael or you don't really stand much of a chance in this one. You need to be able to keep up in the ring with me or you might as well get down to South Africa early and give this match a bit of a swerve. I've done well lately, not too many loses on the record, and I don't really fancy a loss against you. No offense geezer, but I am an absolute diamond when I win, and not so nice when I lose and I'm looking at being nice this week, I'm looking for the win and you're just unlucky you got me as an opponent this week, cause that puts you in a bit of trouble. Coming to win my old son, coming to win.

Ben covers his mouth, covering another yawn.

Ben: Looks like that's me lot for now. I'll see ya Sunday Michael, bring everything you got, yeah?

Ben picks up the laptop.

Ben: Laters people.

Ben walks in to the holiday home as the camera fades.



Six hours later. Ben paces up and down in the living room area of the holiday home, his phone in his hand as he paces. He looks down on the phone.

Ben: C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

Ben runs his hand through his hair, nervous looking as he stands dressed in beige khaki shorts and a buttoned up short sleeved white shirt. On his feet, a pair of flip flops causes the wooden boards to creak underneath as he steps forward before turning around. His eyes stay on the phone, not noticing Emma Rose standing at a doorway, watching Ben as he paces nervously. Emma moves behind Ben as he turns around, wrapping her arms around his waist. Ben jumps in the air, spinning around to see Emma.

Ben: Bloody hell darling, nearly just jumped out of me skin.

Emma move her head back, looking up at Ben as he puts his hands on her shoulders.

Emma: Are you ok? You've been jumping around like a flea since you got out of bed.

Ben swallows hard, wiping his forehead.

Ben: Yeah, I'm just...

Ben starts to fumble for his words.

Ben: You know.

Emma places her hands on Ben chest.

Emma: No Ben, I don't know. What's going on?

Ben: It's like this baby. I'm waiting on this call, right? It's a call that could change everything, proper everything, yeah?

Emma scratches her head, her eyes narrowed, burning in to Ben's eye.

Emma: What the hell are you talking about?

Ben: I'm telling ya, I'm telling ya, relax will ya?

Ben moves away from Emma, pacing up and down, looking for the right words. He takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand and spins back to face Emma with his forefinger pointed towards Emma.

Ben: I did something a while ago, a little while ago, two, maybe three months, it could have been four months, no three, definitely three.

Emma: Ben!

Emma's voice raises, causing Ben to stop pointing his finger towards Emma.

Emma: Will you just tell me already?

Ben: Ok, ok.

Ben takes another deep breath as he looks towards his redheaded princess. He exhales a long breath and looks at Emma. Moving towards her, her places a hand on her shoulder.

Ben: I went and bo....

Before Ben can continue, the phone in his other hand starts to ring.

Ben: Hold that thought baby.

Ben puts his finger up towards Emma and strolls away from her, leaving her cross armed across the room. Ben hits the button on the front of the phone, raising it up to his ear.

Ben: Ben Jordan here.

...Pause...

Ben: Great to hear from ya, how's tricks?

...Pause...

Ben: Brilliant. So what's the news?

...Pause...

Ben: End of the month? Yeah, won't be a problem. What I'll do is get a transfer to you in the next couple of hours, and you can tie up the loose ends and stuff and I'll fly back for a few days next week and sign the contracts. Just to be sure, it's a done deal, right? They've signed and you have that in your possession?

...Pause...

Ben: Brilliant news, I'll see you next week.

Ben hits the button on the phone, placing it down at a nearby sideboard and turns to Emma.

Emma: Well, what was all that about?

Ben clinches his fists together.

Ben: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH! RESULT!

Emma bites her lower lip, looking at Ben as he runs towards her. Ben lifts her off her feet, and Emma wraps her arms around Ben's neck and legs around his waist. He spins her around and an uncontrollable smile crosses her lips. Ben puts his head next to Emma's, slowly tracing his lips up her shoulder and on to her neck, gently kissing her. Emma can't help but giggle at Ben's antics as she grips a hold of the back of his head, softly grabbing on his hair.

Emma: Ben! Put me down! What's going on here!?

Ben places Emma down on to her feet, before putting his hands on her cheeks, and kissing her firmly on the lips, his hands running down to the small of her back, and pulling her body closer. Ben pulls away with a smile on his face.

Ben: Baby. You go on down to the beach just outside there. I'm just gonna grab something and I'll be with you, ok?

Emma: Ummm, ok.

Ben kisses Emma against quickly.

Ben: Love you baby!

Before Emma can say anything to Ben, Ben charges off in the direction on the kitchen. Ben opens the fridge, pulling out a bottle of champagne. He places it on the kitchen work surface before moving across the room. He lifts the top off a chest freezer and pulls out a bucket, filled with ice and shuts the top down.

Ben: What? Plan for everything, just in case.

Ben winks towards the camera as he places the bucket on the work surface next to the bottle and picks it up, and places it in to the ice bucket. Ben spins on his heals and turns to a cupboard above his head. He opens it with his left hand and pulls out two champagne flutes with his right hand. He places his left hand on the cupboard again and pushes it shut and moves back to the ice bucket. Leaning down, Ben wraps his arm around the bucket, picking it up and moving out of the kitchen. He talks to himself and he walks in to the living room.

Ben: You can do this Ben. That call was only phase one, but now we gotta get phase two going or phase one isn't gonna mean a damn thing. Not a thing at all. You can do this, it's nothing different, you're always together anyway, things just change that instead of a few things, everything will just be in one place, no more staying at my place in London. Then it will happen in America too. Be no more rushing off to pick something up from your own gaff, or trying to make time for each other. If she says yes Ben, it will be ok, first that place, then we'll look for something closer to work too, or we can go in to my rented place... STOP!

Ben stops himself from talking and takes a deep breath.

Ben: We gotta get her to say yes to this one first, then we'll worry about. Getting ahead of ourselves a little here. I know your nervous Ben, but we got this. I've done more nervous things than this.

Ben gives himself a reassuring nod and walks through the door. He looks around, seeing Emma in the not too distance. Ben walks towards Emma quickly moving to her side. She lowers her sunglasses and looks towards him as he sits by her side, placing the ice bucket in front of her and puts the bottom of the two glasses a little deeper in the golden sand, keeping them steady. Emma looks down at ice bucket.

Emma: Champagne? Ben, it's still the morning.

She turns her head towards Ben, her shaded eyes looking at Ben as he looks away from Emma.

Ben: Well, I could have some big news

Emma: Are you pregnant Ben?

Ben's head jolts around to a smiling Emma. Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: Behave would ya? Nervous enough as it is.

Emma: Awwww, is Benny scared to ask a girl to the prom? Poor Ben.

Emma smiles once more as taps him on the head, emphasizing her mocking tone.

Ben: Turn it in love. I really do have something important going on in me dome.

Emma: Ok.

Emma's face turns straight as Ben takes a hold of her hand, wrapping both his hands around hers. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes a long deep breath. As he opens his eyes, he turns to Emma.

Ben: Well, remember we've been talking about that underground house, that's really expensive but has a lot of great stuff in it.

Emma: The one we've been joking about?

Ben: Yeah, that one.

Ben moves one of his hands, running it over the back of his neck. He bites his lip nervously for a few seconds before speaking.

Emma: What it about it, Ben?

Ben: Well, I've bought it.

Emma pulls her hand away, moving her head back and lowering her sunglasses to look at Ben.

Emma: You've done what?

Ben: I bought it. That's what the phone call was about. It was my lawyer, paperwork's signed by everyone else involved, just needs my ol' John Hancock on it and it will almost be mine.

Emma: Almost?

Ben: Well that's the other thing. You see, it's paid for, had the money moved to an account a while ago, but I never wanted to have just my name written all over it.

Emma: Ben...

Ben puts his finger on Emma's lips.

Ben: Please darling, let me finish this before I lose me bollocks.

Ben moves his finger away from Emma's mouth.

Ben: We've been together for a while, and we never should have been apart from when we was kids. This should have happened years ago. We should have gone through more highs and lows together. I guess it hit me that I spent so many years away from the woman I always should have been with and I don't want to spend another minute apart really. That place is in England, I know we're elsewhere a lot, but I want that to be our home.

Emma: Our home?

Ben takes both Emma's hands in his and looks at her.

Ben: I love you Emma, I wanna spend as much time as I can with you. That document needs your name on too, because I want us to live together... so, will you move in to our brand new underground house.... with swimming pool in the bedroom?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Is that more commitment I see there, Ben? Well, it's time for a little intermission here. Wanna find out what happens next? Might wanna go watch Emma's promo.

56
Climax Control Archives / Hands Off
« on: April 16, 2014, 12:13:00 PM »
  Standing looking in a mirror, a still bearded Ben Jordan combs back the side of his hair, tilting his head as he looks at his own reflection. Ben is wearing a dark blue suit, silk looking in appearance. A black shirt covers his upper body and a pair of shiny black shoes sit on his feet. Ben runs the comb through the right side of his head, before placing it down on the sink in front of him.

Ben: I'm gonna sweat my bollocks off wearing this in this Egyptian heat. No wonder the natives wear bed sheets on them instead.

Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: Right people, how we doing today? We're going a little arse backwards with this promo because I got this proper fit, banging redhead in the next room, and we're off out tonight, so we're not doing the finger clicking thingy to pause the scene to talk, we're just gonna have a little rabbit here and now, you lot alright with that?

Ben raises a thumb towards the mirror, looking at the mirror towards the camera behind him.

Ben: What a blinding start to the tour, eh? Morocco was the dogs bollocks, with Emz picking up a cracking win against Roxi, when no one gave her a chance. Then we get a massive shock after the show on Sunday, biggest bloody shock I've seen in ages.

Ben leans on the sink with both hands.

Ben: They put yours truly on the next show! Who'd have thought it that Benny boy would be in the ring again? I mean there's been no secret made that I don't do a lot around here, even Emz has questioned my role since I've come on over to SCW. People ask me all the time how I go from ACW triple crown to doing bugger all in SCW. People tell me all the time about how I've been here a while, never really had a shot at anything. Thing is, couldn't give a toss if I'm honest, actually like what I've been doing and I'd happily hit the ring and get a front row seat to watch the next big bombshell, Emma Rose, do her thing, rather than have someone thump me.

Ben straightens up his suit jacket.

Ben: Having said that, since I found out I will be in the same ring as Andrew Garcia, my mind has been all over the place. See, I've been wanting to get in that ring with Andrew for a long time, if it wasn't for me getting in the ring with him, and teaching him how to do what he does, then he would be a wank with cold hands.... just not very good. I spent day after day away from Emz to give him a shot at being better than he is, watching Jordan Williams work on his character skills, getting in the ring and helping him grow as a wrestler, and the dirty git spat in my face. Not figuratively, literary gobbed in my face to try and get himself noticed.

Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: What an absolute bellend move that one really was. I didn't teach you to get noticed by gobbing in someone's face, where's the honor in that son? I taught you to wrestle, to get noticed with your skills, Jordan tried to plant some charisma in ya, get you noticed that way, but you thought spitting on me was gonna get ya noticed. All it's done is get right on my tits son, and got me to have the urge to kick you so hard in the bollocks, you'll have to move them out of the way to brush your teeth. What kind of geezer spits at another and not expect to get clumped round the dome? You should expect it Andy, because I know who you are, I gave you half those moves you use. I know you better than you think. Master's gonna whoop the students arse, lemme tell ya that for fuck all geezer.

Ben runs his thumbs along his eyebrows.

Ben: Been waiting for this for a while Andy, and I don't plan on disappointing.

Ben reaches down and picks up an aftershave bottle, splashing the aftershave on his hands before rubbing it over his face.

Ben: Cushdy!

He gently slaps his face, rubbing the aftershave in.

Ben: And on the flip side of the coin, a geezer who wants to face me as much as I wanna face Andy boy, but for completely different reasons.

Ben turns on the tap, running his hands under the water. He quickly turns the tap off and shakes his hands.

Ben: I reckon Jamie Dean has a thing going with Christian Underwood, must be able to bribe him with something if he keeps getting him in the ring with me. Blimey, not many matches for Jamie Dean in his SCW career, but two have been against me.

Ben grabs a towel from the side of the sink, and dries his hands.

Ben: Well Jamie, remember how the last one went, son? I came through that one as the winner and have every intentions of doing the same with this one. Every single intention is on me mind to win again. Don't get me wrong Jamie me ol' son, if I don't win, I'm not gonna have too many sleepless nights about it, I'm not exactly aiming to reach the highs of SCW at this point in time, happy plodding along, but it's the game we're in really. We say we don't care than we get in the ring and want to win it all, it's why we got to where we are, and I do have every intention to win.

Ben undoes the top button on his shirt.

Ben: It's about getting out there and entertaining the fans and that's what I plan on doing. Who knows geezer, maybe this is a chance SCW are gonna take me a little more seriously and I start becoming that big ol' fish, and get a shot or two at bigger things, but who knows. Here's something I do know mate, I do know I wanna batter Andrew Garcia and teach that midget, shaven monkey a little respect. I do know I wanna kick the respect in to that fake tanned dwarf, so if you wouldn't mind Jamie, just step back and let me wallop him some before you grope my arse or something.

Ben puts two thumbs up to the camera.

Ben: Cheers.

Ben runs his fingers through the sides of his hair and down across his beard.

Ben: Right, looking blinding right now, so gotta leave you lot alone for a while, cause I got a date with this stunning redhead, I mean proper stunning, and the next SCW Roulette champion. Yep, I said it, Emma Rose for Bombshell Roulette champion. But first, touch of the ol' Cairo nightlife.

Ben pulls the jacket he's wearing, straighter over his shoulders.

Ben: Later's people!

Ben turns around, exiting the bathroom and in to the living area, to see Emma Rose standing before him.

Ben: Absolutely stunning.

Emma is wearing a thin lined black dress that stops well above her knees. The fabric hugs to her well defined body in the right places; especially tight around her perfect and glorious curves. At the top of the midnight black dress, a loose section of material, that on an average woman, would have helped to hid her chest, but on Emma, it does nothing to hide her cleavage. Her arms are covered in a layer of lace that stops just past her elbows, while a mixture of black and gold bangles danced loosely around her right wrist. In her ears, back feathered earrings hang down her, natural looking make up covered cheek.

Ben: Just drop dead gorgeous.

Ben moves towards Emma, putting his hands on her hips, looking in to her eyes.

Ben: Did I mention just wow! You look amazing.

Ben moves closer to Emma, moving his body closer to hers. She runs her hands down Ben's jacket before lifting her hands up and placing her hands on Ben's shoulders.

Ben: You know, I don't think we should go to dinner sweetheart.

Emma: Really?

Ben: Oh really.

Emma bites her lower lip, moving closer to Ben, her lips close to Ben's ear.

Emma: And what should we do?

Ben moves his thumb to the side of Emma's face, moving her lips towards his.

Ben: I think we should take that really expensive dress.

Emma: Uh uh

Ben: And leave it on the floor, while we do other things.

Ben leans in, kissing Emma passionately on the lips. He runs his hand down her back, his hand resting on her rear end. Emma lifts her leg, wrapping it around Ben's waist, her hands planted firmly on Ben's cheek as she deepens the kiss. Emma slowly pulls her head away and looks Ben in the eyes.

Emma: Nope.

She runs her hands down his chest, as her foot returns to the floor.

Emma: But we're gonna be late, if we don't move fast. This is a top restaurant, famous people go there all the time.

Ben rests his hand on Emma's face.

Ben: We are famous people.

Emma shakes her head at Ben.

Ben: Ok, I'll call us a camel, but I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my hands off you all night.

Ben moves away from Emma as the scene fades



Sequoia restaurant, Zamelek, Cairo. The buzzing crowd, sitting around at various tables, lifts the atmosphere to a friendly level. The tent covered roof of the restaurant catches the eye, as lanterns hang down, above various tables.

Ben: This is like one big circus tent.

The tables look clean and white, low to the floor, many parked in front of curved white sofas. A huge open area surrounding the restaurant show the calming blue water, circling the restaurant.

Ben: Can we get a picture spliced in this part, showing the outside of this gaff? It looks the nuts.

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Ben: Cheers production people.

Beautiful tall, well lit buildings are seen across the river, their reflection lighting up the river.

Emma: This is beautiful.

A waiter leads Ben Jordan and Emma Rose to a table, where candles burns bright in the middle of the table. Various plates sit in front of the duo, as do many different pieces of cutlery. On one side of the table is a sofa, the other side, comfortable looking stools.

Ben: This is blinding. Having dinner while on a sofa. This is the nuts.

Ben moves next to the sofa, and holds Emma's hand, helping her to sit down on the low sofa.

Ben: No chair to pull out.

Emma sits down and pulls the chair closer to the table. Ben moves around the table and sits down on the comfortable low stool. He looks down at the various knives and forks in front of him.

Ben: I have no clue why they give ya so many of these things, I like me grub as much as the next bloke, but I don't think I can ever have a night where I use all these.

Emma: You live on pizza and bacon. If there was a bacon fork, you'd use it.

Ben looks up at a smiling Emma, a proud look across her lips. Ben smiles back.

Ben: Any fork is good for bacon sweetheart.

Ben blows a kiss across the table towards Emma as a waiter appears, pouring water in two glasses in front of them. Emma looks up at the waiter.

Emma: Thank you.

Ben: Yeah, cheers geezer.

The waiter looks down at Ben with a curious nod.

Ben: I swear no one understand me anywhere I go. I speak the Queen's English.

Emma: If the Queen was a cockney.

Ben: She lives in London, so close enough.

The waiter returns to the table, handing out a menu to Ben and one to Emma. Emma's eyes glance over the menu handed to her, but Ben looks disinterested as he glances down at the words written.

Ben: Nope, nope, nope.

Emma looks over the top of the menu, looking at Ben.

Emma: What?

Ben: Nothing I want on this menu.

Emma: Baby, you can't come to an Egyptian restaurant and order pizza.

Ben: No intention of that. What I fancy is more.... New Zealand.

Ben places the menu on the table and moves around towards Emma, sliding along the sofa and next to Emma. Emma turns her head to look at Ben, a shy smile on her face.

Ben: See, what I fancy is looking at me right now with that cute, shy little smile on her face.

Ben puts his hand on Emma's leg, a slight gasp coming from the New Zealanders lips as Ben moves his hand a bit higher. Emma reaches down to Ben's hand, gripping hold of his wrist.

Emma: Ben!

Ben: That is my Christian name.

Emma: No, Benjamin is your Christian name.

Ben: Tomato, tomarto.

Emma moves Ben's hand away, placing it back on to his own lap.

Ben: This hand looks so much better where it was, instead of where it is now.

Emma puts her hand on Ben's neck, running her fingers up and down his firm neck muscles. She looks deep in to his eyes.

Emma: Ben...

So why is Emma Rose very hands off today? As she lost her feelings for the Cockney King? What have these two done, that turned Ben in to a horn dog, and Emma so resistant? I guess you want answers, right? I guess you will have to watch Emma's promo, airing soon to get some of those answers!

The scene fades out with Emma looking in to Ben's eyes.... now you lot can wait for Emma's promo! It's gonna be a good one!

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Climax Control Archives / We're on our way to Wembley!
« on: March 13, 2014, 12:46:40 PM »
 Confused by the title? Yes, me too. Ben did give me a whole lot of stuff to say to explain things. *ahem* Wembley, the home of British football. Where the international side play to disappoint fans in big games, but more importantly, where Joe Everybody wishes they can see their team play just once. There's only a few ways to be a league side and get to Wembley, getting to any English competition cup final, a play off final and the recently added F.A Cup semi finals now. So now why are we sitting here taking about a football cup final or semi, when we are a wrestling company. I'll let Ben explain....

Ben Jordan's face appears on the screen. Ben clears his throat as he smiles.

Ben: I know a lot of you lovely people won't understand what this feels like, but this week, I'm facing Simon Jones, SCW's heavyweight champion, and that my friends, is my cup final. I know there's no title on the line, but Jonesy is the champion for a reason. He's the best at the moment and like when Millwall got to the cup final many years ago, he is Manchester United, the best in the country at the time, I'm a plucky little London team, this Sunday is my cup final. You know what I mean Jonesy.



Inside the home of Ben Jordan.

A football rolls in to the living room, quickly followed by a charging Ben Jordan, dressed in combat shorts and a Millwall FC shirt. Ben runs towards the ball, using the schoolyard method of adding your own commentary.

Ben: It's Jordan, he steps over the ball once.

Ben steps over the ball.

Ben: He does it twice.

Ben uses his other foot to step over the ball.

Ben: He knocks it past the defender.

Ben knocks the ball past the sofa in the room, darting to the left.

Ben: He shoots with his left.

Ben hits the ball left footed, sending it flying through a door on the right of the room. A huge crash can be heard in the other room.

Ben: HE SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORES! What a finish!

Ben pulls the Millwall shirt over his head, a celebration made famous by white haired Italian striker, Fabrizio Ravanelli. Ben drops to his knees in celebration, with his head still covered, but the ball somehow manages to hit him in the face.

Ben: OOF! Bloody hell!

Ben pulls the shirt down from his face to see Emma Rose staring at him, an unimpressed look upon her face.

Ben: Red card ref! Violent conduct going on here!

Emma holds the ball in her hand, looking down at Ben on his knees.

Ben: What kind of goalkeeper throws the ball in the nippy little strikers face after he scores a wonder goal with his weaker foot? Poor sportsmanship darling.

Emma throws the ball at Ben's head again, hitting him on the forehead and bouncing back to her hands.

Emma: Get up, you fool.

Ben puts out his lower lip and stands up.

Emma: With a garden out there, and a park across the road, why would you want to play football in the house?

Ben stands up straight and looks at Emma.

Ben: Because the sofa has four legs, right?

Emma: Right?

Ben: So that's two defenders I can dribble past.

Emma rolls her eyes at Ben.

Ben: And there's a couple of chairs in here too. So I have a whole team of defenders here to beat.

Emma: But they don't move.

Ben: Neither does the Millwall defense but they still play.

Emma throws the ball at Ben, who catches it on his chest and controls it. He pulls his foot back.

Emma: Stop!

Ben: But...

Emma: Just stop.

Ben looks disappointed.

Ben: But Emz.

Emma: No.

Ben: In that case....

Ben moves towards Emma, lifting her up and laying her on the sofa. Emma wraps her arms around Ben's neck as he kneels beside her.

Emma: Can't I call a fail.

Ben: Hardly touched ya.... yet.

Emma: I'll be giving you a card in a minute.

Ben: Hope it's a thank you card.

Emma playfully hits Ben in the chest as he winks.

Emma: Get off me, I got way too much to do.

Ben kisses Emma on both cheeks and the forehead before standing up and looking at the young Kiwi.

Ben: You're no fun.

Emma: You must have better things to do, then kick a ball around the house.

Ben looks Emma up and down.

Ben: I do.

He smiles and winks

Ben: But you won't let me.

Emma shakes her head at Ben.

Ben: Ok, if you want me to do something better, might have to do my promo for Jonesy for this Sunday.

Emma's eyes open widely.

Emma: Instead of the freezing thing, how about I just leave the room this time.

Ben: Where's the fun in that?

Emma puts her hand up but Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes. Ben leans in and kisses Emma's hand.

Ben: Right, I know this whole thing has been very football themed today, but there's reasons for it. See, way back in ACW, me and my opponent for Sunday, Simon Jones, we bonded a little over the beautiful game, both our teams and pissing away the season near the bottom of the championship, but lets not talk too much about that.

Ben puts his foot on the nearby football.

Ben: Before I get too much in to this football stuff. I know Brandi is the ring. That bird can drink, when Emz brought her and Odette back here, my beer disappeared like a thief in the night, but gotta leave the Brandi talk to Song, but girl, you owe me a beer or twelve.

Ben flicks the ball up on his foot.

Ben: Anyway, making a big deal about football, and here's the reason. Football is a game that unites the world, and it certainly gave me and Jonesy something to talk about while freezing our bollocks off in Canada. Now with football, there's something special about the F.A Cup final. Something about going to Wembley after a long season, that's what people want. As a Millwall fan, might as well be our second home, been there a lot over the past few years, and you never forget that feeling you get on the day you wake up when ya going to Wembley. You never forget that buzz and it's bloody hard to match again. You struggle to sleep the night before, you get the butterflies whenever you think about it. You dream of celebrating a win with thousands of strangers. You pray that the winning goal is coming off the boot of your striker. You get up after a couple of hours sleep, you nervously try to eat, but you can't. You're looking at your watch constantly waiting for the time you're meeting your friends. Twenty minutes before you meet them in the local boozer, you're out there door. You turn up early, but they're just as bad, they're already there. You talk to the locals "Hey, off to Wembley son? Fancy you to win today". You nervously put a pint down ya neck and you get on that train, the Jubilee line all the way from Canary Wharf to Wembley Park. You walk out that station and you look at the sea of blue and white singing No One Likes Us, We Don't Care. At that moment, you get a buzz like never before.

Ben flicks the ball in the air and catches it.

Ben: That is exactly how I'm gonna be when I take on Simon Jones this week.

Ben tosses the ball in the air and catches it.

Ben: This is my cup final at Wembley. Simon Jones is the man right now, the top geezer, and I get to take him on. I get to test myself against the best in SCW right now and I'm gonna be going through all those emotions, I'm gonna be looking forward to it, and ready to go on a grand stage.

Ben breathes deeply

Ben: It's gonna be a big occasion and I wanna have that underdog story.

Ben again throws the ball in the air and catches it.

Ben: It's gonna be a match that people are gonna remember and talk about years later

Ben drops the ball on to his knee and bounces it back towards himself, catching it with both hands.

Ben: And just like a trip to Wembley, I'm gonna be sitting in that dressing room, turning all these emotions in to a winning mentality. I'm looking for the win on the big stage against the best.

Ben squeezes the ball between his hands.

Ben: I know what it means to be in the winning side of the stadium and on the losing side too, I don't wanna repeat the losing side again.

Ben puts the ball under his arm.

Ben: Walking down that aisle on Sunday as the underdog, will be like walking down Wembley Way, yeah, I'm still old school, not buying this Olympic Way crap. The bottom of the entrance ramp is the ramps up towards the ground, the ring is our stadium, and having been there four times with Millwall, and only came out celebrating once, I wanna be celebrating at the end of this night too Jonesy. I don't want that disappointing feeling coming out of the stadium I've had to endure in the past, I want that feeling when Paul Robinson puts the ball past the Swindon keeper and the stadium goes mental. When the refs hand hits the canvas for the third time with me on top, that will be the Robinson moment. That will be when the whole of Wembley erupts, that's when I will know I'll be walking up those steps and lifting that trophy and screaming like teenagers at a One Direction gig. See that's the feeling I want Jonesy. That's what's gonna drive me through. I know a lot of others haven't got a clue what I've been rambling about today, but I know you get it. This is our cup final and I wanna be in the team at the end of it dancing around Wembley and wasting champagne. Can't wait mate, really can't. Anyway, time for me to get going. Have a cracking day all, Jonesy, see you on the pitch son.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Laters people.

The scene fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / After Climax Control
« on: February 26, 2014, 05:54:24 AM »
  During Climax Control.

Ben Jordan walks back through the curtain, the sweat dripping from his forehead as he steps in to the main backstage area. He rolls his neck back a little.

Ben: Bloody hell, clicks more then some geezer writing a roleplay on a keyboard.

Ben turns to the camera, winking at it. A member of staff walks past, handing him a towel, but continues walking.

Ben: Cheers geez.

Ben looks around, but the man has moved on talking with another member on the SCW roster. Ben wipes the sweat off his forehead. Christian Underwood moves towards him.

Christian: Great match Ben.

Ben: Thanks boss.

Christian: Was it everything you was dreading?

Ben: No comment.

Christian: I'll you again on Twitter later, put you on the spot.

Christian smiles, but Ben shrugs.

Ben: I'll refuse to answer then too.

Ben smiles back at Christian. He turns around to see Jamie Dean lurking not too far away from him, before turning back to Christian.

Ben: Actually, he's very different then what I expected. I expected more arse grabs, more going for my junk, but the fella is actually a decent wrestler. Not sure where you found him, or what you was doing there at the time, you naughty, naughty man, but you could have found a gem there. Could go on and do very well.

Christian: As could you. I've heard some people talking about you and Song being tournament favorites.

Ben: That's Team Bong apparently.

Christian: That's gonna go down well with the sponsors.

Ben: Well, you know. Anyway, I appreciate the good words and all, but one match at a time. There's still some seriously talented people left in this thing. Anyone could win it, anyone can walk away with this one. Too close to call.

Emma Rose runs towards Ben, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ben picks her up and twirls her around before putting her back on her feet.

Emma: Congratulations baby!

Ben smiles

Ben: Thanks sweetheart.

Emma looks towards Christian.

Emma: Hi Christian.

Christian: Hey Emma. Look, I'll leave you guys to it, get out there and celebrate your win.

Ben nods his head.

Ben: Sure, but could you drop me a text or something, let me know who we have next? Getting in to this tournament more then I thought I would.

Christian: Sure thing Ben.

Christian taps Ben on the back and walks away. Ben puts his arms around Emma and smiles.

Ben: Right baby, I think we need to go celebrate this win.

Emma nods and smiles.

Emma: Well you might wanna get dressed first. I don't mind seeing you dressed like that, but some places out here wouldn't like a sweaty wrestler walking around, stinking up the place.

Ben leans back and lifts his arm, tilting his head and sniffing deeply.

Ben: Oh, I do smell a bit funky. Not seriously funky, but a bit funky. Come on then, let me go smell a little better then I am, then dinner?

Emma: Sounds good.

Emma leans in, kissing Ben softly on the lips. He puts his hands on her hips and holds her close as the camera fades out.



Fade in to a restaurant bar. People move around while tables are getting served on, at the bar, Ben Jordan and Emma Rose sit, Ben now clad in a grey suit, black tie on a white shirt, while Emma wears a slinky black dress, with matching black high heeled shoes. Ben sits with what looks to be a coke.

Ben: Really is a coke!

Be tries to look innocent in front of the camera. Emma leans over.

Emma: It is, he's driving.

Ben puts his hands out in front of him.

Ben: See? Right, on with the script eh?

While Emma wraps her fingers around a glass of white wine. Ben picks up his coke and take a sip, before placing it down on the bar. Ben spins his phone, that's sitting on the bar, to look at the front, but nothing lights up. He turns to Emma with a smile.

Ben: You alright darling?

Ben puts his hand on Emma's hand. She looks up with a smile.

Emma: I'm fine baby.

Emma's soft eyes stare at Ben, who smiles back.

Ben: I was thinking....

Emma sits away from Ben, her mouth open wide.

Emma: You.... thinking? Are you hurt baby?

Ben throws his head back with fake silent laughs. He leans down, looking at Emma again, his eyebrow raised as he stares.

Ben: Took your funny pills today, have we?

Emma bites her lower lip, squeezing her Cockney's hand.

Emma: I have. But what was you thinking about anyway.

Ben: This whole wrestling malarkey. I mean we've proper come up in this world, and we've done alright for ourselves here. You have people calling you constantly for photo shoots, people want me to appear on shows about this, that and the other. Life is gonna get busier.

Emma: You've only just figured that one out? You're fast today.

Ben turns his head, unable to stop himself from smiling, before looking back at Emma.

Ben: You're sarky today.

Emma: But you still love me.

Ben: Yes, I do, now, ya gonna listen or be sarky knickers for the rest of the night?

Emma: I'm listening.

Ben: Well I was thinking that this wrestling stuff, is making us more wanted and it's about to get even bigger, with you with a title, me doing well, can't remember when I last lost a match if I'm honest, and all the charity stuff, so I'm thinking, maybe we should just get away from it all soon. A little break away the wrestling world, being in a different country without having to sign autographs and stuff.

Emma: Before the tour?

Ben: Yeah, before the tour. Just me, you, some place that's not in America, just miles and miles away. Recharge the batteries, hit the tour, bust bollocks off.

Emma: I don't have any bollocks.

Ben: You know what I mean.

Emma sips from her glass of wine, her eyes look mischievously up at Ben.

Ben: You want a break away from everything or wanna sit there being a smart arse?

Emma: Can't I do both?

Ben puts his finger on his lips. The look of thought crossing his face.

Emma: Gonna hurt yourself by thinking again.

Ben stands up, putting his hands on Emma's side and leaning in.

Ben: You're lucky I love you.

Emma: Nah, you're lucky that I let ya love me.

Ben leans in to kiss Emma but the phone on the bar buzzes. Ben leans in and quickly kisses Emma on the lips. He puts his finger up to her face.

Ben: This one has "to be continued" written all over it.

Ben leans away as Emma blows him a kiss, and picks up his phone.

Ben: From Christian.

Ben reads the message out loud.

Ben: "Hey Ben. Mark, Erik and I have made the draw for the next round. Yourself and Song, or Team Bong has been drawn to take on Max Burke and Orchid next Sunday on Climax Control."

Ben looks up at Emma, surprised by the latest news.

Emma: Wow, Song and Orchid against each other.

Ben: I think these two will secretly love it. It's the only chance they have of going against each other. What an odd random draw.

Emma nods in agreement.

Ben: But me up against Max Burke. That's a biggie.

Emma: Why?

Ben: Cause Max is someone to look up to. He's kicked a lot of arse since breaking away from that team, getting rid of the smile and not caring. The guy is my fave Roulette champ of all time. This is a test and a half.

Emma: Baby, Max will probably be thinking about all you've done too. You've not exactly sat there and done nothing.

Ben: I know babe, but Max Burke. Need to get me head around this.

Ben lowers his head and clicks his fingers three times.

Ben: I got it!

He looks up and the scene has frozen around him.

Ben: Sometimes that finger clicking thing is a curse.

Ben turns to Emma, frozen in her spot. He picks up the wine glass and breathes in the smell of the wine. His face changes, to a scrunched up look.

Ben: Dunno how people can drink that stuff.

Ben places the glass back down and takes a seat back at the bar, spinning round to face it.

Ben: Well while I have you all here and the noise has stopped, might as well talk to you about things, eh?

Ben breathes in deeply.

Ben: Hello you lovely, lovely people, might as well get this out of the way because well, the scenes all frozen, there's no noise so you get to listen to me bang on about what's coming up next for me in SCW. Excited much?

Ben pauses, wrapping his fingers around his glass.

Ben: I am. Exciting times in the ol' distance. Very exciting times, times to make ya laugh and dance and sing with joy. You look at the SCW roster and you see people on it and think, blimey, those two would give us a match and half, and well, you can't go far wrong on Sunday, because it is a match and half when you see me and Song, take on Max Burke and Orchid.

Ben nods confidently.

Ben: Now I'm not gonna sit here and blast Orchid, girls talented and stuck between a rock and hard place this week with her up against her own partner, so I'm gonna let her and Song deal with each other, while I focus on one of the best pure wrestling talents SCW has to offer and that is Max Burke.

Ben smiles.

Ben: Seriously, out of all the people left that I could get, Max Burke was number one on the list. I mean proper number one. This guy has impressed the daylights out of me constantly. He's one guy you look for on the card and know you're gonna see technical wrestling at it's finest, you know you're about to get a masterclass from a master. This guy should be Heavyweight champion by now, did you see the show that geezer put on against Jeremiah Hardin and Giani Di Luca not to long ago? It was by far some of the best work I've seen by him and now he sits in the ring, opposite me, on Sunday and in his mind, he'll know that this has the potential to not only steal the show, but steal the tournament. Honestly people, right now, I know ya sitting there, unable to figure out who's gonna win this amazingly matched battle. There's not many matches I can't promise a victory, but this one is one not even I'm sure how it's gonna turn out. I'm not sure how this is gonna play out because in the ring, Max and I are very alike, Max and I love to be unique and this could be one hell of a pissing contest.

Ben lifts his coke and takes a sip of his coke, holding it off the bar.

Ben: I have yet to be in a title match in SCW, I'm not drawn to the titles like some many others are here, but Max Burke has and held that Roulette title with big time ability, beating everyone that came close, in any match thrown at him. You'd have be blind to think because of my past, my success, I'm gonna walk in to that ring and easily piss all over Max and walk out winning. You'd have to be thick as two short planks to think it's that simple. On any given night, in any given wrestling ring, in any given place in the world, anyone can cause an upset, anyone can walk out with their hand held high, leaving the other with no pride. It's possible. I would be the village idiot to think this one was easy, but here's what I promise you all.

Ben puts down the glass deep in to the camera.

Ben: I promise you that everything Max Burke tries to do, I will try and out do it. Every move Max Burke throws at me, I will throw one back. Every shot he catches me with, I will throw another back. I will do whatever it takes to defeat Max Burke. If I do, we'll party, if I don't, I'll happily raise Max's hand and wish him well.

Ben nods slowly.

Ben: Anyway people, time to get back to the missus here, don't like leaving her frozen too much. I miss her when I don't hear from her, so might as well enjoy the time I have with her here. Max, I'll see you Sunday, let's make SCW proud.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene starts to move again. Emma gives Ben a stern look.

Emma: You froze me again, didn't ya?

Ben shrugs as the camera fades out.

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Climax Control Archives / Charity Doesn't Always Begin At Home
« on: February 20, 2014, 08:37:27 AM »
 What a weird week if your name is Ben Jordan. First, the guy you've been training spits on you... literary. Then you go from not being in the Blast From The Past Tournament, to being in the Blast From The Past Tournament, to getting involved in a tag team title debate, to watching your girlfriend and tag team partner crash of out of the aforementioned tournament. You think all that stuff was bad, he's gotta be in the same ring as Jamie Dean next week. You might need a long vacation after this one Ben. Talk about your weeks from hell. Anyway, seems to be looking better, right Ben?



The inside of a limousine is seen, long seats fill either side, but only two people fill those seats, one on either side. On the right side of the screen, Ben Jordan is sitting, dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, and a thin cut black tie. On his feet, expensive looking shiny shoes. Opposite him, sits Emma Rose. The New Zealand born redhead, has her hair tied up on top of her head, as well as a long designer red dress, and red shoes to match, looking every bit a lady of elegance. She looks at Ben, her eyes narrowed, and a very unimpressed look on her face.

Emma: Why won't you tell me where we're going?

Ben leans forward in his seat, leaning over enough to put his hand on Emma's hand.

Ben: I did tell you sweetheart, we're going to a charity event.

Emma rolls her eyes at Ben, pulling her hand away.

Emma: I know, but what charity event?

Ben: A new charity, I don't even know it's name, but we got invited and we're free, you look fantastic, I look like a penguin, it's gonna be a giggle.

Emma: Are you hiding something from me Ben?

Ben puts his head back, straightening his neck as he looks at Emma.

Ben: Why would I do that?

Emma: Because you hid the fact that you was entering the Blast From The Past II tournament.

Ben: I didn't. I just didn't know until Sunday. People drop out, it's not like I hid it from you. It's been a week from hell with that scumbag Andrew Garcia gobbing in my face, I just wanted to forget wrestling for a while. It was a wanky night, so I just never mentioned it.

Emma: So you hid it?

Ben looks away from Emma for a few seconds before looking back.

Ben: No, just never mentioned it. Here's what happened....



Climax Control - Last Sunday.

Ben sits on a sofa, backstage in a room. A large television is on the wall, showing the action live from the arena. Various other stars sit around, looking at the show as it unfolds live. Ben watches the screen, but Christian Underwood sits down behind him. Ben turns his attention to Christian.

Christian: Hey Ben.

Ben: What's up Christian?

Christian: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Ben: Sure, what's on your mind?

Christian: This tournament. Kain's gone and we've decided to take another name out of it, because of lack of activity, so we have a couple of spots open. Would you be interested in one?

Ben: Not really.

Ben's instant answer surprises Christian, the look on his face showing shock with wide eyes.

Christian: Just like that?

Ben: Just like that.

Christian scratches his head, not expecting the response he just received.

Christian: May I ask why?

Ben: I'm not a tournament guy, never been a fan of them.

Christian: You won the Super J Cup tournament last year.

Ben: I only entered it to represent ACW. J.J came to me, asked me to do it, he knew I could win it and really raise the profile for the company. Me winning it here wouldn't have the same effect on SCW. Besides, Emma's involved, Jordan's involved, I wanna sit and watch them do their thing, rather then get involved myself.

Christian: You don't want to wrestle?

Ben: I want to wrestle mate, that's why I'm here, but take a look at last year. A well known couple almost fell out because of this tournament, being on separate teams. I ain't putting myself at risk for that. Emz is a competitive bird. You know, she's gone off to get ready for this one and I've been banned from bugging her, just so she can focus? Having me in it, will throw her off her game, and I don't wanna do that. I want Emz or Jordan to win this thing. Jordan deserves to defend his championship, and Emz deserves this to kick her in to the main event in the women's division, for some freshness. Those winning will be better than me.

Christian: Freshness?

Ben: Yeah, Gothika's had the belt for how long? And if you go back and give a shot to someone else who's done it before, and they win, it's gonna be dull. Emz winning this tournament, you can't stop her from moving up to the top title and she is good enough to win it.

Christian: Interesting, you see yourself as a threat to her.

Ben: In the mind, yeah. I'm not a selfish bloke, I want what's good for her, have done for years.

Christian: She's a nice lady, I think she wants what's best for you too Ben, and I think she'd love to see you win. At least think about it.

Ben: I'll think about it.



Fade back in to the limo. Emma looks at Ben, a stern look on her face.

Emma: That explains nothing.

Ben: It explains I wasn't interested, and then I started thinking about wanting to make you proud of me. I'm always gonna be proud of you, but want you to feel proud of me, so I thought I would try and make you proud. Done bugger all here to be proud of. I came in with people expecting something from me and I've been a dud, so I thought I'd try and make you proud. That partly why I jumped at the chance to get involved in that tag title thing.



Back to Climax Control... a little later then before.

Ben stands behind the curtain, when Jordan Williams approaches him.

Jordan: What's up Bro?

Ben turns around to see Jordan.

Ben: Not much, you ready for your match?

Jordan: Yeah, I'm ready, defending the title.

Ben: I got faith in ya mate.

Ben and Jordan turn their heads as Guns For Hire walks past them, Landon Axel and Ethan Brody looking at Ben and Jordan. The two get to the curtain as The End starts playing.

Ben: If looks could kill, eh?

Jordan nods in agreement. Ben and Jordan listen in silence to the exchange between Guns For Hire and champions, Jon Dough and Lucian Frost.

Ben: I like the champs. Good people.

Jordan: Yeah bro, good guys.

Erik Staggs charges over to Ben and Jordan, panting for breath.

Erik: You... two... get out there.

Erik forces a microphone in to Ben's chest and points to the curtain.

Jordan: Why?

Erik: Because I got a message from the higher ups to get you out there and get involved.

Ben: Are you pulling my plonker here?

Erik looks confused at Ben and turns to Jordan.

Erik: What did he say?

Jordan: He said are you yanking his chain?

Erik: No, just go.

Erik turns to the production manager, standing next to the curtain.

Erik: Hit one of their music, I don't care which one!

"I Know It Hurts" plays in the distance.

Ben: I smell a rat here.

Jordan shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: Why would Erik Staggs, the notorious bastard just throw us in to get involved with the champs?

Jordan: Damned if I know.

Ben: So what do we do?

Jordan points at the curtain.



Back in the limo, Ben moves across to Emma, sitting next to her.

Ben: And you watched the rest. I was like a deer in the headlights, I didn't know what to say. I had Jordan whispering stuff in me lug hole and I was giving it me Cockney spin. I had no clue, Jordan had no clue we was gonna be out there. I was waiting out there to see if you was gonna come wandering past.

Emma turns her head away from Ben, but Ben puts his arms around her, kissing her neck. Emma tries to stop a smile from crossing her face.

Ben: Gotta make ya proud one way or the other.

Before Emma can respond, the car stops. Ben looks out of the window.

Ben: We're here sweetheart.

Ben moves his arms away from her and Emma spins her body. She lifts her hands up, straightening Ben's tie and jacket.

Emma: I'm proud of you without the need to over work yourself.

Ben leans in to kiss Emma, but the limo door opens. Ben points to the door and Emma nods. Ben steps out first, holding his hand back and taking Emma's hand, helping her out of the car. A flash of cameras instantly light up the dimly lit sky. Emma looks at Ben.

Emma: This doesn't look like any normal charity event.

Ben winks at Emma as the two get to the door and step inside.

Ben: Who said anything about normal?

As soon as the two walk in, Ben instantly moves towards a set up stage area. Emma grips Ben's hand tightly and keeps pace with him.

Ben: Oh look darling, a stage and microphone. I'll be back.

Ben lifts Emma's hand, quickly kissing it before releasing it and walking to the stage. As he climbs up the steps, a hush of anticipation covers the room. Emma looks up at Ben from near the front of the stage, unsure what to make from Ben's eagerness to get on the stage.

Ben: I don't need to go through the "hi, most of you know me" part, because well, I was the fella that sent out all the invitations to have you lovely people here.

Ben smiles and clears his throat.

Ben: Well, you all know that you're here for the unveiling of a new charity, one that is gonna make a difference to people all over the world.

Emma looks up at Ben on the stage, a look on confusion on her face. Ben takes the microphone from the podium.

Ben: Never did like to stand at those things.

Ben casually walks up and down the stage.

Ben: Every day of my life, I come across a lot of people, a lot of people with one thing in common, money. More money then they can spend in one lifetime. From television people, to large business owners, people willing to put ten grand in my pocket, just to sign my name on a few pictures of yours truly. In this room right now, there is a combined wealth of more than most countries would see in a hundred years. Now that us a lot of money. It gets me thinking, gets the wheels turning in me head about something and you can ask yourself the same thing here, but where would we be without the chances we got?

The crowd begin to mumble amongst themselves. Ben waits for a few seconds.

Ben: If the money wasn't sitting there, if we never had silver spoons or the education, where would we be now?

The crowd mumble once more, but Ben continues.

Ben: We wouldn't be in this room right now. A lot of people will never be in a room like this in their life times, because they'll never have the chances like we did, but we can change that.

Ben walks along the stage a little more.

Ben: A few weeks ago, a work colleague went on television, with hundreds of thousands watching world wide, to tell them the story of his sick nephew, and I felt for him. People like us, we can afford the best, but I'm not a doctor, I'm not a scientist, I can't cure disease with my own two hands, but I can make a difference to children's lives all over the world, and give them a chance to become doctors, and scientists, and give them a shot of curing diseases. I can give them a chance to have better education and better lives and so can you.

Ben looks seriously at the people in attendance, who look back at him.

Ben: This is why I am bringing you this.

Ben points up at a screen behind him, which lights up with the words "The Emma Rose Children's Foundation". Ben looks at Emma, who's mouth is wide open in surprise. Ben smiles and turns back to the crowd.

Ben: So why The Emma Rose Children's Foundation? You're probably aware who Emma Rose is, but I see a lot more than you do about her. I get to look in her eyes and see her full of life, I see her with a lust and a passion for life and this is what people should have the chance at getting. They deserve the chance to have a love for living and putting themselves in a position to make a change and live with a smile and not worry where they're gonna be in ten years time. Every child deserves to have that passion, and we have a chance to give them the very best opportunities.

The crowd start to applaud.

Ben: Poor education, poor living conditions, not having what we had is the reason people grow up to hate life. This is why so many young people turn to drugs, and crime. What's the point of putting them in prison, when we can stop this at grass roots level? We can give people the will to live, and stop fighting to survive.

The crowd continue to clap. Ben smiles, hiding the surprise on his face.

Ben: We can put money towards schools that need it, we can put money in the hands of orphanages, to give everyone the same chance as so many here got. We make money in interest without even having to get out of bed, it's time to put it to good use, it's time to give more children a better fighting chance. We can make the world a better place by sharing the wealth and I will be putting my money where my mouth is.

Ben reaches in to the inside of his pocket, pulling out a cheque.

Ben: Two hundred thousand dollars, two hundred grand. Every last penny will be going to help the children that need it, the schools, the orphanages, the children's wards on hospitals, the government branches that keep kids safe. That is where every penny will be going to, that is what will make the world a much better place.

Ben pauses as more claps and cheers are heard. He looks down at a surprised Emma.

Ben: Ten grand to some people is peanuts, sport stars earn that every time they sneeze. Do they help others? Not many do, they wanna go and buy big houses with gold toilets. They got the chances to have the urge to sit their arses on those gold thrones, it's time to give others the same change. Some of you lot lose more playing cards at the weekend, then most people earn in a year.

The crowd laugh, some of the men getting stern looks from the women.

Ben: So here's what I'm gonna ask you all to do. Have a weekend off from playing cards, watch a movie or two with the missus, take that money you would have lost, and donate it to The Emma Rose Children's Foundation and give someone else a chance to be winning in life.

Another round of applause is heard, as Ben moves back to the podium, placing the microphone back.

Ben: So come on, start digging down the back of your sofa's for look hundred dollar bills, get over there to all the donation boxes being brought out now, empty your pockets and go change someone's life.

Ben winks.

Ben: I've been Ben Jordan, enjoy your night.

Ben bows his head as the crowd clap and music starts to play in the background. He walks to the edge of the stage and towards Emma.

Ben: So what do you think?

Emma stops to think about her answer, before licking her glossed lips.

Emma: I can’t believe you did this?

Ben: Is that a I’m mad at you ‘I can’t believe you did this?’ or is that a happy one?

Emma wraps her arms around her boyfriend giving him a tight squeeze.

Emma: It’s a happy one.

Ben: But?

Emma: Are you sure, what if I let you down? I’m speechless but am I the right image for a children’s charity… I mean, I am famous for some pretty outrageous photo-shoots more so for my wrestling and…

Ben: Not about how money is made darling, it's about how the money is spent.

Emma: You’re going to help me do this right?

Ben: Of course, together we can’t fail.

Looking up at him lovingly Emma smiles before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Emma: I love you, you know that right?

Ben: I do. I love you too. You know why I picked that name?

Emma: Why?

Ben: Most beautiful name I can think of.

Emma leans in to kiss Ben, but Ben puts a finger on her nose.

Ben: Hold on gorgeous. Lemme cut a promo thing now.

Emma moves her head back.

Emma: Right now?

Ben: Yep, because I don't wanna be disturbed later.

Ben winks at Emma and then clicks his fingers and the scene freeze. He looks at Emma, kissing her on the nose and looks back at the camera.

Ben: Right SCW fans, time to have a chin wag with you guys. First off, you can donate too to this charity, really is a pukka one, and will help a lot of kids who need it. Spare a dollar, spare two, all goes to helping, alright?

Ben jets a thumb up.

Ben: So you see earlier how I ended in the ol' mix tag tournament. Being mixed tag, puts me in a bit of a mixed mood, ya know? Only bird I want at the end of me hand is me missus, but I ain't gonna complain about who I'm teamed with. I mean this tournament breeds mistrust, last year showed that with a few teams but I think I'm bang on lucky with my partner. I get to team with an honorable lady, can not knock that for a second. Song, it's my bang up pleasure to have you on me team girl.

Ben turns his head.

Ben: Noticed a few names getting banded around for teams, with a lot of name shortening. Guess that would make us Team Bong....

Ben smiles.

Ben: Stoners are gonna love us.... annnnnnnyway.

Ben straightens up his tie.

Ben: Kinda in a little bit of an awkward position here with one of my opponents, and hope not to be put in one by the other opponent.

Ben puts his hand on his head.

Ben: Knew I'd bloody get him first.

He looks up at the camera.

Ben: I'm in an awkward position because of Vixen really. I know I haven't got to be in the ring with her and all that, but former stable mates and all, met while knocking around some place not worth remembering. I gave up a title shot if you have a good memory against Vixen and gave it to me mate Jonesy who went and won it from her. If anything, this could be her only chance to beat me in the ring. It's awkward going against Spike's bird here, but sorry Vix darling, wanna win this one as much as you do and I plan on being the one walking out with the win.

Ben points the left side of his lower lip down.

Ben: Anyway, lets talk about the elephant in the room. The faves are out of this thing.

Ben looks at Emma, still frozen in place, and runs his thumb down her cheek. He looks at her sympathetically.

Ben: Sorry sweetheart.

He turns back to the camera.

Ben: Everyone put Emma and Giani down to win this thing, everyone. Half the teams in this thing was happy to avoid them because they knew the end result. But the shock of the year happened and now this thing is wide open. It's anyone's game, Vegas bookies don't know what to do anymore because now it's open. Now I'd admit, I didn't wanna be in this thing, no point lying about it, learned from a young age that lying could cause ya pants to unexplainably set on fire, but now, it's game on, it's all open. Now part of me does wanna go on and win this thing, part of me wants to get out there and show people that I got the quality. I'll be the first to admit, since I got here, not lived up to expectations. A lot was riding on me when I got here and I haven't lived up to it yet, but that changes now, and it starts with...

Ben sighs

Ben: Jamie Dean.

Ben slowly shakes his head.

Ben: All the bloody people in SCW, at a 7 to 1 shot, I get Jamie Dean. You know Jamie, you've caused a bit of a stir here and you haven't even been in a match yet. Got them all whipped up and waiting for ya mate, but put it this way Jamie, you're not getting out of the starting blocks here. Everyone is waiting to see what you got, but can ya perform under pressure?

Ben smiles.

Ben: Yeah, I know what I did there, it was intentional. I get your game Jamie, I see what you're all about, little bit of ring psychology going on there, get in peoples heads before you get in the ring. I get it, but you're not getting in mine, you're not worrying me. You're a gimmick, a bloke designed to toy with people, throw them off, try to force them in to mistakes, but gimmicks can not replace reality geezer, gimmicks can not replace the realism of someone. Feet on the ground here mate, heads not up in the clouds. People saw you, they saw the videos, it made their skin crawl, won't lie, did the same to me, but since I found out I was facing you, been all business in my dome mate.

Ben points to his head.

Ben: All business like and focused Jamie. I'm really for your cheap mind games, ready for the unsettling tricks, I might have a few of my own up my sleeve. Jamie, this is gonna be a really unhappy debut for you son, really unhappy. Now I've got a night to get back to son.

Ben points behind him with his thumb.

Ben: I'll see you Sunday. You lot can enjoy my new entrance video after this promo. Laters people.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene starts to move again before fading out and the entrance video to start.

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Climax Control Archives / 2014 - Start as you mean to go on
« on: January 10, 2014, 10:15:15 AM »
 2014, another year gone, another year passed, another year where everyone will tell themselves they'll be better off this year. Some will show determination, some will know it doesn't matter what the year is, what will be, will be. 2013 was a great year for Ben Jordan, championships, Super J Cup, helping pull ACW in to popularity alongside the likes of Drake Green, Simon Jones, Mickey Carroll....

Ben's face appears on screen, shaking his head fast.

Ben: Narrator fella, lets not mention that ginger tosser, eh? While I was winning titles, he was getting beat up by Trauma, so shush.

If you say so Ben. Anyway, how to top something like 2013 when so much was done...

Ben: I'll just be happy booting the ginger one, and his new bum chum in the bollocks repeatedly, that will make 2014 something special.

Really Ben?

Ben: Really Mr Narrator. By the way, anyone else noticed this narrator sounds a bit like Kenny Chisholm?

Ben winks at the camera

Ahem, moving on Ben. So 2014, what side of the fence is Ben Jordan really on? The determination side, where he will try and make 2014 something special, or has he accepted that 2014 is just a number?



Reno, Nevada, forth most popular city in Nevada.

You got that from wiki, eh?

Ben: Yes Ken... ummm, narrator. It's what it's there for and it's proof I research. Back to the script eh?

Ok, ok. The home of half a million people, but this week, Sin City Wrestling comes to Reno, and man are they coming in hot. Sin City Wrestling's popularity has grown constantly over the past months and Supercards have been the talking point of social media for a while. Some wrestlers embrace a new city, getting out and meeting the fans, seeing what the nightlife has to offer, some just sit in a hotel room constantly with their laptops.

Ben: Boring bastards.

The Cockney King has never been one for sitting in hotel rooms, when there's a whole world of fun out there.

....

Fading in to Ben Jordan, he stands looking under an arch, brightly lit up with the words "Reno - The biggest little city in the world". Ben looks at the flashing lights from signs all around him, muttering to himself.

Ben: This looks like the dogs bollocks of a place to be.

Ben pulls his phone out his pocket, quickly jumping on to Twitter and typing in a message.

Ben: Let's see what Reno has to offer, shall we?

Ben mutters to himself as he drops the phone back in to his pocket. Ben strolls under the Reno Arch.

Just found out the name of it, eh?

Ben: Yep.

Ben strolls on, turning his head to watch a street performer, a man holding two sharp, narrow swords. He holds the swords above his head as he tilts it back, before swallowing the sword.

Ben: Man, Christian Underwood would love this fella.

Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: What? He really would.

Ben looks at the clapping, appreciative crowd, his eyes darting from face to face as some look on in pure wonder at what they see. Ben smiles, turning away as his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and reads a message.

Ben: Ah, Drake's just made it to Reno, and wants to drink. What could possibly go wrong?

Ben taps out a quick reply before putting the phone back in his pocket and continues to walk along the road a little. He stops as a man holds a stick in front of him, burning bright with fire on the top of it, just five feet away from Ben. The man breathes on the flame, causing the fire to burst out in a ball, above Ben's head. Ben steps back a little.

Ben: Turn it in son, coulda took me bloody eyebrows off.

Ben rubs his eyebrows, just to check that they're still there, sighing with relief as he feels them beneath his fingers.

Ben: With the amount of gel and products I got on me barnet, coulda set me on fire.

For the non Cockney speaking people amongst you, barnet means hair.

Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: Wiki?

No, http://www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk/

Ben: Good site.

Ben looks back at the fire breather, spitting out flames towards other people. Ben shakes his head, but can't help but smile.

Ben: Gotta be a health and safety issue with this geezer, surely.

Ben continues to stroll down the street, looking up the road to the crowds. He scratches his head as he looks for a certain place.

Ben: Now I know that Edge Nightclub is along this road and that's is where SCW people will be heading tonight, because that is where the show is and most are staying at the resort it's right by.

Wiki?

Ben: Google maps actually. I know I'm staying there, I know Emma is already there, getting a massage or something, whatever birds do when they're on their own.

Ben points at the camera.

Ben: Leave it! It's middle aged blokes that end up on their own in any situation and think "must have a wank". Don't think birds are like that.

Emma's there and you're not?

Ben: We're not chained at the arse Ken.... narrator. She flew in from a different place to me today, she checked it, I got lost.

In a bar?

Ben: Maybe but I know she's there, and I'm walking down the road, talking to a bloke no one can see, and these people think I'm a bit Radio Rental.

Hold on, let me check that one..... erm, mental?

Ben: Three points to you son.

Ben continues walking, only for a string of belly dancers to dance across his path. Ben's head jolts back and forth as he watches them pass.

Ben: Only in Reno, eh?

Vegas too.

Ben: Ok, only in Vegas and Reno then smart arse.

Ben strolls down the road further, to see the flashing lights of a sign that says "Edge Nightclub".

Ben: And boom! Here we are.

You got down that 2.2 mile road pretty quickly. This says forty three minutes.

Ben: Looks like I'm not the only one who knows how to use Google maps, eh?

Ummmm.

Ben: Besides, I'm Superman you know.

Ben winks at the camera as the camera cuts in to the Edge Nightclub.

AN HOUR LATER.

The club is thumping with heavy dance music. In the distance, the SCW ring is tapped off for security reasons, and bouncers stand around it. Ben Jordan stands at the bar, the flashing lights bouncing off his white shirt buttoned up shirt, and grey suit pants. Ben leans at the bar, looking relatively sober as his hand wraps around a bottle of beer. Drake Green approaches, putting his hand on Ben's shoulder. Ben turns around to see Drake, giving him the thumbs up and turns back to a nearby member of the nightclub bar staff and holds up two fingers..... peace sign, not an up yours sign... and the male turns away.

Ben: Drake!

Drake taps his ear, the music drowning out Ben's voice.

Drake: What? Can't hear ya!

Ben: What? Can't hear ya!

The man returns, putting two beers on the bar, and Ben slides one in Drakes direction. Drake picks up the bottle of beer and uses his free hand to give Ben a thumbs up. Ben picks up his bottle and knocks it against Drake's. The two men drink and Ben points over to a free booth. Drake nods and Ben picks up his new bottle of beer, leaving his old one on the bar and the two make their way over towards the booth. Both men sit opposite each other, and the music seems to have quiet down a little from before.

Ben: Bloody hell, it's loud and bright in here.

Drake: I saw the tweet.

Drake reaches in to his shirt pocket, pulling out sunglasses and sliding them across the table to Ben. Ben picks up the sunglasses and puts them on.

Ben: Now be honest, do I look like a mong for wearing sunglasses in a nightclub?

Drake tries to keep straight face, shaking his head.

Drake: You look fine.

Drake picks up his beer, taking a sip. His attention turns to two females dancing nearby.

Ben: I wouldn't son.

Drake: Why not?

Ben points his beer bottle at the two ladies.

Ben: She's clearly a West End Thespian.

Drake looks confused.

Drake: A what?

Ben: A lesbian son, thinks all todgers are evil, but still has sex toys shaped like a todge.

Drake scratches his head.

Drake: How do you know?

Ben: Well if you look closely enough, you'll see that the blonde has her hand so far up the other ones arse, she could be using her as a ventriloquists doll.

Drake slowly nods his head.

Ben: Now I'm not being funny, but I wouldn't be putting my hand that far up someone's arse, unless I expect them naked later.

A waitress walks past and Drake gets her attention. He whispers something in her ear and she nods and walks off. Ben picks up his beer, taking a gulp.

Ben: What was that all about?

Drake feigns innocence

Drake: Nothing to worry about.

Ben bursts out in a fit of laughter, pointing behind Drake. Drake turns around to see a man dancing on his own, no one close to him as he spins around, grabbing himself by the crotch and hip thrusting. Drake starts to laugh as the man seems to tighten his grip on that area.

Ben: He's having a go on his bollocks like he's got the Sandy's.

Drake turns back to Ben, one eyebrow raises.

Drake: The Sandy's?

Ben: Sandy McNabs..... crabs. He grabs them anymore, he'll get nicked for public indecency.

Drake smiles and nods as the female returns with a tray full of full shot glasses and places them on the table. Drake reaches in to his pocket and passes a hundred dollar bill to the waitress.

Drake: Keep the change.

Ben scratches his head.

Ben: Whoa!

Drake: Don't worry about it. Appearance money, so these are on the boss. By the way Ben, the ACW title.

Ben holds up a hand.

Ben: Look, don't worry about it, I was pissed off at the time that my title got handed away, but beating Trauma and your upcoming victory against Cyrus King, you're doing a good job with it.

Drake: Thanks.

Ben: You would have beat me for the bloody thing eventually anyways.

Drake: Sooner or later, he's gonna throw you at me anyway.

Ben: Been there, done that, had the match of the bloody year. That match lifted ACW to the next level.

Drake: I'll drink to that.

Ben looks apprehensively as Drake points to the shot glasses.

Ben: I shouldn't, bad things happen to me when I drink shots. Usually end up in me pants making a complete tit of myself.

Drake picks up a shot glass and puts it in front of Ben.

Ben: I shouldn't.

Drake: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Ben puts his fingers around the glass.

Drake: Come on, stop being a girl about it.

Ben: Alright, alright, keep ya Elvis!

Drake looks blankly at Ben.

Ben: Means keep ya hair on.

Drake nods and looks at Ben with a straight face.

Drake: What's the worst that could happen?

Ben nods.

Ben: Yeah, one won't kill me.

Ben picks up the shot glass and takes the shot. Putting it back down on the table.

Ben: Yeah, that didn't hurt.

.......



THE NEXT MORNING.

Lying next to the pool in the Peppermill resort, Ben Jordan is face down, wearing what seems to be boxers and a white shirt. Water drips off Ben as he lays on a red covered sun lounger. Emma Rose and Jordan Williams walk on to the scene.

Emma: Told you it would be him.

Jordan: How can you tell? He's not even facing us.

Emma starts to turn light red as she stares across at Ben.

Emma: Doesn't matter.

The two walk towards Ben.

Jordan: Ben, wakey wakey.

Incoherent mumbling comes from Ben's direction as he rolls over. His shirt looks buttoned up wrong and on the front of his boxers, the face of Fred Flintstone is seen.

Jordan: Damn bro, you look a mess, nice boxers though.

Ben slowly tries to open his eyes, blocking the light with his hands.

Ben: Jessie Salco has her different metal shirts, I have funky pants.

Emma sits on the edge of the sun lounger, her hand on Ben's chest.

Emma: What happened to you last night?

Ben: I'm not sure, all I really remember is drinking with Drake and bumping in to Jason Adams, asking where he could buy a Harlem shake from.

Emma starts to undo Ben's buttons on his shirt.

Ben: Darling, I'm all for doing it in public, but Jordan is standing right there.

Ben points in the opposite direction from Jordan.

Emma: I was sorting your shirt out, but now you can do it yourself.

Emma playfully hits Ben on the chest and turns away pouting.

Ben: Ouch, right in the tit!

Ben half sits up but quickly lays back down.

Ben: Ben sleepy, Ben stay here with naughty minded redhead taking off his shirt.

Emma turns and hits Ben in the chest again.

Ben: OOOOOOO other tit that time.

Jordan: Bro, we got promo work to do, need to wake your ass up.

Ben: My arse is asleep and the rest of me wants to catch up.

Ben rolls over, turning his back to Jordan and Emma, but a smile crosses Emma's face as she stands up. She looks at Jordan and to the pool. Jordan nods and smiles and moves towards Ben. He reaches down and with one quick movement, lifts Ben off the sun lounger.

Ben: Hey!

Jordan moves towards the pool and throws Ben in water, causing a huge splash! Ben eventually resurfaces and looks at a laughing Emma and Jordan. Ben spits water out of his mouth.

Ben: Wankers!

Jordan: Woke you up though bro.

Ben: You just wanna see me walk out the water like a Bond chick or something!

Ben swims to the side.

Ben: Help me out.

Ben puts his hand up towards Emma, but Emma shakes her head.

Emma: I know what ya gonna do. I wasn't born yesterday.

Ben pulls himself out of the water and opens his arms to Emma.

Ben: How about a big hug?

Emma backs off, her hands out in front of her.

Emma: Not until you dry off.

Ben turns to Jordan.

Ben: How about you big man?

Jordan shakes his head.

Jordan: Not a chance.

Ben looks disappointed.

Ben: Aw well, might as well do this promo stuff.

Ben clicks his fingers and the scene freezes. He moves next to Emma, kissing her on the cheek before looking down the camera.

Ben: What? Haven't seen her for a bit, I miss her when I don't see or hear from her. What I learned from 2013, is that we never know what's around the corner. One minute you could have the world, the next minute, the world could crash down around ya lug holes.

Ben points to his ears.

Ben: So be happy with what ya have. Things might not last forever and the people you thought would be there forever, may not be. Show appreciation while you can.

Ben turns away from Emma and looks in to the camera.

Ben: There's some words of wisdom there, but it's true, be glad of what you have and be looking for what you want next. I look around at what I have, and I'm glad of it, I'm thankful for it, but it's the little things in life, that make it worth it. Putting a smile on that girls face....

Ben points to Emma behind him.

Ben: I'd walk across broken glass with bare feet to put a smile on her face. Picking up victories with that legend there....

Ben points to Jordan.

Ben: Would take on Satan himself one on one. Appreciation doesn't take a lot in a world full of bullshit and lies. Being nice to people you want in your life is a tiny price to pay, when you look at all the bollocks going on that effects people. These two here, they are what I appreciate and they drive me on in life and in wrestling.

Ben pauses for a second.

Ben: In life, life is pretty good. I mean years went past and now I've found my princess again, my first love, life is a big arse ray of sunshine, but in wrestling, things are about to get better. Let's leave the Miami grease, and the paddy tosspot out of things and look at the bigger picture, the Picasso so to speak. The ultimate goal is the tag titles, and we have to prove ourselves against everyone to get up that mountain faster than grease and tosspot, and come Sunday, we have a match against a team that blew apart the legacy and undefeated streak of Sinful Obsession and that was no easy task.

Ben flicks his fingers through his hair, pushing the water on to his now see through white shirt.

Ben: Blood Omen, the return of the famous team, the team that shocked the world not too long ago, by ripping the tag titles out of the hands of a dominant team. Kain, a champion in two divisions, Lucian Frost, a champion in two divisions, these two men, have it all. Anger, aggression, mystery, every style of wrestling. Between them, they can shoot, they can brawl, they can be technical and they can fly. These two are the ultimate test for any team that think they're the dogs bollocks. Well the thing is, me and Jordan, we don't think we're the dogs bollocks, we know we're the dogs bollocks, we know that everything they can do, we can do too. I admit, I don't put people through tables for the sake of it like Kain does, and I don't wear a mask like Lucian Frost does, but in that ring, I can do exactly what they do.

Ben wipes the water from his forehead.

Ben: Dripping like a bird at a Chippendales show.

Ben shakes his head, the water flying everywhere.

Ben: I have big time respect for our opponents, big time, massive, huge respect for them, but lets be honest, we all wanna kick off our first match of the year with a victory, and we all want 2014 to be our year. 2013 was my year fellas, and to me, 2014 is going to top that. Here's what you can expect from me, you can expect a high pace, you can expect me putting my heart, soul and bollocks in to every single match I fight in. You can expect me to give it my all, because I got a shit load to live up to from the last twelve months and I got a big time journey to start. There is no road down for me, only up and Blood Omen, as much as I respect what you've done, it's time for you lot to move on out of the driving seat and let us in. It's time to say goodbye to the old and ring in the new, it's what we do every year and this isn't gonna be any different.

Ben smiles

Ben: Mr narrator wanted to know what side of the fence I am on. If I'm gonna be determined or just let this year be just a number. I think this shows that I am gonna be determined. You two are the ultimate test, but it's a test me and Jordan are going to pass with flying colours.

Ben turns back to Jordan and Emma.

Ben: Anyway, as nice is this is, there's a bit of a breeze blowing on the Southern front if you know what I mean, and I'll admit it, scared of icicles on me knob, so gotta love ya and leave ya. Blood Omen, see ya Sunday geezers.

Ben winks.

Ben: Laters all.

Ben clicks his fingers, causing Jordan and Emma to unfreeze. Ben quickly lifts Emma up in to his arms.

Emma: Don't even think about it.

Ben: Too late, already thought about it.

Ben moves towards the pool with Emma in his arms as the scene fades out.

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