The camera moves to the beautiful beach in Havana, Cuba, just a short distance from the home of Ben Jordan. The camera moves around the people before focusing on Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean, the two sitting on the golden sand as the waves move up the beach. Ben presses a button on his phone as the camera moves in towards them.
"Who was that?" Jamie asks his Cockney tag team partner.
"That was Evie Baang, mate" Ben replied with a casual shrug of his shoulder.
Jamie raises an eyebrow, looking towards him.
"What is going on with you two?" Jamie asked Ben, a curious looking flooded his face.
Ben innocently looked at Jamie.
"Nothing at all actually" Ben replied calmly "You know me, I talk to everyone, and refuse to believe that everyone is evil or bad."
Jamie stared towards Ben, unsure what to make of his comments.
"Look, I dunno if we all born good and turned evil, by circumstance." Ben explained to Jamie "Or if we're all born evil and taught to be good by our parents."
Jamie stared blankly towards Ben
"I mean Raab, he's pretty much a bastard at times." Ben continued "But was he born a bastard with no concern for others who would tell you the sky's neon orange and the sea is boiling red, or did his circumstances make him mentally fucked?"
"I think he was born that way, and then circumstances made him worse." Jamie commented.
Ben rolled his shoulders backwards, lifting his head back to stretch his neck, to look towards the sky.
"Anyways..." Ben starts "Everyone sees Evie as this evil thing, and maybe she is, but she's new around here so maybe that angel side of be is trying to save her from really going dark."
"Would you do the same for someone like Raab?" Jamie asked with a grin.
"Yeah, I would." Ben replied with a serious tone "If he came to me and asked for my help, or if I didn't think he was already beyond saving, I'd help the guy out, just like I would with anyone."
"Should change your nickname from The Cockney King" Jamie responded with a grin.
"To what?" A curious Ben asked Jamie.
"Saint Ben."
"Saint Ben of East London." Ben said with a nod. "I can dig that"
"Pretty sure you're trying to one up Mother Teresa with you trying to save people." Jamie commented.
"Well that's not a bad thing." Ben responded as he shrugged his shoulder. "We live in a world full of shit, where more bad stuff happens every day more and more. Me nan used to tell me years ago that even during war times, people used to leave their doors unlocked, or doors open, cause they trusted everyone. Now, you leave a window open a bit and some tosser will try and nick ya tele. If I can help people before they step into the darkside completely, I don't see why I wouldn't."
"You're really hoping for a seat at the top table when ya head up there, aren't ya?" Jamie said as he points to the sky.
"When I get me arse to heaven." Ben started "All I want is a comfy seat to rest me plates, cause after all this running around I'm doing down here, me feet will be in rough shape."
"Yep." Jamie stated "Saint Ben it is."
"Well Saint Ben is about to perform another selfless act towards the less fortunate" He commented.
Jamie turned his head to look at Ben, a curious look on his face, but Ben grinned back towards him.
"I'm gonna do something nice for you." He said with a laugh.
"Oh?" Jamie said, before frowning at the Englishman "Less fortunate?"
Ben rested his hand on Jamie's shoulder.
"I kid, I kid, well most of the time." He said with a laugh "But I figure we need to clear the head after last week at the show, dealing with people and this match coming up that's a bit of an unknown one to me. I figured we could just clear the domes out and chill for a bit before focusing on a couple of fellas we've never had to face before."
Jamie tilted his head, a slight nod coming from him in agreement.
"Can't hurt." Jamie responded. "What did you have in mind?"
Ben points out to the sea in front of him, his hands moving around.
"Boat trip" Ben said with a grin.
And boat trip it is as the scene quickly cuts from the two men sitting on a yacht, the clear blue waves flicking against the side of the boat as fishing rods set up at the back end of the shining white vessel, hang lines in to the end of the water. Ben and Jamie sit in front of them, cold beers resting in each of their hands as they look out at the water. The captain of the vessel slowly moves through the water, allowing the lines to drag as Ben looks toward Jamie, the sight of land fading quickly before their eyes.
"See, now this is peaceful." Ben commented as he raised his beer towards Jamie. "No stress, no worries, a million miles figuratively away from land. Considering all those issues you're having back home, it's good to do this once in awhile."
Jamie sighed, the thoughts of his problems back in America running through his head. Ben winced as he realized the can of worms that he just opened.
"I didn't mean it like that." He said sympathetically "I just meant..."
Jamie raises a hand, stopping Ben from talking.
"It's ok." He reassured Ben "You're right, it is good to get away from it all. I can see why you moved here."
"Mostly because of the fact we're always in the spotlight and stuff." Ben responded "It's just nice to end up doing the quiet thing from time to time and getting away from SCW people and cameras. People round here don't really care who ya are. They have a different, slower way of life in these parts, so they're chilled."
Ben raised the beer to his lips, taking a gulp from the bottle as he stares into the distance.
"We still have to focus a little on SCW." Jamie informed Ben "We are coming up against a team that we haven't faced and a team who hasn't really teamed against anyone, so we could take a look at them."
Ben scratched his head, looking towards the shirtless Jamie.
"Maybe..." Ben started "But we got days before we have to even have to get in the ring. We're not leaving for Canada until tonight, so until then, put ya feet up and relax."
Another gulp of beer disappeared quickly from Ben's bottle as he looks towards Jamie with a wide grin
"You worry too much son." Ben states to Jamie.
"We haven't even worked on a promo." Jamie reminded Ben "We've been sitting on the beach most of the week."
"Have you been complaining at the view you've seen all week?" Ben asked "All those greasy geezers around?"
Jamie looked upwards, his eyes pointed towards the sun as a smile crosses his face.
"I'm not complaining at all." He replied with a wicked smile on his face "But we should probably think about doing a promo at least."
Ben sighed as he looked at Jamie.
"Alright, alright, don't get ya knickers in a twist" Ben said to Jamie with a grin covering his face "But I gotta level with ya son. I have no clue what to do. I mean, we're facing a stereotypical guido and a vampire, and we all know vampires ain't real, it's all fantasy."
"Well, It's funny you should say fantasy" Jamie said as he rests his arm across Ben's shoulder. "I got an idea."
Before Jamie can elaborate on his idea, a fog starts to set in, surrounding the boat.
"The fuck...." Ben's voice is heard saying through the fog. "Jamie, get ya hand off there!"
A giggle came from within the fog from Jamie.
"Sorry..." His voice was heard saying "Hey Ben, are we near the Bermuda Triangle?"
"Yeah..." Ben replied "Awwww shit."
"What the hell was that?" Ben's voice was heard saying.
The scene completely changes to where Ben and Jamie are seen with trailors behind them. Ben look around as people move around in front of them, some carrying various objects around. Ben looks down himself to see him clad in a superman suit, made from plastic. Jamie looks Ben up and down with a huge smile on his face.
"Well hello there!" He said with a grin.
Ben face changed to shock as he looked at the attire he found himself dressed in.
"What the hell am I wearing?" He says aspirated.
"I don't know." Jamie commented "But I like it, shows off a big redeeming feature."
"My eyes are up here!" Ben informs Jamie as he points to his eyes.
"I know." Jamie responded with a grin "But I'm not looking at your eyes."
A man walks towards them, a huge headset on his head, with a microphone attached to it. A look of relief covers his face as he looks towards the two.
"Oh thank God" He exclaimed "Henry! Stan! We start shooting your scene in an hour, so Henry, could you please make sure you show up on time this time."
The man quickly walks away and Ben looks at Jamie.
"Henry?"
"Stan?" Jamie responded.
Jamie looked behind Ben to see a trailer with the name "Henry Cavill" written on it and pointed his thumb towards it.
"Do you think that's you, 'Henry'?" Jamie asks jokingly.
"Shut up, Stan." He fired back "But one way to find out."
Ben turns and walks up the steps outside, pulling down on the handle and pushing the door open.
"If this isn't you..." Jamie started "We're about to get arrested in bizzaroland."
Ben walked into the room, looking around at the interior of the luxury trailer, and quickly spied a wallet on the table nearby. He moves towards it and flipped it open, seeing a driving license with his photo in and the name Henry Cavill printed in it. Ben holds it up to Jamie. Jamie reached into his pocket, also pulling out a wallet and checking the driving license, holding it up towards to show the name Stan Stylez and Jamie's photo next to it.
"What the fuck is going on...." Ben asked.
“Last thing I remember is us going into that fog in the Bermuda…” Jamie looks to Ben and shakes his head. “No. Nooooo! Is THIS where people go when passing through the Bermuda Triangle? Some parallel world?” He takes in another glance at Ben’s lycra costume and purses his lips, “It’s either that or I’m in Heaven.”
“Your Heaven, my Hell. Look!” Ben points to a laptop that is on a desk, its screen idle. He nudges Jamie ahead and says, “Maybe whatever I was looking at will tell us something.”
Jamie dutifully takes up his seat and brings the laptop to life, but once he does so, he types quickly at the keys…
Ben calls him out, “Hey, what are you doing? I want to find out what the hell is happening to us! I don’t think google is going to do us any good here!”
Jamie answers back almost hotly, “Well it might help if we start by finding out anything about who Stan Stylez and Henry Cavill are!”
Seeing the logic behind this, Ben stands back as Jamie draws up a google search for this ‘Stan Stylez’ and clicks on the first link made available, and Ben himself leans down to get a better look at the screen.
Jamie says, “Hunh! According to this, Stan is a professional wrestler?” Jamie shrugs. “Nice to know some things don’t change.” He goes back to the screen, “He calls himself The Sizzling One … The Sex T -Rex … The Gyno Rhino … The Locomotive of Lust…”
Ben chuckles, “So is that where you get those nicknames from?”
“Oh ha ha!” Jamie answers sarcastically. “It also says that Stan has held a few titles on the indy circuit … and is straight.”
“SNRK!”
Jamie’s head whips up to spot Ben with a pained expression on his face, eyes tightly closed, and hands covering both nose and mouth.
“What the hell was that?”
Ben answers, “A very painful stifled laugh!”
Jamie debates, “Hey! FYI? Most people who first meet me can’t tell I’m gay!”
“Jamie me boy,” Ben places a hand on his shoulder and starts typing at the keys with his free hand, “Blind and deaf people know you’re gay.”
Jamie shakes his head, but admittedly with a smile, as he turns back to the screen to see the page that Ben called up.
“Well will you look at that! You’re an actor, Benjamin!”
“Yeah I sort of got that hint from this getup I woke up in.” Ben says sarcastically.
Jamie scrolls down the wiki page for Henry Cavill, taking in his list of credentials. “Damn, son!” He exclaims. “You must be in high demand! You’ve been in everything from Greek mythology to action to superhero flicks! It even says here…” Jamie’s eyes widen.
“What?” Ben frowns. “What is it?”
Jamie answers, “It says you’ve been in a show called the Tudors where you shot plenty of nudes!” jamie immediately starts typing again and Ben looks baffled.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Google image search!”
“Get up outta there!” Ben drags Jamie from the chair by the arm, prompting his partner to visibly pout as Ben takes the seat and winces. “Bloody hell! This lycra is binding!”
“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Jamie continues to admire his tag partner’s visual imagery in the muscle defining outfit while Ben just shakes his head and exhales audibly as he goes a different route, drawing from the laptop’s browsing history rather than a web search.
“Bloody hell…” Ben mumbles just loud enough for Jamie to hear him. “It’s a website for Sin City Wrestling…”
“SCW?” Jamie tears his curious gaze away from what luxuries this trailer offer a man like ‘Henry Cavill’ and gazes back closely at the screen. He shakes his head and says, “That’s not the SCW site we know.”
Ben waves a hand towards the display on-screen and says, “Christian Underwood? Mark Ward? Names ring a bell?” Ben then uses his fingers to guide the cursor toward a link at the top and curiosity opens a floodgate of more questions as a link to a ‘men’s roster’ fills the screen.
“No way…” Jamie is stunned. “Our names are on this thing. I mean, our ‘real’ names!”
“What … is this?” Ben asks aloud, and when Jamie leans over to start using the laptop, Ben pushes himself aside in the office chair, allowing it. Jamie clicks first a link for the name of ‘Jamie Dean,’ then one for ‘Ben Jordan’.
“If I didn’t know any better…” Jamie starts to answer Ben, drawing the only conclusion he can gather. “I’d say we’re in an efed.”
“Efed?” Ben frowns. “What’s an efed?”
“My nephew is in one.” Jamie answers. “It’s where people create make-believe wrestlers, give them posers, then write roleplays for them when they get booked in a match.”
Ben nods knowingly, then frowns and looks at Jamie. “Why?”
“Damned if I know.” Jamie says. “Maybe it’s a way to express themselves creatively through writing?”
Ben follows suit and offers, “Maybe it’s a way for them to live vicariously through a game?” He looks up to Jamie and smiles mischievously. “Sort of like you in that Dragon Age game when you keep getting banged by that elf.”
Jamie shakes his head at Ben and says, “That would be so offensive if it wasn’t true.” Jamie then goes back to exploring this website for this ‘SCW’ and scoffs, “Fuck me!”
“Not a chance!”
“No, not that! … Well at least not until Christmas.” Jamie points at the screen. “Look! It’s the card for this Sunday! It’s on this thing -- and so are we!”
Ben scoots closer to the laptop and looks to see the truth. He points, “And there’s James and Dmitri too!” Ben stands up and starts walking around the trailer, saying, “I need a beer!”
Jamie calls out, “I don’t think you can drink when Henry is shooting a scene soon.”
“Aw bite me!” Ben slams a mini fridge door shut, holding the much desired beer in one hand, and a second for his partner. Ben pops the cap off of Jamie’s beer and walks back over to where Jamie has retaken his seat, passing the brew to his outstretched hand. Ben takes a long and refreshing pull from his bottle when Jamie laughs, “Wow!”
“What?”
Jamie's eyes focused on the screen.
"I found this roleplay thing from us." Jamie stopped in his tracks as his taps his chin "Well, the guy's who created us."
"Who wastes their time doing this stuff?" Ben asked "Surely there's better things in life they could do?"
"Probably." Jamie responded "It's against guys called James Tuscini and Dmitri."
Ben looked over Jamie's shoulder.
"Let me see what my guy wrote about what I said." Ben said to Jamie.
Ben reads out loud.
"Alright people." Ben read out loud.
He looked towards Jamie.
"Sounds like me."
He continued to read out loud to Jamie.
"I ain't gonna lie to you lovely people." He reads out loud. "This week has me a little jumpy. It's almost like jumping into the unknown a bit because this week, me and JD go up against two fellas we haven't had a chance to take on before and we gotta give them a whole lot of respect."
Ben looked at Jamie with a shrug before he continued to read.
"James Tuscini." Ben read out loud "All the respect in the world for you son, because you've had that Roulette title for a long, long time. You've taken on everyone around in so many different matches and took them out just like that. Respect for that pal, big time respect, and to be fair, that could help you out a little. Roulette stuff ain't my thing. I think in me whole career, all I've done is a cage match against Casey Williams and a hardcore tag match against The Monstimals, but you've done it all. Thing is mate, you're stepping into something that me and Jamie are making famous, the art of tag team matches. You're stepping into something that is not your usual domain while we clearly are masters of it and this puts you at a little disadvantage."
Ben paused for a second before continuing.
"That's gonna cost ya James." He reads out loud
He glanced towards Jamie with a smile and goes back to reading.
"Dmitri..." Ben reads again out loud "You're a funny sort. One minute Internet champion, next minute trying to be World champion, while in a tag team and thinking about our belts. Make up ya mind mate and a pick a path. I'm not gonna take the piss about you being a vampire, we all know they don't exist. We know that they're all fiction, so I'm gonna judge ya as a wrestler and to be fair, you ain't a bad wrestler, but thing is you ain't a tag team wrestler. I can't see ya as a tag team guy because you have ambitions to be a single champion. Truth is, ya probably don't really give a monkeys about being in this team with Tuscini, you probably don't really care about it, just something to do. It's like going down the pub with ya mates, even though ya hungover, and don't really fancy it, it's just something for you to do and let me tell ya, that sorta attitude ain't gonna wash here."
"It's like that guy really knows you" Jamie commented
"Well he created me apparently" Ben responded. "Anyway on with this roleplay thing"
He cleared his throat and continued.
"Long story short." He reads out loud "To me, we have a singles champ and a guy who wants to be a singles champ. Two completely different characters, just thrown together by some unknown choice they made. Problem is, that ain't enough to defeat a tag team like us. We're tag team champions for a reason and you need a little bit more to a team than just two geezers thrown together and expect them to win. This is why me and Jamie will come out with the win. This is why me and Jamie will walk out of a main event with our heads held high. Two great single wrestlers thrown together doesn't always work, and you two are a fine example of that. Ya team don't mesh on any level, where as we are bloody good as a team. Don't expect any surprises people, because me and Jamie have no intention to walk out of Sunday with anything other than a win. Sorry lads, Sunday will not be the day you remember as beating the SCW Tag Team Champions."
Ben looked at Jamie with an approving nod.
"Geezer who is me is pretty decent." Ben commented "Go on, read yours, let's see if the guy behind you is anything decent.... Wait, that sounded so wrong"
“And if you weren’t wearing pants that I can see your pulse through, I’d totally take advantage of that little slip of the tongue.” Jamie smiles as he leans over at the waist and uses his fingers to scroll down a bit further on the webpage and nodded, “Ah.”
He reads, “I think the funny thing about this whole tag team ordeal isn’t the fact that in order to get competition, we had to go out and drag every eligible tag team in SCW out there into one single match. It’s more the fact that just for a change of pace, we had to go and get ourselves booked in a match against a team that not only have we yet to compete against, but a team that technically isn’t even eligible for a title shot. Hence the fact that this match was declared non-title by the higher ups.”
Jamie frowns and looks to Ben and shakes his head. “That doesn’t sound like me at all.” To which Ben just shrugs, unable to do anything else as caught off guard as they are by whatever was happening.
Jamie then continues to read from the screen, “Well, it’s either that or the simple fact that together the two of you haven’t really accomplished anything to warrant being granted a championship match. So please, to better introduce ourselves to the newbie team, maybe we can dispense with the pleasantries and make use of the obligatory phallic size jokes and get ourselves ready for some real man on man action.”
Jamie smiles and waggles his eyebrows. “Okay, that sounds more like me.” Ben nods in agreement, almost cringing at the phrase of words being used.
Jamie reads, “I can almost hear Dmitri and James wondering why this is a non-title match, and I should think the answer is obvious: SCW clearly states a wrestler can’t hold two championships at the same time so why would they give your team a title shot, when James already has gold around his waist? But go ahead. Blame Ben and myself. I figure it’s going to happen. Men like you throw logic and reason out the window when you’re incapable of understanding what’s right in front of your face. Hey, we get it! Ben and I. We love competition. We thrive on it. It’s the only way we’ll succeed at Ben’s goal at rejuvenating the tag team division in SCW. We, above anyone else, would love for this to be for the titles but we play the cards dealt to us. Beat us…”
Jamie turns to ben and snickers. “Yeah. Like THAT’S going to happen!” Before he continues to read:
“...and I’m sure the bosses won’t be able to help but give you a shot at our gold.”
“James Tuscini, the reigning SCW Roulette Champion. You’ve held that title for quite awhile and defended against all comers, but you are out of your element this weekend, boy. This isn’t for your Roulette title, and the rules aren’t even being contested in the roulette division. This is just a straight up tag team match with regular tag team rules. And being the champions? That proves that Ben and I are the ones going into this match with the clear advantage. Oh sure, you and Dmitri have gotten a win under your belts as the Unholy Alliance, but as Team BJ?”
Jamie lowers his head and his shoulders begin to shake. “Oh my god, that team name!”
Ben replies not with words, but with eyes wide and his hand running slowly down his handsome face.
Jamie goes on reading, “As Team BJ, we’ve beaten the best to not just win the titles, but to keep them. The Monstimals? Tough as nails but we beat them -- twice. Once to win the vacant titles, and then to retain the belts. The Members of the Elders? Our toughest challengers to date and ones who took Ben and myself to the absolute limit -- twice! We got past Jon and Eyesnsane by the skin of our teeth and if we can beat them, then we sure as hell know we can take the two of you. Just because you have a title in the singles ranks, doesn't mean dick that you'll be able to accomplish anything noteworthy in the tag. You won't be going in there with ladders or mud or whatever else that title brings your way. All you have is yourself and that Brood reject in your corner."
“No offense Dmitri. You can’t help if you’re stuck in the 1990’s, or 1690’s. Whatever timeframe an ‘immortal’ such as yourself fancies himself originating from. Fact is, guys like you that have arrived off and on over the past number of months? To me, you’re just riding the coattails of fellas like Brother Grimm who originated the weird ass characters. Grimm paved the way, and guys like you and Samuel skipped right on in the door.”
Jamie looks at Ben with a winsome expression on his face and says, “You know, the one thing I never expressed about that weirdo, Brother Grimm? Man was ugly with a capital FUCK … but his body was fine with a capital DAYUM!”
Ben frowns and shakes his head, “And I didn’t think your taste could get any stranger.”
Jamie smiles and shrugs, looking back to the computer screen. He reads, “I guess, Dmitri, that since you pretty much crashed and burned in the singles ranks, it’s only natural that you come barking at our door. I mean, you made noise about challenging J2H for the World title and when he gave you the chance to earn that match against him, you choked. Well, the end result of our match is going to be no different. You may have gotten one win as a team, but one win does not a successful tag team make. Well, unless you’re Team BJ. We won the titles in our first match as a team, and that just cemented the beginning of a tag team dynasty for us. This weekend, your dynasty ends. Not only does your partner have future potential challengers to be worried about, but you? You won that triple threat Dmitri and you’re going to have whoever wins the match this weekend to be focused on if you want to get another chance at the world title.”
“Sounds like your plate is full boys, with nothing but worry. Ben and myself? Not so much. We have nothing to worry about. Least of all, the two of you.”
Jamie scrolls a bit further and comes to the end of his shoot portion of the promo. He tilts his head to the left and says, “I dunno. I think my author kinda sucks.”
Before Ben has the chance to respond, there is the sound of a knock on the door to his dressing room trailer.
“Door’s open!” Ben answers in kind, quickly shutting the laptop so whoever can’t see just what the two were researching. The door opens and standing in the doorway is the statuesque form of actress Gal Gadot clad in a Wonder Woman costume. Ben’s eyes drink in the sight of the lovely actress while Jamie’s eyes narrow.
Gal smiles and says, “Henry, Zack is having a fit out here, waiting. He sent me to see if you were ready to shoot ‘our’ scene?”
“Oh yes.” Henry, er - Ben quickly stands up and makes for the dressing room door. “I’m right behind you.” And he makes for the door. Gal rolls her eyes in good humor as she steps out with Ben right behind her, and Jamie muses to himself…
“I wonder how long it’ll be before he realizes he doesn’t know his lines?” And he exits, shutting the door behind him...
“No.” The voice brings us back to reality, as the fog dissipates and Jamie and Ben are on the deck of the yacht, clearly having had more than their share of beers together and individually. Ben waves a bottle towards his tag partner, almost dropping it. “Are you bloody daft? Just, no!”
“Aw c’monnnn!” The inebriated Jamie whines. “Why not!? What’s wrong with it?”
“That has got to be the dumbest idea for a promo that I’ve ever heard! No! No way! Forget ab-out it! I ain’t doing it!”
Jamie leans over close to Ben to where his lips are almost at the Cockney Kings ears, “PSST!”
Ben jumps, but turns his own bleary eyes to his partner, “What?”
Jamie smiles and points towards the camera. Ben follows the trail where he’s pointing, looks and sees…
“Aw shi…”</color>
