The video opens with a blank, black screen, and part of a song is played, which contains the following lyrics:
#I'm free to be whatever I
#Whatever I choose
#And I'll sing the blues if I want
#I'm free to say whatever I
#Whatever I like
#If it's wrong or right it's alright
The song then stops, and the black screen fades away to be replaced by a shot that has the living room of Simon Jones' home in Las Vegas, in the foreground, while in the background, the dining room of the home can be seen. The day is Monday 23rd June - the day after the episode of Climax Control that saw Simon announce he will be leaving SCW, following Into The Void III.
Sat alone, to the right-hand side of the shot, in one of two brown leather sofas that are in the living room - the other sofa being directly opposite the camera - is Simon; he is wearing navy blue jeans, and a light grey t-shirt. Within a matter of seconds, from the left-hand side of the shot, into view Jacqueline Jones; she is wearing black jeans, and a turquoise and black floral print sleeveless blouse.
Jacqueline is carrying two mugs; she walks towards Simon and hands one of them - a royal blue mug, which has the logo of Birmingham City F.C. on it - to him.
Simon: 'Thanks, love.'
Jacqueline takes a seat next to Simon, on the sofa; the couple then both take a drink from their respective mugs. As Simon takes a second sip, his wife asks him a question.
Jacqueline: 'So, how was Phoenix?'
Simon: 'It was very warm - just like here.'
Jacqueline: 'Is that all you have to say for Phoenix - that it's very warm?'
Simon: 'I know I sound like a stereotypical Brit, talking about the weather, but I wasn't in Phoenix long enough to see much of it, other than the airport and the venue for Climax Control - if I had stuck around in Phoenix, to see more of what the city has to offer, then that would have delayed me getting back here, to you and Matty.'
Simon leans forward, to place his mug on the floor, by the side of the sofa; he then looks back at Jacqueline.
Simon: 'I never thought that I would miss the unpredictable British climate. But right now, some cooler weather would be a welcome relief from this heat and humidity.'
Jacqueline: 'I'll remind you of that comment in a couple of months' time, when we're sat at home, in Cardiff, watching the rain pouring down outside, while the men and women of SCW are sunning themselves, aboard the cruise ship that they use for Summer XXXTreme.'
Simon smiles.
Simon: 'I have no doubt that you will remind me of it - and that you will take pleasure in doing so.'
Jacqueline takes another sip from her mug.
Simon: 'Seriously, though, could you imagine trying to do something like play football for ninety-plus minutes in this heat? Because it won't be much hotter than this in eight years' time, when the World Cup is staged in Qatar; in Brazil, they're having water breaks during the football - in Qatar, they'll be having football breaks during the water drinking.'
Jacqueline smiles at Simon's remark; she then places her mug on the floor, before looking back to her husband.
Jacqueline: 'So how do you feel, now that you've made your big announcement?'
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: 'Relieved, I suppose.'
Simon then sighs.
Simon: 'I'm glad to have gotten it out of the way - now I can just look forward to my final few weeks in SCW, with everyone else being well aware of what my situation is.'
Jacqueline: 'When you were stood in the ring, with the fans chanting, "Please don't go," did you have any second thoughts?'
Simon shakes his head.
Simon: 'None whatsoever. Everything that I said last night was true; I will miss being part of SCW, and I'll miss performing in front of those fans. But up until now, everywhere that we've lived has been affected by where I've been working - it's time to put my family first, for a change. Why - you've not suddenly decided that you want to stay in Vegas, have you?'
Now it is Jacqueline's turn to shake her head.
Jacqueline: 'No - as much as I've enjoyed our time over here, I'm looking forward to being able to call the UK home again. But it's not easy, watching you give up a job with a company that I know means a lot to you.'
Simon: 'I'm doing it for you and Matty - I would give up anything for you.'
Jacqueline: 'What, even the Blues?'
Simon holds up his right hand.
Simon: 'Whoa, stop - let's not go crazy.'
Jacqueline giggles slightly.
Jacqueline: 'Have you renewed your season ticket yet?'
Simon: 'No, not yet - I'll leave that until we're back in Cardiff. Oh, how I'm looking forward to being at Middlesbrough, on the opening day of the season; I just hope that next season is an improvement on last season - otherwise, I could find myself wishing that we had stopped in Vegas.'
Jacqueline: 'You know, on the occasions when Birmingham are playing in London, I think that I might go with you.'
Simon frowns.
Simon: 'Really? You want to go with me to some of the games? That's...'
Jacqueline interrupts Simon.
Jacqueline: 'No - don't get your hopes up. What I meant was, that I'll go with you to London, and then, while you head off to watch the Blues play, I'll go to visit Emma and Ben - unless he's busy watching Millwall - at their home in the capital.'
Simon: 'That would be good; I had thought that, the one piece of bad timing, as far as us moving back to the UK is concerned, is that we're doing so just as you and Emma are becoming good friends.'
Jacqueline: 'Well, then I guess we'll benefit from Ben and Emma being able to afford to have homes in both Vegas and London.'
Jacqueline smiles, as something crosses her mind.
Jacqueline: 'And of course, when I go to visit Emma, I'll take Tilly with me.'
Jacqueline's smile changes to more of a smirk, as Simon feigns astonishment.
Simon: 'Oh, it's Tilly now, is it? What happened to you wanting Matilda's nickname to be Tilda?'
Jacqueline: 'What's wrong with Tilly? I like it.'
Simon: 'This is Emma's doing, isn't it?'
Simon shakes his fist, in mock anger.
Simon: 'Damn you, twinie.'
Jacqueline: 'Come on, Simon - Tilly is a better nickname for a girl than Matty.'
Simon: 'Well, I guess we'll just have to let Matilda decide, herself - you know, once she olds enough to. Although I fear that I might be fighting a losing battle.'
Jacqueline nods her head.
Jacqueline: 'Yep; you, against Emma and I - that's an inter-gender handicap match that you stand little chance of winning.'
Simon chuckles.
Simon: 'My toughest opponents yet.'
Jacqueline smiles, before shifting herself along the sofa, to kiss Simon; as Simon then turns his body towards Jacqueline, she lies back, resting her head on his chest.
Jacqueline: 'Speaking of matches, do you have any idea what SCW has in store for you between now and when you leave?'
Simon: 'Nope; now that I'm no longer the champion, and with me only going to be around for a few more weeks, who knows what they'll do with me. It might be nice, though, to be involved in a couple of matches in which the outcome is not going to have any bearing on my future in wrestling - there will be less pressure that way. And with less pressure, I can relax, and try to enjoy myself more.'
Jacqueline: 'If you had retained the title last week, would you still have made your announcement last night, or would you have waited?'
Simon: 'I don't know, love; with Into The Void fast approaching, I would have had to do it sooner, rather than later - but would I have done it last night? I'm not sure.'
Simon sighs.
Simon: 'That doesn't matter much, though; it's all hypothetical, anyway - the title is not mine any more.'
Jacqueline: 'Well, you're still my champion.'
Simon smiles down at his wife.
Simon: 'And that's a title that I will have to be killed to have taken away from me.'
Simon then wraps his arms around Jacqueline, holding her tightly to him.
Simon: 'I hope I didn't sound like a sore loser when I made the announcement last night - I wanted to make it clear that me losing the heavyweight title had in no way influenced my decision to leave SCW.'
Jacqueline: 'I think you made that quite clear - although if some people want to think otherwise, you can't stop them from doing so.'
Simon: 'People like Sean Jackson, probably.'
Simon smirks.
Simon: 'Well, let them think what they want. Because four weeks from now, it will be none of my concern - I'll be free.'
As Simon and Jacqueline lie together on the sofa, in their warm embrace, the scene fades away to another blank, black screen; a further portion of "Whatever" by Oasis is then played:
#Free to be whatever you
#Whatever you say
#If it comes my way it's alright
#You're free to be wherever you
#Wherever you please
#You can shoot the breeze if you want
After the song stops, the screen fades away to a shot of Simon Jones, sat on a green patio chair, by the back yard of his house, on the afternoon of Friday 4th July. Simon - who is wearing royal blue jeans, and a pale blue long sleeve t-shirt - is turned away from the camera, staring off into the distance. However, he soon turns to face the camera - and he then begins to speak.
Simon: 'So, for me, the countdown is on: in sixteen days, at Into The Void III, my time in SCW will reach its climax. And speaking of climaxes, this coming Sunday will see me competing in a match on an episode of Climax Control for the final time - well, the final time for the foreseeable future.'
Simon lifts his right foot up off the floor, and rests it on a nearby footstool, that matches the patio chair.
Simon: 'The match that I will be competing in this Sunday, will be the first match that I have been involved in for three weeks; it will be both my first match since losing the Heavyweight Championship, as well my first match since announcing my imminent departure from SCW. Of course, the powers that be have known for five weeks that I would be leaving SCW before long, but with me no longer being the Heavyweight Champion, I do wonder whether they have struggled to decide how to use me in my final appearances in the six-sided ring - right now, I get the feeling that I'm kind of like a spare part, that you don't know what to do with. However, I couldn't have asked for much better than the match - or more specifically, the partner - that they've given me for this Sunday.'
A wide smile crosses Simon's face.
Simon: 'Yes, in two days' time, Roxi Johnson and I will get the chance to reprise our tag team; Roxi wanted it, I wanted it, and now that the request has been granted, hopefully the two of us can put on a decent showing for the fans - and hopefully get the win, too.'
Simon glances over his right shoulder, as he again looks off into the distance momentarily; he then turns back to look at the camera, and continues.
Simon: 'As I awaited news of my next match, there was a danger that I would lack motivation, depending on the details of the match that I was scheduled in - with me being on the verge of exiting SCW, a couple of wins, or a couple of losses, is not going to have any effect on my career; there was the possibility that I could find myself just going through the motions, without any pressure on me to perform. But now I know that I'm going to be teaming with Roxi, my motivation - and that pressure - has come rushing back; a word of warning for Jericho Hill and Zuri Justice - the duo that will be our opponents on Sunday: when I have to perform under pressure, is usually when I'm at my best.'
Simon nods his head.
Simon: 'You see, while professionally, I don't really have anything hinging on the outcome of Sunday's match, on a purely personal level, I still do; Roxi may have said that she doesn't think it's possible for me to let her down, seemingly regardless of what happens on Sunday - but I'm still going to give this match everything that I can, so as to try to ensure that I definitely won't let her down, in any way whatsoever. And I want to help Roxi; I want to help her build on the victory that she achieved five days ago, by partnering her to another win this Sunday, and thus helping her to continue to gather momentum, as she works her way towards regaining the Bombshell Championship.'
Simon leans forward slightly.
Simon: 'Because that's what friends do: they help each other. And of the females on the SCW roster, Roxi is one of the two bombshells that I'm closest to - the other being Emma Rose. Which reminds me...'
Simon pauses to roll up the left sleeve of his t-shirt, uncovering his wrist, around which is the Breitling watch that was given to him as a birthday gift, by Ben Jordan and Emma Rose.
Simon: 'Thanks again, Emma - and Ben.'
Simon quickly glances at the watch, before turning his attention back to the camera.
Simon: 'Anyway, so that's why there will still be some pressure on me come Sunday: because of my desire to aid Roxi on her path back to the Bombshell Championship. And that's also why I'm determined to have my final appearance on Climax Control - for now - be a successful one.'
Simon the leans back again, against his chair.
Simon: 'On paper, my final match on Climax Control appears to be more straightforward than my first match was, in May of last year. Now, as coincidence would have it, Jericho Hill was also one of the participants in that match, fourteen months ago. In fact, that match is the only previous occasion when myself and Hill have been opponents. And having won that match, despite having had little time to prepare for the match, or my opponents - after only deciding to enter the match at the eleventh hour - with me this time having a full week to prepare for Jericho Hill, I am confident that I will again be able to get the better of him.'
Simon rubs his chin.
Simon: 'Jericho Hill, I don't quite know what to think about you - and not just because of how bizarre some of your antics have been. I mean, you originally arrived in SCW around the same time as I did, last year - you were here for a few months, before disappearing, only for you to then resurface a couple of months ago. But as of late, you've been rather quiet again - which leads me to wonder, whether you're about to do another disappearing act.'
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: 'One theme that has been recurrent, throughout the time you've spent in SCW, is a lack of success; for all of the noise that you've made - not so much recently, but at times in the past - you don't have much to show for it, in terms of actual victories. And I don't foresee the outcome of Sunday's match being any different for you. But, I suppose, at least you're being given something that you asked Mark Ward for, two months ago: a match against me; most people may have forgotten that, but I remember you confronting Mark Ward, with a list of demands: you told him you wanted Kain, Rage, or me. Well, you had the chance to fight Rage at Chaos In Cape Town - and lost; this Sunday, you'll get to fight me - and I fully intend to hand you another loss.'
Simon lifts his foot up off the footstool, and places it back on the floor.
Simon: 'I assume the only reason that my name entered the conversation you had with Mark Ward, was because at that time, I was still the SCW Heavyweight Champion - had I not been the champion, I doubt that you would have been as eager to be given a match against me. But that's fine with me - it wasn't the first time that someone in SCW had asked to be given a match against me, because of me being the champion: twelve months ago, Odette Ryder - as she still was, then - wanted to give her dream match away, so that Gabriel could have a match with me for the title; what she ended up with was herself and Gabriel in a mixed tag team match, against me and the then-Bombshell Champion - Roxi Johnson.'
Simon sighs.
Simon: 'That match, against Gabriel and Odette, was the first time that Roxi and I had really had any interaction with one another; in Roxi's own words, "we did okay" - but okay wasn't good enough, against a couple that had been together for some time. However, while Roxi and I may have lost that particular match, some good still came of it, as it initiated the friendship that the two of us has. And two months later, when Roxi and I were tag team partners again - that time against the formidable duo of Goth and Gothika - we did a better job of showing what the pair of us are capable of.'
Simon briefly smiles again, before continuing.
Simon: 'Jericho Hill, Zuri Justice: you're not Gabriel and Odette Stevens; you're not Goth and Gothika; you're a makeshift team, that has been forced together, to be opponents for myself and Roxi Johnson, as we're given the opportunity to team up once more before I leave SCW. It's almost as if this match has been designed specially, for Roxi and I to win - I know that, come Sunday, we'll certainly be expected to win; having both expressed a desire to be tag team partners again, it would be embarrassing for Roxi and I if we were to then lose. I can't let that happen - I won't let that happen; I can't let Roxi down, nor will I let her down. I'm determined - as I'm sure she is - to have our reunion, be a happy and successful one.'
The sound of fireworks is then heard in the background; Simon raises his voice, as he talks over the noise.
Simon: 'Well, I guess that someone is trying to tell me to wrap this up; enjoy the rest of your Independence Day - or if, like me, you're not American, enjoy the rest of your Friday - and I'll see you on Sunday, in Tempe.'
And with that, as Simon sits staring towards the camera, the scene fades to black.
