The scene opens up in a hotel room, somewhere in the area of Chattahoochee County, Georgia, the location of the upcoming edition of SCW Climax Control. While showing a rather simple but clean hotel room, it is clear that something is going on cannot be seen, as there is the sound of heavy breathing and some hustling around a bit. The camera slowly starts to pan around the room a bit, moving in towards the direction of the sound, eventually coming around to the far side of the bed and revealing what was previously hidden behind it. It turns out the curious sounds and heavy breathing were coming from none other than one half of SCW's Tag Team Champion Bosom Buddies, Big B who is... simply doing situps. After a few moments of watching Big B just do one situp after another while seemingly getting more and more tired, there is a knock heard on the door. Big B stops at the top of the situp and calls back over to the door.
Big B: Come in, door's open!
Big B then continues on with his situps as the door, which is on the far side of the room from where B is, opens and in steps Big B's cousin, former SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones.
Nick: You realize this place is filled with a countless number of SCW's who would love to kick your ass, right? And you seriously leave your door unlocked and blindly call anyone who knows in? Have I taught you nothing?
As Nick closes the door behind him, he looks into the room and with his line of sight to Big B blocked by the bed, similarly to the camera shot earlier, he looks perplexed as he peers around with his cousin nowhere in sight.
Nick: Um... hello?
Big B: Hi!
With Big B still out of sight, the response clearly catches Nick off guard and he then seems to hear the same heavy breathing and rustling sounds from before, seeming to make him a bit uneasy as he fidgets about.
Nick: What the hell is going on in here?
Big B is heard calling back to Nick through his heavy breath as he continues on, with Nick trying to follow where the sound is coming from.
Big B: Training!
Nick seems a bit confused by this response, as he quietly mumbles to himself.
Nick: Training?? What the hell is he talking about? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
Nick stops and thinks for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and continuing on with his quiet mumbling.
Nick: I have a feeling I'll regret this, but here we go.
With that, Nick continues on into the room to approach where he hears B coming from. He then continues around the bed to see Big B furiously pumping out more and more situps, as Nick simply raises an eyebrow to this sight, this time directing his comments back at B with a much louder and confused tone to his voice.
Nick: What the hell is this?
Big B finishes off his next situp and then stops as he is seated on the floor and looks up at Nick.
Big B: Come on cuz, they're situps!
Nick rolls his eyes as he shakes his head in disgust.
Nick: I know that ya big doof. I mean what the hell are you doing that for? Seriously, situps in your friggin' hotel room?
Big B: You're the one who told me I had to do more training, so that's what I'm doing.
Nick: So, what... this is your warm-ups or something?
Big B: Don't be silly, this is my training!
Nick: Whoa whoa... wait one damn second. You're telling me that your so-called...
Nick puts his fingers up in air quotes.
Nick: ... "training" is friggin' situps?
Big B: Yeah.
Nick: SITUPS?
Big B: Yep.
Nick: SITUPS?!?!?
Big B: Yuh-huh.
Nick: You have got to be kidding me, right?!? You're not a 14-year old girl trying to make your abs look better, you're a professional wrestler for crying out loud.
Big B: I know that.
Nick: Are you sure? Because you certainly don't act like you know that. You've got a match in a couple of days, a TITLE match. And not only that, and I have no idea how this even is true, but you're one of the freakin' champions!
Big B: You don't need to tell me all of this, cuz. I'm not stupid ya know.
Nick simply stares at Big B silently for a few moments, clearly not quite sure how to respond to that. Nick eventually shakes it off and decides to simply move on.
Nick: Listen, if you and your little buddy want to keep this success up, you need to get your shit together... in the ring. Hell, look at you, your workout routine is clearly not the problem here, you're bigger than 95% of the guys you step into that ring with. Situps aren't going to do a damn thing for you. You need to become a better wrestler, or sooner or later someone with far more technical skills than you are going to take advantage of that, and it won't matter how much bigger you are than them when they take you down to the mat.
Despite clearly listening intently to Nick, Big B has a completely blank expression on his face as Nick's finishes his comments.
Big B: What are you talking about cuz?
Nick: Here, let me show you something. Get up.
Nick extends his hand out to Big B to help him up off of the floor. Big B reaches out and grabs Nick's hand, and Nick immediately pulls Big B up to his feet. However, within just a moment, with Big B up on his feet, Nick quickly takes advantage of the situation and his grip on Big B's arm and pulls him right back down the ground and immediately locks him into an arm bar.
Big B: Ow, what are you doing?!?
Nick: Teaching you a lesson!
Big B simply tries to use his superior strength to his advantage and goes to start pushing himself up off the floor, but Nick simply cranks the hold on tighter as he uses his legs to push himself further onto B's back, putting his entire weight onto B as he continues to tighten the hold, the combination of the weight and pain of the move causing Big B to fall back to the ground. After that, Nick lets go of the hold and stands up to his feet, looking down at B who is clutching onto his arm.
Nick: See what I'm saying? Strength will only get you so far. So it's time to start doing some REAL training, alright?
Big B: Alright, I get it!
Nick: Good, now get up.
Nick reaches his hand out to Big B once again, but B simply stares at Nick's hand suspiciously for a few moments, before turning away and using a nearby chair to pull himself up. Nick simply shrugs and pulls his head away as Big B gets himself up into the chair. Nick then sits on the edge of the bed as he looks over at Big B.
Nick: Listen B, I'm just trying to help you out here, alright? Trust me when I tell you that the more time you spend at the top, the more bottom who will be coming after you and the tougher the competition gets. You've done pretty damn well, and if I'm completely honest, better than I ever would have predicted, but it's not going to get any easier from here. I know you think you've got Despayre in your corner to take care of the high-flying technical stuff while you're the muscle of the team, but you can't rely on him at all times. Remember, your opponent has a teammate too and if you get taken down like that in the middle of a match, Desp may not be able to get there in time, and your opponent sure as shit isn't going to let it go like I did.
Big B: I guess so. But what we've been doing sure has worked well so far. And come on, there isn't nowhere near as good in the SCW as my cuz, right?
Nick cannot help but chuckle as Big B shows a big, innocent smile in Nick's direction.
Nick: That's sure as hell what I'd be telling everyone, and I appreciate the thought from you, but that's only going to get you so far.
Big B: What do you mean?
Nick: I'm sure I could take out every single one of those folks you step into the ring with one on one. Well you know, if...
Nick looks down to his knee and hesitates for a moment before shaking it off and continuing on with his original point.
Nick: Anyway, tag teams are a whole different ball game. Depending on how things go, you can easily find yourself in a two on one situation and then strength will only get you so far. Not to mention, you don't need to be a World Champion level of talent to be able to take a guy down into an arm bar.
Big B: Yeah, I guess you're right cuz. And I think I've been getting better, but I guess I only need to get betterer, right?
Nick: Um yeah, sure... betterer.
Nick rolls his eyes as Big B smiles back, clearly oblivious to the mocking tone of Nick's.
Big B: But come on, I'm never going to be as good as you cuz.
Nick: You don't have to be. You've got some things going for you that I can freely admit I never had. No matter how much work I put in I could never be as big as you and nothing will ever change that, and the same goes for lots of other guys who step into that ring. So the point is not that you need to be the most technically savvy wrestler to ever step into an SCW ring.
Big B: So what you're saying is that I can keep using my size and strength, but if I can do all that other fancy shmancy wrestling moves stuff on top of that, that will help ever more?
Nick: Exactly!
Big B: Oh, I get it now! So now when I train I can wrestle like a tiny little guy hidden inside of a really big guy!
Nick looks at Big B with a bit of confusion but just hesitantly nods along.
Nick: Uh, yeah sure... I guess.
Big B: That sounds awesome!
Nick: If you say so. Anyway, if you can hold your own in multiple different aspects, then an opponent can't take you out of the match by making you wrestle HIS way. In the end, your size and strength will still be a big bonus in a more technical bout, but you'll need to have the skills to keep up with to start.
Big B: So then what about this match though? I got the big scary guy in the costume who has all like scary breathing and stuff, and he's even bigger than me! Then there's that guy who's name I think they misspelled or something, and I guess his heart is black, but he's like way smaller.
Nick chuckles at his cousin's absurdity once more before responding.
Nick: Yeah, something like that. But anyway... we went over this last time. You just need to handle Jackson the same way you had to deal with R.O.A.R. We went over all of this then and the same stuff applies. It also goes back to what we're talking about here. Size and strength is a huge bonus, but that's it. It doesn't win matches on its own. It won't do it for you, and it won't do it for Darth Vader either. And don't worry, I'm fairly certain the make believe James Earl Jones in a mask doesn't have any real Force powers to choke you with or anything.
Big B: What's a force power? And isn't choking illegal in wrestling matches?
Nick: Unbelievable... all the time you waste watching stupid TV and you don't get a freakin' Star Wars reference? whatever... yes, you're right, choking is illegal, so no worries, right?
Big B: Right, but what about the guy with the black heart. Isn't that unhealthy? Is he going to be ok for our match?
Nick: I'm sure he'll be just fine and he's one of those guys you need to make sure you don't get caught up too much with his size. Listen, Bruce Evans and I know each other quite well. He's been in SCW from the very beginning and he's stepped into the ring with lots of talent for lots of years. Hell, Blaque Hart was my very first SCW supercard opponent, all the way back at December 2 Dismember in 2011. He's a long established veteran, so don't doubt for a second that he'll try to pull you into some sort of trap. He knows what you're about and will play that against you, so if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. You may think you've got physical control, but never let your guard down.
Big B: You mean because then he can suddenly put on a move like you did right there, right? And if the big scary guy stops Despy and that happens, we might actually even lose the match.
With Big B clearly starting to get it, a smile comes across his Nick's face as he taps himself on the side of his head to point to his brain, indicating that Big B is finally thinking. However, that comes to a quick stop as Big B of course continues on.
Big B: And then if we lose the match, we'll lose the titles. And if we lose the titles, it will be all my fault. And if it's all my fault, I'll be sad. And not only that, but if we lose the titles, Despy will be sad too. And he'll also be sad if I'm sad. And Angel will be sad if we lose the titles and Desy is sad and I am sad. And Synn...
Nick: Yeah, yeah... I've got it.
Big B: So I don't have to be the biggest, I have to be the bestest!
Nick: That's the ticket.
Big B: Ticket to where?
Nick: Forget it. Listen, I've got go. Break a leg out there, alright?
Big B: Why would you say that?!? That would really hurt and then I wouldn't be able to compete in the match, and then they might even make us forfeit the match and give the titles...
Nick: Come down cuz, it's a figure of...
Nick realizes who he's talking to and stops his attempts to explain what he meant.
Nick: Never mind, forget it... I take it back. Don't break a leg. Don't hurt yourself at all. Feel better now?
Big B: Yes, thanks cuz!
Nick: Yeah, sure. Whatever. Later.
With that, Nick gets up from his seat on the edge of the bed and walks towards the door to the hotel room. Nick turns back towards Big B and gives him a quick nod of his head as Big B excitedly waves goodbye in return as Nick leaves. Nick walks out and closes the door behind him as Big B then starts to stroke his chin excessively, in a ridiculous symbol of his clear attempts to think, while looking all around the room.
Big B: Ok, so now I know what I have to do. The question is HOW do I do that fancy technology wrestling moves training?
Big B looks around for a bit longer, until suddenly his face lights up.
Big B: Ooo, I know!
Big B jumps up from his seat in the chair and runs over to the bad and grabs a pillow off of it. Big B then grabs the pillow and drags it across his body as he pulls it down and all the way to the floor, while gripping both arms around it and bending half of the pillow back, in a clear attempt to true to emulate Nick's earlier armbar on Big B. B then loudly calls out, directing his comments to the pillow.
Big B: Haha, I got you now! You can't out technicologically wrestle me!
Big B then cranks the "move" on the pillow a bit harder as he cannot help but chuckle to himself a bit.
Big B: Come on... give up!
Big B then, while keeping one arm tightly wrapped around the pillow, lets go of the other one and then uses his free hand to grab the tag that is on the pillow. B then takes the tag and starts to repeatedly slap it against the floor, making it so that the pillow is "tapping out".
Big B: I WIN!!!
Big B then jumps up to his feet and raises his arms in victory as his he jumps up and down.
Big B: YOUR WINNER... BIG B!! THE BESTESTEST TECHNOLOGY WRESTLER EVER!
With Big B's large size and his continuing to jump higher and higher, he eventually leaps high enough that he cracks his head against the light fixture on the hotel room ceiling. At that point, Big B quickly plops himself back down in the chair he was sitting in earlier as he grabs his head in pain.
Big B: Ow! This training stuff hurts!
Big B then rubs his head in an effort to ease the pain as the slowly scene fades to black.
