...Count this one for the gauntlet...
During Climax Control - 31st January 2015. SCW Exclusive unseen footage.
You remember Sam Marlowe's promo, right? You remember she took over from an interview this fella was giving? Well, here's the start of it. I know, we're arse backwards at times but better late then never, right people?
The main event is just about to starts as the camera's cut to the backstage area, where Ben Jordan stands impatiently outside of the women's locker room. Medical staff move in through the door, as the aftermath from the brutal attack by Jenny Tuck on Crystal Millar continues on. Ben, dressed casually in blue jeans and light grey T-shirt looks at the watch on his wrist, his eyes switching to a nearby screen as Team Hero make their entrance to the ring. A tap on his shoulder gets his attention as he turns to a beaming Sam Marlowe, the grin plastered on her face after being announced to be facing Mikah at My Bloody Valentine II.
Ben: You're gonna break your face if you keep smiling that wide darling.
Sam looks up at Ben, the Cheshire cat still plastered on her face.
Sam: I can't believe it. Out of everyone in SCW, she picked me.
Ben: And you're gonna smash it girl, proper smash it. Mikah's not gonna know what's hit her. Anyway, time for that drink, eh?
Sam nods in agreement but before the two can leave, Ms. Rocky Mountains moves in to the scene.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hey Ben! Hey Sam. Congratulations you guys. Both getting title shots at the next supercard and you Ben.
She points a finger out towards Ben.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You should walk out with two championships.
A smile crosses his face as he raises his eyebrows.
Ben: Like London buses mate, nothing for a long time then two come along at once.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You might if I ask you guys some questions? Maybe we can get this online on the site in the build up to the show.
Ben looks at Sam who nods at him, before looking back at Rocky.
Ben: Go for it. Knock ya self out sweetheart.
Ms. Rocky Mountains clears her throat as she looks at Sam.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Sam, how does it feel to be going up against Mikah for the Bombshell World Championship at My Bloody Valentine II.
Sam looks blankly at Rocky, no words passing her lips, just a smile on her face.
Ben: I think you said her buzz words there, you mention Mikah, the title and the event in the same breath and it blows her mind a bit, sends her in to this whole other place. I think we can safely say it gets her a little bit speechless.
Ms. Rocky Mountains smiles at Ben, and continues.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Then let's just talk to you for a second Ben.
Ben: Let's do that. I'm sure she'll snap out of it shortly and you can have a rabbit with her.
Ms. Rocky Mountains looks slightly confused by Ben's terminology, but Ben moves quickly to clear up any confusion.
Ben: Rabbit just means a chat, I don't mean you two can go buy a rabbit or something, that would just be loony.
Another confused look lands in Ben's direction, but Ms. Rocky Mountains decides to continue the interview.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: We saw earlier tonight that you signed the contract with Simon Jones, to take on The Nobodies in a match for the SCW Tag Team Championships in SCW, your first title shot in SCW. What was you feeling when you put your name on that contract?
Ben scratches the side of his head, thinking about his answer closely.
Ben: First off, relief. I came to SCW as a guy who won so much in ACW, everyone expected me to go on and win something quickly, everyone thought I could be the one who made waves in SCW and simply, I didn't. I feel I let meself down, I feel I let the fans down. I watched my ACW buddies like Simon, Drake, Guns For Hire and the rest go on and work their bollocks off to earn and win what they did, and I couldn't keep up or catch the eye or whatever. To sign a contract to actually now have at least a chance of a title shot came as a bit of a relief to me. Means I'm getting noticed a bit.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is there any nerves running through you about it?
Ben: I wouldn't say nerves as such. There's defo a bit of pressure around, cause this ain't only my first shot at anything, it ain't all about me. This is about helping a mate get his dream too by helping him get the gold he wants. No one's worked harder in this game to be known as a champion more than Jonesy. If it wasn't for his advice through ACW, I'd be nowhere right now, so this is my way of thanking him for all the helpful stuff he's done for me.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's nice. You'll be facing two men you know very well.
A smile creeps over Ben's face as he nods slowly.
Ben: Very well, which is a blessing and a curse really. When Connor and I was in the New XTremes together, we faced each other more than once. It was a Spike Staggs philosophy for us to know each other that well. Didn't matter how pissed up we got the night before, every day was a day to improve, get in the ring and beat on each other. That's what we did, Connor knows me as much as I know him in the ring and Tim, he was always about. The fella was scouting me for a couple of years, long before this match was a twinkle in anyone's eye. He knows what I can do, so I'm playing catch up with him a little bit but I'm looking forward to it.
Ben winks at Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: This is a chance for you to not only become a Tag Team Champion but the World Championship will also be up for grabs if people want to enter it. Will you be entering it?
Ben purses his lips together, letting the air escape from his lungs and through his lips. He looks towards Sam, who has seemingly come back to reality, looking at Ben also for and answer. He looks back towards Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ben: I'll give it a crack. I'll have a go but let's be honest, chances of me walking out with a pair of titles at the end of the night is pretty low. It's a prize everyone has their eyes on. Every man and his dog wants that title, so every man and his dog is gonna be working their nuts off for it. Everyone will bring it all, but I know I'll be focused on going for what I set out to do and get me mits on another piece of gold.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: But what if you do win it? With the rules of no person should hold two titles in SCW, what would happen should you become both the Tag Team Champion and World Champion in one night.
Ben smiles and replies quickly without hesitation.
Ben: Then I'll walk out on the first episode of Climax Control after My Bloody Valentine II, bring Christian Underwood to the ring, tell him to book the two most worthy people in a match and the winner will become the new World Champion.
Both Sam and Ms. Rocky Mountains look at Ben with surprised looks, Ben just casually shrugs his shoulders at them both.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You'd give up the top prize in our game, just like that?
Ben: Abso-bloody-lutely. Would give them up in a heart beat, not even a second thought would enter my mind.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why? When you know everyone wants that title?
Ben: You've been around here long enough to know that this whole sport in general is full of arseholes looking out for themselves. People who wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire. Feel free to edit out me French there, but it is part of what happens. Every place is full of egos and people who think it's their God given right to be handed something that they don't deserve. I mean look at these people who show up and instantly demand title shots and stuff without earning it or even having a match. I got something already that these people don't have and that is seriously a nightmare to find in this game.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What's that?
Ben: Trust and loyalty. I trust Jonesy with my life, and I'm as loyal as you can be. I'll go for the World title, but if I take the Tag Team titles before that, my loyalty lies here with Jonesy and eventually being known as the greatest Tag Team Champions that SCW has ever seen, that's me real goal. There'll always be another time for the top prize, but my minces are firmly glued on being one of the greatest tag champs the world has ever seen.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So you'd give up the title that easy?
Again, Ben replies without hesitation.
Ben: That easy. I'm all about the tag gold, all about flying the flags for the Brits, all about making myself known in the tag division.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Most people here would sell their own mothers for that title.
Ben: And that my dear Rocky, is why I'm loyal when so many ain't. Plus I love me mother, so couldn't sell her anyways.
Ben smiles at Rocky with a wide grin.
Ben: Ain't just saying that because I know she watches everything I do.
Ben quickly turns to the camera, with a thumbs up.
Ben: Alright mum?
Ben turns back to Rocky.
Ben: Loyalty costs bugger all sweetheart, but it's a priceless thing to have. I'll give it a good go for the fans, but heart lies elsewhere. That's all there with the old tag gold, cause that's something I wanna make famous again with me mate.
Ben looks up, looking across and seeing Christian Underwood waving towards him off camera, beckoning him towards him. Ben looks at Rocky.
Ben: Looks like the boss man over there wants to see me and have a good old chin wag with me.
Ben turns his head, looking down at Sam Marlowe.
Ben: Right, you back with us now you've got out of being lost in your own mind?
Sam looks at Ben, firing a nod in his direction.
Ben: Right, good, I'm gonna go have a natter with the boss man over there.
He quickly turns his head to look at Rocky.
Ben: I think she's lucid enough now for you to ask what ya wanna ask about her shot but it's not good form to keep the boss man from waiting.
Ben puts a finger up towards Christian and quickly looks at Sam.
Ben: Right, you do your thing here, gonna have to get used to this on the spot talking when ya the champ, I'm gonna go talk to Christian. That drink still waits should no dragons appear.
Ben winks at Sam and turns away, walking off camera.
Now head back to Sam's to rewatch the conclusion....
Tuesday 9th February.
A rented house in East London, England is where we start today and an over excited Ben Jordan jumps around the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan quickly from a cupboard and putting it on a stove. From a nearby doorway, travelling buddy Melody Grace looks at Ben, scratching her head as the jovial Englishman picks up a small jug nearby.
Ben: Seriously, sod Valentine's Day, this has to be head and shoulders above that malarky.
Melody: Someone's in a happy mood.
Ben jumps in the air spinning around and holding his chest as he exhales.
Ben: Bloody hell, I know ya like a tiny ninja there Hollow Legs, but damn, nearly gave me a connery. If it was possible, I coulda jumped right out me skin.
Melody pokes her bottom lip out, looking at Ben.
Ben: All good treacle, well will be when me ticker slows down and I get back to this glorious day.
Melody moves in to the kitchen, looking out a small kitchen window and moving her fingers through her head.
Melody: What's so glorious about the rain?
Ben tilts his head towards Melody across the kitchen.
Ben: you'll appreciate the rain when ya sitting there in the snow in Norway in a day or two. The rain ain't so bad, ya kinda get used to it after a while. Besides girl, it ain't about the rain, it's about what day it is today. It's about the day.
Melody looks towards Ben with confusion.
Melody: Is it your birthday?
Ben: Nah, not me birthday, don't think anyone really knows when that thing is.
Ben looks at the camera and shrugs his shoulders, before turning back and looking at Melody with a cheesy grin.
Ben: It's paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnncaaaaaaaaaaaake day!
Ben clenches his fists in front of him and starts rocking his shoulders in something that can only be described as his happy dance. Melody lowers her eyebrows and pushes her lips together, slowly shaking her head as Ben spins around three hundred and sixty degrees and points towards a frying pan. Melody shakes her head faster as Ben turns to her.
Ben: It's like the greatest day ever.
Melody: If you say so Benny.
Ben: I do. I mean if I can host my own show cooking nothing but pancakes, I would so do it.
Ben rubs his chin as a smile crosses his face.
Ben: Ya know what Mel? That ain't a bad idea.
Ben clicks his fingers and the whole scene changes. A long white counter with a built in sink and cooker reflect the high powered studio lights above it. Ingredients line across a work surface, a crowd of people sit in front of the set, eagerly awaiting what's next. Ben Jordan stands behind the counter next to a really confused looking Melody Grace. Ben is wearing a white chef jacket, while Melody wears a white apron. She looks at Ben through narrowed eyes.
Melody: What just happened?
Ben: Don't worry darling, just go with it.
Melody: How did you do all this?
Ben casually shrugs his shoulders.
Ben: It just happens from time to time. I think about things, I click me fingers and crazy stuff happens. It's all part of me charm and mystery.
The man behind a camera holds up five fingers.
Ben: Get ready Mel Mel, you're about to make a cooking show debut.
Melody looks at Ben with her mouth opened as the man starts counting down, dropping his fingers from four, to three, to two, to one. He points at Ben as a cheesy, yet bouncy jingle starts to play. The jingle comes to a stop and the camera focuses on Ben.
Ben: Hello and welcome to...
Ben looks above his head to see a lit up sign with a name across it. He quickly looks back to the camera.
Ben: Cooking With The Cockney.... I like it! Anyways, I'm your host, Ben Jordan as always here with my lovely assistant, Melody Grace!
The audience clap and cheer as Melody slowly waves towards them.
Ben: Today is that great British day, pancake day! It's one of me fave times of the year. Now ya know that most people get a bit boring with the ol' pancakes, bit of sugar and lemon and that's it, but that ain't how it should work. Pancakes should be a bit like me, fun and fruity.
The audience laugh as Ben winks and turns to Melody.
Ben: We should get making these bad boys, don't ya think?
Melody doesn't say anything but nods.
Ben: Right me lovely assistant, time to make the pancake batter, so could you pass me a couple of eggs.
Melody picks up two eggs while Ben picks up a bowl of flour.
Ben: Right people, nothing special about this flour, just ya run of the mill plain flour, about hundred grams, sorted. Wanna break in those eggs darling?
Melody cracks in two eggs in to the bowl of flour and Ben picks up a nearby whisk as he looks at Melody.
Ben: You've done that before, expert level egg cracker.
Melody: Thrown a couple at my ex more than once.
The crowd laugh as Ben points his head down towards a jug of milk. Melody nods and picks it up.
Ben: Whack in about 300ml of semi skimmed milk, and a tablespoon of oil.
Melody pours the milk in and quickly picks up a bottle of oil and pours a small amount in. Ben reaches down and puts his hand in a salt pot and takes a pinch of salt and putting it in the bowl.
Ben: Now this is the part where I can use it as an excuse not to hit the gym. This is where I get the muscles from people, whipping this stuff up.
Ben starts to whisk together the ingredients, whisking hard and fast to combine the lot. After a few seconds, Ben stops and looks down in the bowl.
Ben: This is what we're looking for people. Smoother than me after six pints. Now I know people say leave it for a bit in the fridge but nah, nuts to that, old wives tale and I am neither old nor a wife, so we don't have listen to that stuff.
Ben moves over towards to a frying pan, putting in just a splash of oil and uses a paper towel to move the oil around the pan.
Ben: Ya wanna do that cause when it comes to flipping these bad boys, ya don't want them stuck to the pan cause that would be a disaster.
Ben puts the pan down on the heat and picks up the bowl.
Ben: This is where the fun stuff starts for me. Thirty seconds either side people, that's all ya really need on this bad boys.
He pours the batter in to the pan, creating a sizzle. Ben rubs his hands together in anticipation.
Ben: You people at home, I know you can't smell this but it's amazing. We're getting up to me fave part, something I'm good at apparently. Been called a big tosser all me life and had a lot of practice with me wrist lately.
Ben winks and takes the pan by the handle and jerking the pan upwards, but the pancake flies in the air, disappearing from view and causing the audience to laugh. Ben awkwardly looks up at the lights.
Ben: Don't know me own strength at times. Moving on...
Ben pours more batter in to the pan as looks towards Melody with a grin. Melody sensing what's about to happen, shakes her head.
Ben: I think being as me pancake is now currently looking on the lights up there, I think maybe we should get Melody to toss the next one.
Melody shakes her head but the crowd cheer and clap. Melody slowly walks down towards the pan and puts her hand on the handle.
Ben: I would give ya some advice on how to do this, but I'm rubbish at it. Good luck Mel Mel.
Melody flips the pan, the pancake flipping over and landing perfectly in the pan. The crowd clap and cheer Melody as Ben looks on impressed.
Ben: Looks like we brought in a ringer here.
Ben tilts his head towards Melody and quickly grabs a jar of Nutella nearby and popping off the cap and taking a spoonful and putting it on the middle of the pancake.
Ben: I know people spread it afterwards usually, but ya know pancakes fall apart at that point. Whacking it right there in the middle let's the heat go through, soften it up and makes it a ton easier to spread.
Ben picks up the pan and slides the pancake on a nearby plate and spreads the Nutella easily across the pancake.
Ben: Told ya people, it's a lot easier. Now we top this thing off with chopped hazelnuts and fresh strawberries.
Ben points to Melody who sprinkles the plate with chopped hazelnuts and reaches for the fresh strawberries, putting the all over the plate and pancake.
Ben: And there people, you have one of the best things you could ever have on a day like today. You will never go back to lemon and sugar again.
Ben smiles at the camera.
Ben: That's it for this little segment of Cooking With The Cockney. For Melody Grace and meself, we'll catch ya later.
Ben clicks his fingers and he and Melody appear back in the rented houses kitchen. Melody looks at Ben, her eyes wide.
Melody: You so gotta teach me how to do that!
Ben smiles at Melody as the scene fades
Friday 12th February
California State University, Long Beach, California.
Crowds of people hustle through a hall, decked out in SCW banners hanging from the brickwork. Stalls set up all around selling various merchandise from SCW stars line another wall to the side. The cameras move around to see people carrying various purchased items carrying the SCW logo. Not an uncommon site to see when SCW is in town, meet and greets are a regular supercard occurrence. The camera moves around to see a row of people lining up in front of a table. Behind the table, Ben Jordan sits as rows of fans queue up. Ben looks down the camera.
Ben: I don't actually mind these things, actually a ton of fun for me to sit and be a part of. I know a few people behind the curtain so to speak ain't big fans of this kinda thing, like Lord Raab who is exactly the geezer you see on TV, emotionless and doesn't give a toss because he is uncomfortable around people, or people like Mikah, who really just don't like people, or Alexis Edwards, who really does bite when she's angry, but me, I get a proper kick outta these things.
Ben signs a picture for a fan as she passes through, before moving on to Stoner Scott Oliver, who is seated to Ben's left.
Ben: Even the people who stay out the ring don't mind being here for the fans because we know you're a bread and butter, so thanks to you all. It's why I really go out of me way to sit there and try and get you lovely people involved in what we do. It's why I work me Jacobs off to get you guys interested in me matches. We know we have to sell it to you, but let's be honest people, I don't have to work too hard to sell this one on you because you already know it's gonna be a proper cracker.
Ben looks at a young girl, early teens holding her phone with the camera flash on. Ben stands and leans over the table, smiling as the young girl takes a selfie. She throws her arms around Ben, who taps her on the back, before sitting back down and looking down the camera again.
Ben: See that smile I just got from her, it's what we're all about, or should be.
Ben looks up once more, signing another picture of himself and handing it to the next person as she takes a picture of him. He quickly turns his head to the camera on his left again.
Ben: Oh, don't think I'm being rude or anything, they can all get pics with me this afternoon, like I said, I like being here so my aris is here all day and I'll be standing over there in a bit with a grin and meeting these lovely people. Anyway, I should be talking about me match, selling it on you guys, but come on, let's be proper up front, who doesn't wanna see this match?
Ben smiles as he signs another autograph, giving a man in his early twenties a quick sharp nod, before returning his gaze back to the camera.
Ben: It's been rumoured that this guy might step up and be Jonesy's partner since Jonesy made it clear he wanted the tag titles. People saw it as a natural pairing, people saw I have a little good history with the champions, match made in heaven and everyone wants to see it. The thought of it gets me a little excited. I get to face a fella I grew with in wrestling, and a fella that calls me Uncle Ben.
Ben hears his name called by a group not in the queue and gives them a quick wave and thumbs up before continuing.
Ben: I look at Connor and there's not a doubt in me nogging at all that this bloke can proper bang with his fists, that he could stand and knock people clean out of their boots if he really wants to. I know he gets a decent kick out of pain, both giving pain and getting a whack himself. I know this geezer will fight till there's no breath in his body. I'm under bugger all illusions that getting in the ring with Connor will be no easy task, I mean he's coming off a huge win against Raab and Samuel, and as weird and very disturbing as those two really are, they both know what they're doing in the ring. They both push people to their limits. Not only did they do that to Connor and to Tim, The Nobodies came out with a huge arse win, you can not deny that don't mean a thing.
Ben smiles at the next in line, quickly signing an three pictures of himself and handing them to a mother and her two boy children. Ben fires his trademark smile at the women and turns back to the camera as she moves along the line.
Ben: Connor was on proper form there. I mean you look across the ring at those two in their scary mask things, and you will always feel your April go a little bit, because they do have that aura of nutcaseness about them, they do give you the willies, but Connor never flinched, he proved himself a fighting champion and never backed down. I know we are old friends, but I'd be out of me box to think that means anything in this one. He ain't gonna look across the ring at me as Ben Jordan, former stable mate, former drinking partner, bloke who has shared countless hangovers with him. He's gonna see me as a threat trying to take hold of what he wants to keep the most and in honesty, he should see me that way, cause Connor mate, I'm seeing you the same way. As a geezer holding what I want more than anything in the world.
Ben quickly signs another picture of himself, handing it to the recipient, a young boy with bright blue eyes.
Ben: Those eyes are gonna get ya everywhere kiddo, the ladies will love 'em.
The young boy looks up at his mother with a beaming face before moving down the line, as Ben looks back at the camera.
Ben: That's the face I want when I get some gold in my hand. Absolutely beaming son, but I know you ain't giving that belt up without a fight. That's what I plan on bringing to you Connor, bringing ya the fight. I know you wouldn't want it any other way son, so I'm gonna make sure you're not gonna get it any other way.
Ben smiles as he turns to the next person, a balding man with a ponytail and T-shirt looking way too small. Ben signs his name on a picture and hands it to the guy who grins widely at Ben before moving along the line. Ben turns back to the camera.
Ben: A fan is a fan, ya know? It's where we all start and it's where me mate Timmy was not too long ago. Mate, you've come a long way in such a short time Tim. I'm seriously proud of ya pal, really and truly am. I'm proper glad you've come and got ya dreams to follow in ya families footsteps and someday, you'll be better than they are. I know they won't even be grumps about me saying that because they know you are gonna be that good and they too will be proper proud of you for doing it. This is where I'm conflicted Tim. This is where me nut is racing about five thousand miles an hour just thinking about it. I always wanted you to do well, to be better than anyone in this game, you're a great kid and all, but the thing that gets me is I'm also the fella that wants to take away ya title.
Ben grins at the next set of people, a family of four, parents, a young boy and a young girl.
Ben: Put 'em up on the table, get a pic before the crowds gather later.
The parents nod in agreement and lift the children on to the table. Ben moves in between them as both parents quickly takes pictures from their camera phones. Their parents help them off the table and Ben signs two pictures of himself and hands them to the children. They move along and Ben looks back at the camera.
Ben: This makes it tough for me Tim, really tough because I don't wanna be the first guy to take a title off you, I don't wanna be the first guy that makes you feel that way. Thing is mate, I've worked hard as hell to get to where am and to get this chance to grab hold of that gold, I've worked like crazy to even be where I am today. I don't wanna take it from ya, but ya understand it's what we're in this business to do. I know somewhere deep down, you'll understand why I gotta give it my all. Everyone in this match I have a connection to one way or another, so I hope you understand Tim, that I'll be doing this one as much for my partner, as I am for myself. I gotta give it my all mate, or I can no longer be justified in what I am.
Ben looks at the next in line, a middle aged woman. He grabs a nearby picture of himself to sign and hands it to her with a nod and smile. He turns back to the camera as she passes.
Ben: I know that I've pretty much said I'm gonna be in the World Title match too, someone's gotta help make up the numbers, but the draw of being World Champion, if only for a couple of weeks, is something that is tough to pass up. I stand by what I've said that I will give it up but to be a champ at that level for a couple of weeks, it's tempting, so if I am lucky enough to get through each and every person who draws a number, if I am lucky enough to get that far, it's not gonna matter how much Connor beats me, no matter how much Tim beats me, I will give it my absolute last drop of energy to push through and give people exactly what they wanna see.
Ben stands up and points around the crowd, a more seriously look on his face.
Ben: If these people are still cheering me on, pushing me through it after going through a war to try and get the Tag Team Championship belts away from the hottest team in SCW right now, hottest team there has been for a while. If they're cheering my name and willing me to win, if they're screaming out for me and wanting me to walk out a double champion, for these people.
Ben talks louder, his hand moving around the fans.
Ben: If these people think I'm good enough to be their champion, if only for a couple of weeks, then that is what the people get!
A cheer from the crowd around Ben brings a smile to his face.
Ben: This is what it's all about, a champion that wants to be their champion, not someone like Raab who is so narrow minded, you wouldn't believe it, not someone like J2H, Steve Ramone or Travis Nathaniel Andrews, who has their heads up their own jacksy, not someone who's been back for five minutes, or someone that want it's to put another title on his resume like Sean Jackson. You need a champion you can be proud of that won't mess ya about and as long as you're cheering and I'm still breathing, then I'll still be fighting. I'd still be giving it all I got to give them what they want.
Ben turns to the side, looking down the camera with the fans on his right hand side.
Ben: So there you have it, if these people want it and it looks like they really do wanna see me have a crack at a pair of titles, then these people will see that. SCW, you can considering me hat thrown right in that ring, and people I will promise you to give you the show of ya life.
Ben points at the camera.
Ben: Now I'd love to stay and yack a bit more with you people on the other side of that camera, but I gotta go hang out with these lovely people here, take some pictures, but if I'm anywhere near you people watching at home, I got some grins for you too.
Ben winks at the camera.
Ben: Laters people.
He raises a hand to the camera before turning around to the crowd in front of him and the scene fades out.