We click play on the video and as we do, a small loading icon appears in the middle of the blank screen, turning slowly as the video buffers for a moment before fading and the video begins to play. And now that it's playing, the first thing we see is none other than Supreme Championship Wrestling star and member of the Helms Dynasty himself, Jason Helms, standing in what we now know to be a room inside of his Mullholland Drive home in the Hollywood hills. He stands in the middle of the shot wearing dark blue jeans and a t-shirt that looks very similar to the new B.A.E t-shirt now available on the SCW merchandise store, but with a few very important differences. Instead of pictures of Amy Chastaine and Kennedy Street, it has a photo of Jason in the place of Amy and his wife Aniya in the place of Kennedy, striking the very same poses as in the official version. And while the team name “B.A.E” is still visible, the word “BOO” has been added over the top in a faux spray paint font. Jason, looking down and grabbing the hem of his tee to look at the imagine, looks back into the camera and smirks slightly before letting go of the material so it can fall back against his stomach again. He brings a hand up to rub at the stubble on his face and a date stamp appears in the bottom left hand side of the screen reading [27.11.2017] as he lowers his hand and throws his arms out in a welcoming gesture to the people watching at home before he begins to speak. “Sup ass-clowns!” he says with a huge grin on his face, taking a mock bow before straightening up once again and slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans, cocking his head to one side as he continues speaking. “Like the shirt? I dunno how I get these wonderful fucking ideas for my merchandise, I really don’t… only this one is a sneak peek for now, I’m only wearing the prototype mock up. My boy Leviticus has to iron out the details with SCW’s merchandise department before we can get this ready in time for The Future Is Now, a limited printing available only in Salt Lake City! Good assholes in attendance can buy it and wear it proudly, hopefully the first of many in the ‘homage’ series of t-shirts featuring yours truly, Jason F’n Helms! And if it doesn’t get approval, then maybe I’ll auction this one off for charity and donate the proceeds to Amy’s new women’s shelter… can’t say fairer than that, right?” he asks with a wink, almost coming across as charming with the smarmy before he straightens up and gets back to business. “But that’s not why I’m actually here, is it? Nah, I’m not here to peddle my genius merchandise designs, I’m here because finally I’m going to make my way onto a show after a relatively quiet couple of weeks in the world of Supreme Championship Wrestling and its days of our lives melodramatic bullshit. Should I have said that? Maybe not… I mean, I’m supposed to push the product at every turn, right? I’m supposed to sell how amazing this company is and basically stick my nose right up the ass crack of the board who bring the show to your yard to enjoy… but does that sound like me what so fucking ever, huh?! To tell you the truth, I guess most of that melodrama doesn’t actually take place on shows, because it’s reserved for social media which people love to use in order to overreact in the most delightful of ways… but to each their own, right? I mean, I mostly use social media to troll people and have some fun in doing so, but who am I to judge others for the way they reach out to you pissants at home? Wait… no, that’s not right, is it? I’m a judgemental asshole, of course it’s my place to judge!”

Jason shakes his head in shame, all be it with small chuckle as he does so before shrugging his shoulders. “I could wax poetic about how fucking asinine the SCW twitter feed gets at times, or how laughable – in a bad way – it can be when soap boxes, pedastals and high horses are brought out of storage for a few minutes… but you know what? I’m not wasting my breath. I’m really not going to waste time with it, because for the most part I actually couldn’t give a fuck, much like I couldn’t give a rats ass about most of what people say or do on the shows either… all I actually care about is the fact that I haven’t been raising any hell myself recently, which is why I’m excited about being booked on Wednesday and on Sunday, because who doesn’t love the opportunity to grab as much screen time as possible? I mean, I am a Helms, for the gods’ sake! Haven’t I been drilling that home since I arrived here, that it’s all about the name?! Wake up!” he says with a hint of annoyance, shaking his head sadly for a moment before continuing to speak into the camera. “It’s been a strange few weeks for Jason F’n Helms too, I won’t mind admitting that. I mean, technically you can take things back to Halloween where I got falsely accused of being the douchiest of douches in the world of douchebaggery by knowingly giving an alcoholic beverage to a recovering alcoholic – hi Amy! Like the shirt? – when I clearly had no damn idea what was in the drink! Do I honestly seem like the type of person that would do that kind of thing?” he asks, barely concealing a smirk as he pushes straight on without pause. “And then The Grand Lizard Hunter himself, Giovanni Aries, goes and gets his ass pinned when we’re pushed together in a tag match against Craig Thomas and T-T-Tyler T-Tucker, handing me my second ever loss in the company because he was too fucking distracted at seeing lizards shuffling around at ring side or believing the whole world is secretly out to get him or whatever the fuck his problem is and pushed me off the apron… and then he has the gall to fucking attack me the week after when I ask him what the fuck his problem is! You better believe I’m gonna be watching his match with Sam Raine at The Future Is Now pretty damn closely, because his ass is grass when I do get my hands on him and if he’s still got the Adrenaline Title at that point when even better, because it’ll be me who takes that shit from him! Not for the Lizard King though, whatever the fuck that is, for me… selfish bastards don’t do things on behalf of other people, they do everything to suit their own ends, remember that Gio, if you can ever step out of Wonderland for long enough to string a coherent thought process together!”

Shaking his head in disdain, Jason takes a hand out of his pocket and rubs at the stubble on his chin for a moment before turning his attention back to the camera. “I guess it’s fortunate in a way that I seem to have edged my way into the Adrenaline division by proxy right now though… I mean, I don’t need to point out that my brother Dave was single handedly responsible for rescuing the division some years ago when he became champ and made the belt matter to people again, and it is all about the name after all,” he says, flashing a quick smirk before going on. “But you have to see where I’m coming from with this, right? I’ve teamed with the current champion, when he shit the bed and screwed the pooch in the space of one match… I’ve been in and out of the ring with Adrenaline Rush several times… I’m facing Dylan ‘WHERE IS ADDY’ Howell at The Future Is Now and this week… this week I get to deliver the ultimate embarrassment to the current number one contender to the Adrenaline championship just days before she challenges for the belt at the very same pay per view where I’ll be scoring a victory over #DyHowey! That’s right shit stains, on Wednesday night greatness will enter the ring in order to face Sam Raine… a woman that seems to have been around the business way longer than anyone has any right to be before catching onto their irrelevance, but who am I to judge on that score? I’m not exactly a rookie myself, even if I turned up again after more than a decade in order to get my career back on track, so if Sam Raine wants to continue to try and prove herself in the business then more power to her! But let me be abundantly clear on this… it won’t come at my expense. On Wednesday night, I plan to make it really simple; I plan to go out there and beat Sam Raine in front of all seventeen thousand of you in the building and the millions watching at home to stake my claim as the next challenger for the Adrenaline championship, and if Sam does go on to beat Gio at The Future Is Now, then even better I guess, because beating her right before she wins the belt only cements that claim even further!” he says with a smug grin, barely missing a beat as he continues.

“People seem to think that there’s this all-encompassing law of fairness in this business, which is quite laughable,” he explains, slipping his hands back into his pockets as he starts to walk a little while talking. “They seem to think that the people who behave the best or people who never do wrong will get rewarded for that… I guess it’s a little bit like religion in that sense? The opiates of the masses versus the opiates of professional wrestling. Let me explain, right here and right now in this very production… it’s a load of horse shit! Bad guys win, nice guys finish last, bad things happen to good people and vice versa! Do idiots actually believe that you have to live a good fucking life in order to have things go your way in this business? Look at Jake Starr! Motherfucker just pulled the most arrogant douche bag move of his career and screwed over two of the hottest emerging talents in this business in the process, all to feed his own ego! Brave Jakey boy, bra-fucking-vo!” he says as he pauses, turning to give the slowest, most sarcastic round of applause ever seen right into the lens of the camera. Satisfied he made his point, Jason goes back to pacing in front of the camera as he continues to talk. “I guess I’m starting to drift a little wide of the point now… but Starr’s Trio’s cash in is at least slightly relevant, given his arrogance could have shifted the landscape of the Adrenaline division, which I’m trying to force my way into at present. And that goes to show that what I’m saying is true, because Jake Starr is one of the biggest sack’s of shit this company has ever seen, who would sell his own daughter if he thought it would get him anywhere, and yet he could have walked out of Breakdown last week holding every single title in the company! Fair enough, he didn’t… he walked out with two of them, and the events that did unfold just go to prove I was right on the money about Cruze and his inability to hold up his end of the bargain where the tag titles were concerned. But what if he’d walked out as Adrenaline champion too? What is Jake Starr had gone back to the well and found himself as Adrenaline champion where he built his reputation in this place… would someone like Sam Raine, a seven year plus veteran herself, be able to take him down like she hopes she can Giovanni Aries? I dunno bro, I really don’t. I mean, I hate to shit on her…” he says, smirking at how big a lie that clearly is for someone as big a jackass as him. “But when someone doesn’t even have the ability to stick to the same personality for more than five minutes before flicking a switch, how are you going to get any consistency going on, huh?! Look at me… people can say whatever they want about me being a Jackass or a douche bag. I happily call myself a cunt and take pride in the fact… but for everything you douche bags have to say about me being an asshole, at least I know who I am!”

“Sam Raine, she made a big deal of how people bring up all her damn nicknames or monikers, the chick of a billion nicknames basically… but from what I’ve seen, each and every one of them comes with its own personality that she presents to you guys! Good wrestler or not, how the fuck can she gain any following or momentum if you guys are just starting to route for her when she flips shit upside down or pulls a complete one eighty?!” He asks, shaking his head as he stops pacing and turns to address the camera. “Now me… I think we can all agree that you guys can be united in hate against me, because I make no bones about being a douche. I’m consistently douche-y in fact, which means you know you’ll always get the same from me in every match… and I think I’d do an outstanding job of uniting you guys as one, when wrestling fans are famous for their polarizing opinons, am I right? He asks, smirking once again. “And Sam, she can dress it up as wearing her heart on her damn sleeve if that’s what she wants to do to make herself feel better about being the split chick with bi-polar disorder, but she can’t expect the love and adoration of you morons at home if one minute she’s the girl next door then suddenly she’s a Mrs Bitchy Pants, can she?!” he asks with a shrug before slipping his hands back into his pockets to casually continue. “Now admittedly, she lost me after that when she started talking about D and D, plus sevens and natural twentys, whatever the fuck she was babbling about… as for the shit about kings and queens and dukes and dames, all that crap about royalty, I couldn’t care less. Truth be told, Sam Raine can call herself whatever the hell she wants for all I care, because as far as I’m concerned, the only name that matters is the one I’ve carried since birth: Helms! How many times do I have to drill this point home, huh?! It’s not about catchy nicknames or whatever sweetheart, it’s about simple facts. And the simple fact right now is that while you’re playing here in SCW, while you’re still trying to get your feet under the table and make a statement, I made mine on day one! I made my statement the night I arrived in this place and my winning record speaks for its self now… and on Wednesday Sam, I don’t care if you’re going into Sunday as the number one contender to the Adrenaline title, you’re going into The Future Is Now with a loss and no momentum what so ever, because I’m taking that from you. Just like I’m going to take the Adrenaline title from you too if you walk out of Utah with the belt in your possession. My success… it’s a matter of time; the Helms dynasty demands it, it’s that simple. And so while you can play the name game all you want sweetheart, know this. It really is All About The Name… but the name isn’t one of a few dozen, it’s one that stands alone, stands proud and isn’t afraid to spit truths. That name? Jason Helms. But I didn’t really have to spell that out, did I? See you Wednesday Sam… hopefully I didn’t Raine on your parade too badly,” he finishes with a smirk, actually going as far as to wink into the camera before the video comes to an end, the shot dimming slightly as the replay button appears in the middle of the screen.