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 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 black t-shirt, on the front of which seems to be a logo that almost looks military in design, the centre of which shows a dinosaur skull and crossed bones just beneath it. The words ‘LIZARD CLUB’ are flanked by chevrons above and two rows of bullets sit either side of the crossed bones below. Smirking, Jason looks down and grabs the hem of his tee to look at the imagine before looking back into the camera and laughs a little. With a wry smile, he winks before letting go of the material so it can fall back against his stomach again and he brings a hand up to rub at the stubble on his face as a date stamp appears in the bottom left hand side of the screen reading [01.08.2018]. Lowering his hand, he throws his arms out in a welcoming gesture to the people watching at home, his fingers then forming the two sweet gesture ever so briefly before the arms fall again and he casually welcomes people to the start of the video in his own special little way like normal. “Sup ass-clowns!” he says with a grin, a genuine smile that makes its way right to the eyes which twinkle brightly as he slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans and continues to talk. “So, here we are, a new year and a fresh start for many, right? Did you count up how many people on your Facebook timeline or other social media who made some sort of ‘new year new me’ bullshit status? Or a ‘this is gonna be my year’ claim even? I almost wanted to turn it into a drinking game, but I realized that if I used twitter for it, I’d probably be in the E.R having my stomach pumped within the first couple hours and ultimately didn’t bother… and hey, who am I to criticize anyway, if people want to be fucking morons who post pointless idiomatic expressions to make themselves feel better about the fact they have another shitty year ahead that they’ll have to drag their asinine lives through in order to make it to the next opportunity to claim the new year is gonna be theres! Me? I was pretty fucking happy with how twenty seventeen worked out, all things considered; I made my big return to the business after eleven years in obscurity, I reconnected with certain people or met others that are now a major part of my life, I caused a stir week in week out and fucked around with people that wished they’d never even heard the name Jason Helms, I made some fantastic business connections and delivered some phenomenal official merchandise… as you can no doubt see from this wonderful work of art currently covering my torso as I film this video, which goes on sale Wednesday night for anyone wondering,” he says with a cheeky little wink, barely pausing as he continues to speak. “Basically, I can’t think of much that went wrong for me last year, all things considered… okay, so the open invitational at the End of Year Special could have ended better if you want to be picky. I never expected you fucking morons to vote for me anyway so it wasn’t like I was going to be getting the World title shot or any of those awards but I’m not looking for the ego rub from you fucks anyway, so it’s not like that matters! As for the invitational… meh, I can live with not winning that too. It’s not a matter of ‘if’ I become Adrenaline champion, it’s a matter of when. Losing out in that rumble ultimately just makes the chase a little more interesting for me as I get to see where the journey takes me next… though unfortunately, while Ace Marshall may have handed me an opportunity I’m already convinced I deserved beforehand, it seems my chase is going to be a little longer than I planned thanks to another Trio’s contract cash in from a selfish ass-hat by the name of Gable Winchester who thinks he deserves to have a title shot, whereas in reality the rest of us are sat here wondering why the fuck he still calls himself the Man Of Win, given how infrequently he does that anymore!”

Jason chuckles to himself a little, a mischievous smirk sitting on his face momentarily before he coughs to clear his throat so he can go on speaking. “I guess you can chalk last Breakdown up on the list of things that didn’t quite go my way too, thinking about it,” he says, nodding his head slowly for a moment, pausing for effect before opening his mouth to continue. “First Giovanni Aries comes out to attack me in the middle of a deadly serious discussion aimed at my sister-in-law’s darling brother Dylan Howell, and then Gable sticks his big nose into the proceedings and announces he’s cutting his way to the front of the line with that Trio’s contract of his, and then to round the abysmal night out in great fashion, Gio goes ahead and attacks my nephew AJ because he happens to share the same surname as me, because I’m now one of the Lizard King’s assassins according to the batshit crazy Commander In Chief of Wonderland in another one of his drug-addled paranoid episodes! Which gives me an idea…” he says, looking up and away from the camera as if deep in thought about something before the scene fades to then cut in and we find ourselves in an entirely different location. We’re outside of a building somewhere that looks to be a home, presumably Jason’s, and as we take in the scene before us, we see what is definitely AJ Helms looking slightly annoyed as he stands wearing some sort of period costume, that of a civil war era soldier complete with costume of props like a sabre and fake musket. His face couldn’t make it more obvious that he doesn’t want to be there and it’s safe to assume that he was talked into this as the camera then starts to pan up to show the balcony above where AJ stands, and perched on the railing in full Assassin’s Creed costume with the hood up so that it covers part of his face is Jason. He looks down at AJ and flicks his wrist theatrically so that the blade of the hidden blade toy he’s wearing slides out of the mechanism and with that he pushes off from the balcony with his other hand and drops down towards AJ below. The camera pans down to show Jason landing slightly behind AJ and as he lands, Jason takes AJ down with the toy blade in the square of his back, AJ collapsing to the floor as if he’s now dead. Jason, down on one knee, his hand still pressed against AJ’s back as if the blade is buried in the skin, tilts his head up and looks at the camera with a grave expression on his face as he utters the most famous line from the creed of the Assassins Brotherhood. “Nothing is true… everything is permitted…” he says, before suddenly leaping up and rushing off out of shot, leaving AJ sprawled on the floor. After a second, AJ tilts his head up in the direction that Jason ran off in and with a frown on his face he sighs before the scene fades and cuts back to Jason in his office again. Still looking up and away from the camera, he eventually shakes his head theatrically as if shaking a vision from his head before turning back to look at the camera, only a hint of a smirk on his face as he continues to talk.

“First off… can someone get Giovanni Aries some fucking help? Because I’m starting to think he needs it more than a guy like my good friend Dylan ever could, and that’s saying something given how badly most of you have said he needs it for the last year or so!” he says, nodding his head to support his point. “Seriously, get him the help he needs… because I’m not saying I didn’t find it fucking hilarious when it happened, but the board sent Amy Chastaine to rehab for getting drunk in her own free time last year, and as we saw at the End of Year Special, the board aren’t letting Sophie James compete yet because they want to make sure she is clean like she claims to be… so what the actual fuck is going on with Aries, huh?! Far be it from me to judge anyone’s lifestyle, but come on guys, let’s show some fucking consistency in how we deal with substance abuse, huh?! You’re the one’s running the asylum, least you can do is make sure you’re singing off of the same damn hymn sheet! But more importantly… can someone remind me what the fine and suspension details are for delivering a piledriver now that the move is banned? Because it may be worth it just to get some revenge of that ass-clown for the way he attacked me and my nephew last week! And don’t get me started on Gable and his B.S with that Trio’s contract; yeah, I get the fact that he’s well within his rights to do what he did, but what part of my personality gave you the idea that I wasn’t a selfish arrogant asshole, huh?! I’ve earned a shot at the Adrenaline championship! I beat the former number one contender, hell I even beat the guy who currently holds the title not long before that… so yeah, you could very well say that I’m more than a little aggravated by the fact that Winchester pushed into the front of the line with that contract of his and you can bet your last fucking dollar that I plan to show him the error of his ways on Wednesday when we’re in that ring together in this five way clusterfuck that we’re both a part of!” he says, glaring into the camera for a moment before slipping his hands back into the pockets of his jeans as he starts to pace, aiding his thinking as he continues to speak without looking into the camera. “See, this match was booked before the last Breakdown hit the airwaves, so you’ll no doubt find it easier to forgive me when I say that I had a hunch that maybe this was about the Adrenaline title rankings and who should be the next contender to belt; it’s not much of a stretch to reach that conclusion when you think about the people in this thing, is it? Raynes and Raine both entered the invitational, Raine was the previous number one contender to the title back at The Future Is Now too… and T-T-Tyler, he’s in a team called Adrenaline Rush, that writes its self, doesn’t it? As for Gable… well, obviously the booking committee were well aware of what he wanted to cash that little contract of his in on when they booked this thing, so again, self-explanatory, and me? Well, that’s obvious to anyone who isn’t a fucking moron, but maybe I should point out  a fucking moron, but maybe I should point out yet again that I’ve been gunning for the Addy title for a while now because I know some of you ass-clowns at home are a bit slow on the uptake, so hopefully that all makes sense for you pissants now…”

“…but knowing that Gable has cashed in his trio’s contract for a shot at the title, that makes things just a bit more interesting for the rest of us, doesn’t it?” he asks as he comes back to the approximate spot where he stood at the start of the video and turns back to face the camera again. “Think about this for a minute guys, try and engage those balls of grey matter inside your head for a moment; Gable is going to the pay per view with a guaranteed match against Dylan, he’s heading there that it doesn’t matter what happens between now and Learning From History, because he gets his shot no matter what… the rest of us? Well, any one of us four that don’t have that guaranteed match, we gain amazing footing if we can beat Gable this week on Breakdown… not that beating him is probably going to mean a damn thing anyway, given my own experience. Seriously, wins over Raine and Howell didn’t mean a fucking thing for me, I’m still where I am, so I can’t see this being any different, but you’ve got to look on the bright side, you know? And that’s the plan… look on the bright side, concentrate on getting the job done and then force my way into that top spot right behind Gable and his shiny signed and sealed contract! I don’t care how much Rayne’s thinks he’s owed, I don’t care if Sam Raine thinks it’s going to be third time’s a charm and I don’t give a fuck about T-T-Tyler saying he wants this more than any of us, the fact is I’m not taking no for an answer… not just because my surname is Helms, but simply because I really am that damn good and I don’t play on letting the board keep me held back any longer!” he says, glaring into the camera and shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter what I think about Adrenaline Rush or Tyler Tucker, it doesn’t matter what I think about Andrew Raynes deciding this is the division for him or whether I want to see the Split Chick split in half by a sword. I don’t give a damn about Tyler’s reason’s for why I suck or Andrew’s reasons for why he’s the second coming of Chad. I don’t care about Gable wanting to put his marker down and show he deserves to jump the queue, I only give a damn about yours truly and this Wednesday night I’ll show each and every one of you that fact by beating Andrew Raynes, Gable Winchester, Same Raine and Tyler Tucker to cement my position in this division, just as I should have done when I beat Raine and Howell leading into and at The Future Is Now! So go ahead Andrew, tell us all that there’s a storm brewing that will wash away everyone but you like you’re fucking Poseidon himself reincarnate. Tell us you’re entire career here in SCW has been an injustice and keep bleating about all the things you’re going to do… doesn’t matter. And you Gable… you go ahead and smile that nice big smile filled with pearly whites, you go ahead and beam over the fact that you got one over on me and the rest of the division with that contract, I hope it brings you eternal happiness bro, I do. It’ll be short lived, even if you do win the belt, I can guarantee that. Sam Raine can continue putting herself on a pedestal, tell the world she’s this that or the other, she can keep being the split chick with the bitch switch rather than the short bitch with the shit switch like I know she is… and as for Tyler? Hey bro. Been great, thanks for asking. Yep, still think you’re an annoying cunt, yep still hate your team, but no… I acknowledge your victory over Gio and me. Can’t exactly hide the fact that you managed to take advantage of a situation you were gifted, can I? Gio knocking me off the apron gave you an opportunity and you took it. Just like I took every opportunity to score victory’s over Adrenaline Rush myself since I came here. I’d say I’m still slightly in the lead at this point, but you go dude, you enjoy that one result. Hope it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, I really do!”

Jason smirks broadly into the camera again, going as far as to chuckle to himself slightly before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the camera before him, ready to finish the video. “But while certain stuttering little ass-hats think I’m nothing more than a chump with name value, let me remind you that my record in this company is still practically flawless for the most part, and while the clusterfuck of an invitational and aforementioned tag match where Gia screwed the pooch are outliers in an otherwise perfect breakdown of results, I’ve lost one legitimate match since I debuted in May last year. One match in around eight months… some people like Tyler’s buddy Konrad lose more than that in one week, though it’s easy to understand how when he wrestles in about a billion companies and sucks in practically all of them, but that’s not the point. My point is that while people can run me down about my attitude, my arrogance, my ego, my demand for respect… nobody can run me down for not being good enough inside of a wrestling ring, because I’ve proven that time after time! The only person to have pinned me in singles action is a Former World Heavyweight and current World Tag Team champion! Kennedy Street is the only person that has actually beaten me in a match that wasn’t a clusterfuck. The only other loss, as Tyler rightly pointed out, was the tag match where my own partner attacked me before getting his ass kicked and even then, it wasn’t me that lost,” he says, shaking his head, managing a small smirk with it. “And that’s the difference between how some of you fucks perceive me and my comments about the name; I don’t demand respect because I’m a Helms, I deserve it. I earn it by continuing to win matches and prove myself in ways some people in this company can only dream about! I have a record so far that others would kill for, and that’s why I keep telling people to show me the respect I deserve! I made it further in that invitational than anyone else in this match, some of you didn’t even enter it because you didn’t have what it takes… and after Wednesday night, I get another step closer to becoming Adrenaline champion and the rest of you can make mistakes for why you let an ‘arrogant asshole who doesn’t deserve respect’ win this match! It really is All About The Name… but if you want to ignore that, then how about you just call me ‘Winner’ instead?” he finishes with a smirk, 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.