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 is a design that is actually something of a throwback to the early stages of his SCW career. The design is a cartoon sheep with black wool, but the face has clearly been drawn to resemble Jason in sheep form. The hair on top of the Jason sheep is curly with blonde streaks and he’s wearing a signature smirk on his sheep-like face. The text above the image, in childish bubble writing simply reads “The Black Sheep of the Family” and the real Jason, a smirk on his face as he does so, looks down at the shirt before looking back up at the camera and still grinning he points at the image and then at his own face. His finger goes back and forth between the two several times before he lowers his hand again and a date stamp appears on the bottom left hand corner of the screen which reads [25.06.18] as he opens his arms in a welcoming gesture towards the camera, finally beginning to speak. “Sup, ass-clowns?” he asks playfully as he lowers his arms again and places his hands into the pockets of his jeans, smiling thoughtfully as he continues to speak. “Like the shirt? I figured it was a particularly fitting one really, kind of a throwback to how I was once seen when I first arrived here, though for entirely different reasons these days, isn’t that just the fucking truth… see, back then I somewhat mockingly called myself the black sheep of the Helms family following my arrival here, I did so because I was a world away from what my big brother and my nephew stood for, from what their whole shtick was. Mr. Morality and Morality Junior, I couldn’t have been any more different if I tried... and okay, maybe me and Regan were two peas from the same pod back then, we both had the same view of the business in general when I first arrived here in SCW... but given she still goes by Regan Street professionally, I figured I was safe with my playful little joke. Which is why it’s kind of fucking hilarious now, given that it seems to be more these days than it ever was back then!” he says, sighing before shrugging his shoulders. “Kids… don’t have sex, it does nothing but cause trouble!” He says mockingly, smirking at the camera before continuing to speak into the lens. “Who’d have thought that laying cable could cause this much fucking drama, huh? See, right now, I should be standing here as Interim United States champion, maybe a little nervous but also excited about what was to come. Right now, whether we’re on the same page or not, you have two members of the same family, both in possession of one version or other, of the same belt. Regan may still be known as a Street around these parts, but that marriage certificate shows she’s a Helms and whether I particularly like her or not right now, you have one Helms as United States champ and another, namely yours truly, as the Interim champion too. One household, one dynasty, one championship... and I should be looking forward to facing my sister-in-law this Wednesday because either way, that main event is going to show the whole world that the Helms name is practically synonymous with success in this business and regardless of who goes forward as champion once the two versions are unified again, a Helms will still be the champ and that should be something for us to take pride in...”

“But shock fucking horror, my darling sister-in-law has found yet another reason to take umbrage with the world and this time it’s me that’s supposedly responsible for her ire... not that I should be shocked, I mean it’s universally accepted at this point that Regan is usually angered by something new on every day that ends in a Y, so it was bound to be my point sooner or later. Process of elimination, you know?” He says, shrugging nonchalantly before taking his hands from his pockets, beginning to rub them together thoughtful as he turns and starts to pace side to side in front of the camera, somehow never managing to step entirely out of frame before turning back the other way. “You’d almost think we were in the middle of a big storyline on some bullshit soap like Days of Our Lives or As The World turns on some shit, right now... how dare I make adult decisions about my private life based solely on well thought out conversations with other consenting adults, how fucking dare I deem it appropriate to have a life outside of the wrestling industry?! I’m such a horrible fucking person for enjoying life and having fun, enjoying myself and experiencing a wide range of things instead of living a ‘normal’ life,” he says, bringing his hands up to do air quotes emphasizing the world normal as he continues to pace, thinking out loud almost, instead of actually addressing the camera. “Are we back in fucking grade school right now?” he asks, suddenly rounding on the camera again. “Seriously, I know I suffered a bang on the head a decade ago and maybe my memory isn’t great because of that or something, but have I genuinely walked through some sort of wormhole and ended up back in tenth grade at high school, where we can only talk to people if they’re in the right clique?! Sorry Ames, I think we may have to call the whole thing off... I mean, I was one of the jocks in grade school and something tells me you were one of the goths that hung out behind the gymnasium listening to The Cure or whatever, so I guess you won’t be sitting on this handsome face any more sweetheart, the head cheerleader deems it inappropriate and I’d just hate to disappoint her by having my own opinions...” he says, laying the sarcasm on heavy before letting out a quick harsh scoffing laugh, nearly as sarcastic as the words it followed. “Seriously though, is that the level we’ve fucking stooped to at this point, has professional wrestling really got to the point where we’re throwing shit at each other because ‘you like this person and I don’t so choose a side or I’m kicking your ass’?! It’s pathetic...”

He shakes his head sadly, slipping his hands back into his pockets again as he settles back into the middle of the shot and continues. “I’m sorry Regan... no really, I am. I’m sorry,” he says, slowly nodding his head to emphasize his apology before truly revealing what he’s apologizing for. “I’m sorry that you’ve got your panties in such a twist over something so fucking insignificant that you’re lashing out at me and talking such complete and utter bullshit, that is... because honestly sweetheart, the stuff you’ve tried throwing at me as of late? Not only is it hilarious, but it also makes you one of the biggest fucking hypocrites in the business right now... which is also hilarious in itself because you’ve been happy to call Amy a hypocrite as of late, and you’ve also levelled that exact same accusation at Selena too in recent weeks. But evidently it doesn’t count when it’s you saying it, or I assume that’s the general consensus at any rate, because I can’t think of any other reason for you to be so blatantly hypocritical and yet show such little shame for it than that, so you know what they say about two and two and what it equates to...” he says, shrugging nonchalantly again. “I want you to do something for me though Regan... I want you to do something for me, and this isn’t a joke or an attempt at scoring cheap points, it’s a genuine request, brother-in-law to sister-in-law... please fucking explain to me why you think I’m breaking the family just by being involved with a woman that isn’t even a part of the business anymore, when until recently the only member of this family that had any problem with her, was you! I’m being serious, until you got inside AJ’s head and convinced him just join you and your clique in Past Present Future, he had all the respect for Amy in the world, and we both know that Dave likes her too, so what the fuck makes you think that I’m breaking this family apart when the only one doing that right now, as far as I can tell anyway, is you! I understand that this all started way before the truth about me and Amy came out, I get that it started with you trying to cripple our boss rather than fight your kid, and even if I think you went way overboard, that shit I can at least get my head around... but ever since you came back from your suspension? I’m shocked that you didn’t put Dave back in the hospital given his heart problems from a few years ago, all the stress you’ve put him under! He should have been free to run this place and make sure someone kept order while Olek was recuperating at home, but I spent most of his time having to babysit you because you can’t help yourself can you? You have to lash out at anyone who happens to even remotely disagree with you or irk you in any small way... I just hope you’ve given him a fucking break now he’s not in the job any longer, because you’re already causing shit for this family, and if I end up having to attend a funeral because of you, I’m really gonna be mad!”

It may not be a humorous subject, but he couldn’t help but laugh sadly as he shook his head; why didn’t she see it, why didn’t Regan understand that the only one who was dragging the family through the dirt was her by making this so personal when it didn’t need to be?! “Do you genuinely not see if though Regan, do you genuinely not see how it’s you that’s making a big fucking deal out of this whole thing and in the process, it’s also you that’s tearing the family apart in doing so? The ironic thing is that I do appreciate the noble nature of putting your family first, but that’s evidently on the case when it fucking suits you, because you didn’t mind refusing to face AJ for the US title when he earned his shot, but what about a year ago when AJ needed his family around and you were practically ignoring him, huh?! What about when he was truly struggling, new father, career going down the drain... where were you then?! And your husband, the man you love with all your heart? If you love him that much, why were you the single biggest headache he had during his run as commissioner recently, huh?! You claim I’m the one to blame for this family being torn apart Regan, but David and AJ both helped keep mine and Amy’s secret before Bree found out and opened her fat mouth in order to try and score cheap points... she couldn’t even do that right in the end though, because Amy took that away from her too, just like I took her chance to be in the main event of Rise to Greatness a few weeks ago in that battle royal! And sure, you can tell me that you dumped me out of that thing, and I can’t argue with that. I can’t fault that logic, question that statement at all... but you know what Regs? You can have it. You saw the live stream I did before that match, you’ve seen what I said to Bree in that stream... I was in that match for one thing and one thing only, and that wasn’t to win but to ensure that she didn’t. I won that night Regan, both beating Ikiro for the interim title, and by taking Bree out of that battle royal... how did your night go?!” he asks, no longer smiling, no longer having fun, but deadly serious with his question. He point. “And even if what I’ve done was wrong in the way you seem to think it is, sweetheart... do you really think that you’re in any position to question me in any way, huh?! I’m not just talking about the fact that you very nearly destroyed the family yourself not so long ago, when David kicked your ass out of the house because you made that place so toxic, but let’s be fair Regan, the way you and David first got together wasn’t exactly the fairytale start, was it?! You stole another woman’s man Regan, and yeah, Dave shares the blame in that one and maybe true love was what won out in the end, maybe you can even say that he upgraded if that’s the view you want to take, I won’t comment... but two wrongs don’t make a right in any situation Regan, and you were both in the wrong with what happened back then, so don’t you dare stand there and try to judge me Regan Helms, because bitches in glass house shouldn’t throw stones and those cracks are there because of your behavior Regan, not mine!”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he pressed a finger and thumb to his temples, clearly dealing with the weight of the situation, even if he doesn’t want to admit that vocally. As much anger as there was between him and Regan since he walked out of Taking Hold of the Flame as interim US champion, he didn’t want there to be this animosity between them. She was family, even if she seemed to claim he wasn’t part of that anymore... and out of all the people in the world, he thought that she would understand that feelings and emotions don’t always make for the best rationale for decisions ever, but it doesn’t always stop you from doing what you see as the right thing either. “At the end of the day Regan, if you want me to stay away from you and AJ where our careers are concerned then so be it... I’m not the one who started making this personal in the first place sweetheart, that was all you. For all I care, we can get this match out of the way and then whether it’s you and Selena or me and the Cunt that fight for the US title at Rise to Greatness, whatever happens, happens... though being perfectly honest Regs, I don’t think you’ll be happy even if you do win. I’m sure you’ll tell me something along the lines of how you’ll do me a favor and cripple me so that me and Amy have more in common, or that you’ll break me and give Bree an easy ride, honestly that’s fine. You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do, say what you feel you’ve gotta say... but as I told Dave two weeks ago, you can throw family at me all you want as justification for wanting to hurt me simply because I don’t see someone the way you do, but I’m fighting for family too this week, not just ‘ours’ but my own. And you won’t like that, but over the past six months, Amy and Wyatt have become more or less part of mine and Nia’s family, and if I have to be ostracized from the family I was born into because you’ve taken it upon yourself to become the patriarch of the Helms family now, if my brother isn’t going to man the fuck up and tell you that you’re acting out of fucking line and that you’re driving him up the damn wall with all of this then so be it! I love you Regan, but I’m not going to bow to your every whim because you’re not Cersei Lannister and this isn’t Game of Thrones! And whether you like it or not Regan, I was born a part of this family and I will die a part of it...” he tells the camera, eyes on fire as he glares down the lens. He takes a few steps forward, moving closer to the camera so that only his head and shoulders are in the frame now, brushing his hair out of his eyes so that the camera can see him clearly. “You can hate me if you like Regan, you can hate me for one choice I made, one that won’t even affect you anymore now that Amy’s gone... but you’re also going to have to accept that you’re making yourself look like the most childish person on this entire roster right now, and while you may not care about that, I hope to fucking god that little Jason doesn’t pick up on just what his step mom is really like, because he idolizes you Regan, I admit that... but if he knew how spiteful you were, how pathetic you can be... would he still want you taking him to the pier for funnel cake, or would he tell you to go to hell? Think on that one and draw your own conclussions. Either way... Wednesday night, we face one another again. At trios, we faced and you came out on top that night, we shared a beer afterwards and laughed it off. At Taking Hold of the Flame, you got the better of me again. Fair enough. Didn’t change me from being happy with how my night went but you got your shot in and I’m glad. This week? I’m leaving it all in the ring... and if I walk out of there as the true US champion or not, I’m done with this. I’m done with the petty squabbles and pathetic arguments. But between those bells? I don’t care that you’re married to my brother, I don’t care that you’re AJ’s mom... when that bell rings, it’s Street versus Helms, Regan versus Jason, and for however long it takes, the fact we’re family – or not if we go with your opinion – is irrelevant. You want to unify the titles and take the belt to Rise to Greatness? Then bring your worst. Because I plan to try and make sure you’ll need it! It’s All About The Name, Regan? And while you claim family is so important, it’s me that goes in there as a proud Helms on Wednesday and if I have anything to say on the matter, that belt will still have Helms written on it when we’re done. Good luck sis... hope you get everything you deserve and more.” He says, glaring into the camera and it looks like he’s about to shove the camera over, his nostrils flaring in anger but then he smirks and winks into the camera before simply stepping away. The camera struggles to focus for a second before the desk behind where Jason stood comes back into view before the video finally ends, the shot dimming down as the replay button appears in the middle of the screen.