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 the home-office inside of his home in Aurora, just outside of New Orleans. He stands in the middle of the shot wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, on the front of which is the phrase “Everything Is Better In A Threeway!” in bright bold font. Looking down, Jason chuckles a little to himself before he spins around to show the camera the back of the shirt, which has slightly smaller text just between the shoulder blades, reading “#Trios2020”. After another second, Jason turns back to face the camera and opens his arms in a welcoming gesture to the fans who may be watching the video. As he does so, a date stamp appears in the bottom left hand corner of the screen which reads [02.10.2020]. Lowering his arms again, Jason slips his hands into the side pockets of his jeans before opening his mouth to address the camera. “Sup ass-clowns?” He asks, grinning childishly at his now-customary video opening. “So tell me… did ya miss me? Ah, who am I kidding, of course you did; we all know I’m the life and soul of the party, it wasn’t even remotely close to being the same without me and my curls walking around this joint, was it?! And okay, so joking aside, there’s probably a couple people on the roster who weren’t exactly overjoyed to see little old me emerge from under that mask at Day of Infamy, but admit it, a lot of you were. And as I said on Breakdown last week, the knee?” He says, pausing to lift his leg to bend it back and forth freely before lowering his leg again. “You better fucking believe that it’s better than ever. Modern science bro, engineering at its finest! Got me up and on my feet in no time at all and now I’m back ready to have some fun. It’s a shame though, that I wasn’t more involved in the Lucho’s journey than I was… I found out too late, and had to wait for clearance, so maybe I missed a lot of the fun. But you know what I didn’t miss? The best bit. I didn’t miss the part where the masks came off, hearing you guys roar when I was the first to reveal the ‘secret identity’ of El Lucho Trenta in front of thousands in that arena and millions of you beautiful bastards at home! And the funny thing is, I got word from head office that Lucho’s merch spiked after that night, so at least they’re gonna continue to be represented all around the world even if the masks have been retired in SCW! Well, Trenta has anyway. I know Lucas and David both out their gear on eBay for charity, I just told them I’d donate the same amount of money to whatever cause they donate the winning bids to, because I sure as shit don’t plan on getting rid of that ring gear! The legacy of Trenta and his creation of Mrs. Cheese deserves pride of place in this office. I’d show you, but the mannequin is the wrong side of the camera, so you’ll have to just take my word for it bro, but he’s here, watching on, looking as puzzled as ever,” he says with a broad grin, chuckling to himself a little before waving the joke away. 

“Let’s not get distracted though guys, because Trenta is retired now,” he continues. “Trenta is out, and here I am, off the bench ready to lead the team and win the game. Ready to get in there, kick some ass and take some names, just like old times… only I’ve got some company now, huh? Big bro and Lucas, two pillars of the trio that makes up the Handsome Devil’s Club, and man, I can’t wait for the generic insults to start flying with that one, believe me I am. Most likely coming from the ex-girlfriends of the other two to be honest, though I won’t be shocked if there aren’t a few digs aimed at yours truly either. Not that I can’t take it on the chin when they do, I’m not exactly looking for affirmation here, never have done. And you know that as well as me, right? But now the question lingers in the air, what exactly are we planning now that we have revealed the big secret about who it really is under those masks. What do the Handsome Devil’s Club have in mind for good old Supreme Championship Wrestling moving forward? Well, here’s the thing… not gonna speak for the other two, because Lucas is big enough and David is ugly enough to talk for themselves, but me? I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead,” he admits with a rather theatrical shrug of his shoulder before flashing a mouth full of pearly whites at the camera. “No bullshit bro, I have no idea what the fuck I’m aiming to do. And you fucks keep asking me too, and I’m not sure I’ve convinced a single one of you when I’ve told you that but it’s the gods’ honest truth it really is. When I found out about what Dave and Lucas were doing, I knew I wanted in, but I didn’t really think about what I wanted out of it, you know? And I don’t wanna step on any toes where those two are concerned either, so I know for sure that I’m not gonna be chasing down the US title like I was before the injury, because that’s what Lucas wants to do, so that’s out. And as much as I want to rip into her for being a bitch - something she freely admits to Ames, so you can’t say anything about me antagonising her - I can’t deny that Bree deserves her rematch against Kim Williams, because her reign was impressive before she finally lost the belt, so assuming the Ambitchous one regains her belt, do I really want to re-open an old can of worms that didn’t smell great when fresh?”

Jason shakes his head with little uncertainty, leaving no doubt about his answer to that question. “Nah, definitely not interested in another argument with Ms. Cheese, not now we’ve actually discovered the secret to being civil to one another,” he tells the camera before looking around the room as if looking for eavesdroppers. “The secret ingredient is alcohol. Lots of it,” he says, in a rather loud whisper, a hand shielding one side of his mouth before he winks into the camera. “So I guess you can say that Jason Helms’ future is wide open right now, as far as SCW is concerned, because I’ve decided I’m just gonna see what happens! I’m not a cunt, so I’m not gonna blame Sasha for every single thing that doesn’t go my way, instead I’m gonna put my every faith in her and the rest of the board and say ‘you know what guys, whatever you have me do or whoever you have me face, I’m good with it’ because honestly? I am. I’ve been out for more than a year, or I was out for more than a year before Trenta happened, and basically it’s just great to be back in a fucking ring again to be honest, so why push my luck and try and dictate my path? Fuck it, let fate decide, I’ll fly by the seat of my pants and see what transpires! It’s never let me down yet!” Jason says with another shit eating grin on his face. “Which is kind of ironic now I think about it… seriously, it just hit me as I was speaking, just how ironic it is to say that you’re going to let fate decide what direction your career goes in a promo video for the fucking Trio’s tournament. Kind of dumb, huh?” he asks, laughing at himself as he ruffles his hair a little out of… well, not embarrassment because it’s Jason we’re talking about, but mischievously perhaps? He doesn’t dwell on it though, instead pushing straight on. “But then again, I wasn’t expecting to be in this thing either, so I’d like to think I get a pass, you know? I mean, come on, who in their right fucking mind thought Kelsai was gonna pick me as her partner?! A chick who calls a pussy a hoo-ha picking me, one of the biggest jerks - when the mood takes me - to be her partner by choice? It’s almost like turkeys voting for Christmas. Right? And okay, okay, so maybe I spent a bunch of time at BlackOut helping with the training while I was out injured, and maybe the fact that I’m also involved with Amy helped, but come on, did you actually expect me to be her second round pick? I think we all had Blake picked as the first draft, and I can’t say I’m exactly overjoyed at being second place to a douche canoe with more money than sense and a string of failed relationships behind him longer than the list of allegations out Orange Goblin in Chief is dodging at present, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?” he says with a chuckle to himself. “Sorry Kelsai, I know you’re probably watching this now and shaking your head, maybe even wondering if you made the wrong choice… all I can say is that you really should have known what you were in for when you picked me, sweetheart. But don’t worry, at the end of the day, these videos, they’re all just window dressing, full of bluster and bravado and stuff anyway, right? When that bell rings, that’s when I actually have to justify your faith in me, and I don’t let people down when I can help it. Even if the odds are firmly stacked against us heading into Sunday night in Dallas…”

Jason nods his head a little for emphasis; the Trio’s tournament definitely hadn’t been the kindest to Team Kelsai thanks to the seeding and he knew all too well how difficult the first round match was going to be, let alone the entire tournament. “And let’s be honest, they really are stacked against us, right?” he asks, being completely candid with his opinions. There was no point in denying it, every single fan knew how tough the draw was for Kelsai’s team so he may as well embrace it. “Three former SCW World Heavyweight Champions, five reigns between them. More title reigns between them than the figures involved in anything I said about blake a moment ago, a current SCW champion and two thirds of the team are already a tag team… if any team in history have been bigger underdogs than us then I haven’t fucking heard of them, because Selena, Regan and Christy are definitely a power team and while we’re no slouches, I doubt there’s a single fan of this company that thinks we’re in with a shot when Trio’s begins on Sunday night, and if there is I’ll buy a hat and eat it, that’s how confident I am that Team Frostypants is gonna be the favourite heading into our match. And I have no problem with that, I actually admit that it’s a fair assessment, because you can’t argue with facts. Everything they’ve achieved versus everything we’ve achieved in this business? Yeah, despite Jake being Hall of Fame and a Supreme Champ, they still have it, hands down, legs up, wrapped in a bow and covered in icing sprinkles and a cherry on top. You can’t argue against the truth, you just look foolish and SCW has enough fools already without me adding to the crockpot… but that’s the beautiful thing about expectations and people thinking they know what the narrative is before the story unfolds; it’s fucking fantastic to prove people wrong and leave the script in pieces!” he says, smirking to himself. While there’s every chance that the script will go exactly as expected, Jason isn’t exactly known for a lack of confidence, and that confidence is more than evident as he shrugs. “Am I going to stand here and tell the world that we’re gonna win? Nah, not a chance. I’m not gonna open myself up to that level of mockery should I start throwing promises around only for us to crash and burn… but do I think we can? You bet your fucking ass I do! See, Selena has it right in a lot of ways, regardless of how much it’s shoved down your throats at times, all it does take is belief and if you’re not gonna believe in yourself then why the fuck should anybody else, huh? In this business, you have to be your own number one fan, because ultimately the only person than can bring success to your career is you. If I don’t think I can win a match, I’m going into that fucking match expecting to lose, and I don’t set myself up for failure, never have and never will! I may fail, I may have had some losses that really stung or matches where I think I should have won and didn’t, but I will never doubt myself to the point where I’m writing my own epitaph before a match has even taken place and do I honestly strike you as the type of person to doubt himself that much?!”

“Life is about challenges, isn’t it?” Jason asks, as he leans back against the desk that sits behind him, half sitting on the edge as he settles back. “If you don’t challenge yourself, you’ll never grow; you can’t be a professional wrestler and expect everything to be just given to you unless your last name is Swann, so whoever walks out with those contracts is gonna need to fucking work for them… and in that sense, I’m almost glad that we’re the underdogs going into this thing! Because I can only imagine the shockwave that causes, going from underdogs to trio’s contract holders when nobody expected it. The fucking furor that’d cause, it’s enough to make even the biggest cynic crack a smile! We gotta get there first though, right? And to do that, I have to fight family all over again, though hopefully this time there’s less physical assault going on, if that’s cool with you Regs? Seriously, I know it won me a unified United States championship last time, but in all honesty I’d rather keep it civil this time around,” he says, laughing to himself though there’s more than just a grain of truth to his japery. The last time they met in the ring, Jason didn’t exactly come away from it looking all that good despite the fact he was the one who walked away with gold that night. “Thing is, I know Regan is a model professional and last time we had to face one another, it was about anything but the business. This is different. Do I expect an easy time because we’re family? Fuck no. If anything, I expect an even harder time because she knows what to expect from me and I know what to expect from her, but the big difference between then and now is the fact that we’re going into a match with nothing but the victory in mind and once it’s over, if Selena’s team win then I’m ready to cheer my sister-in-law on with every ounce of vigor I have, and hopefully the same applies if we win on Sunday. Just don’t expect pom-pom’s if we win… I may bust some out though, I’d look great in a leotard and tube socks, right?” he asks, grinning again before winking into the camera. “All jokes aside though… this is a huge night for me, because not only do I have to repay the faith Kelsai placed in me and somehow convince Jake Starr that his win over ‘Trenta’ doesn’t mean he’s better than me - hi Jake - but I also have a lot to prove regarding my own fitness, don’t I? Twelve months and change on the sidelines, surgery on my knee, having to work my way from the ground up! I was working on building my reputation in this place, working on proving, and this is somewhat ironic, but working on proving I wasn’t in my brothers shadow and was a good fucking wrestler in my own right and one blown knee fucked all of that up… and the question that hangs in the air now is how much has changed? Well, I know from my viewpoint, not a damn thing, but that’s subjective and I’m biased… So what better way to find out whether I’m right or wrong than going three of the best this company has to offer?! Sunday night… that’s what happens! For better or worse… it’s Trio’s time, fuckers. And it’s gonna be off the fucking chain! See you sunday.” he finishes, bringing up his hand like it’s a gun, firing it at the camera with a wink before the video dims and the replay button appears in the middle of the screen.