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 out as the video finally 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 ripped and faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt with an Alice In Wonderland themed design on the front. It features a character style design of the Mad Hatter, though the face is somewhat similar to a certain SCW employee by the name of Giovanni Aries. The caricature has little cartoon cuckoos floating around his head and has his arms tied up thanks to the straight jacket he’s wearing in the design, and there are various items on the floor around him like gasoline cans and paint thinner. After giving enough time for the viewer to take in his shirt, he spins around so that they can see the back, where the words “He Was Called The MAD Hatter For A Reason” in psychedelic colours. After another couple seconds Jason turns back around and grinning, brushes some lint from the front of his shirt before throwing his arms out in welcome to those watching. As he makes the gesture, a date stamp appears in the bottom left hand corner of the screen which reads [03.09.2020]. 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 with a big grin, clearly happy as ever to be back and speaking with his fans. After the length of time he was out, who can blame him?. “It’s funny man, you don’t realise just how much you miss something until it’s gone, you know? And I know that’s like, a saying as old as time and stuff, but I think it takes experience to truly understand shit like that, bro. But being away for as long as I was… sure, I could probably fire of a list as long as my arm, or maybe even as long as my third leg,” he says, pausing for a comedic and exaggerated wink, “of the things that I didn’t miss during my time out injured, the aches and pains after every match, the sleepless nights and gruelling travel schedule, all that shit… but there’s plenty that I did miss about this business and it took me being away from it to truly make me take note I guess. But man, it felt great getting back into that ring on Breakdown two weeks ago. It wasn’t easy, I can admit that; Scarlet put up a hell of a fight and gave it her all, but in the end, didn’t i prove myself right? One Back From The Dead and book, that’s all she wrote. The fat lady was singing, the children were crying tears of joy, women threw panties, it was glorious… okay, most of that didn’t happen, but what did happen was Jason Helms returning to winning ways under his own name,  without a mask and blatant for all to see, and fuck did that feel good!” he tells the camera, with passion. “SCW’s resident asshole is back bro, and man, have I missed this. Being a luchador was fun, and trying to help Kelsai at Trio’s was an honour, but fuck, getting back in the ring for my own agenda, wrestling as myself? Words cannot fucking describe that feeling guys, and here’s hoping that win was just one of many now that the truth is out and I can try and pick up where I left off before the injury!”

Jason suddenly laughs, but as he does the humour in his voice is gone, it’s joyless. A scoff. And the smile has fallen from his face with it, a strange sight from someone like Jason. “Some things clearly aren’t gonna work out anymore though, are they?” he asks, before sighing. “You know dude, I can hold my hands up and admit that I’ve not always been a good person. In fact I’ve been a fucking asshole at times and there’s plenty I’ve done, specifically here in SCW, that I’m not exactly proud of… but one thing I think we can say for certain is that I’ve never been self destructive along with being a douche bag! I haven’t thrown away friendships or not just pushed people away but punched them away intentionally for no good fucking reason. But then again, I’d like to think I also still have possession of every last one of my marbles up to now, so maybe that’s the deal. The shirt I’m wearing right now should be a good indicator of what the fuck I’m talking about if you’ve lost track of what I’m talking about… because for the longest time, I called Giovanni Aries a friend, a brother. I pumped money into helping him spread his fucking message, bank rolled Levi’s string of merchandise ideas, I bought a fucking goat for Christ sake. And not once did Gio ever tell me he didn’t like what I did, didn’t need the help or want the attention I helped bring to The Wonderland… but here’s the thing,” Jason says, pausing as he looks thoughtful, bringing a hand up to rub at the stubble on his chin for a moment before turning his attention back on the lens of the camera. “I was one of the few people who actually stuck by that motherfucker!” He finally says, with bitter resentment in his voice as he does so. “I was one of the few people who actually called you a friend Gio! I was one of the few allies you actually fucking had, I annoyed friends and family by continuing to spend time with you and I guess that doesn’t mean a fucking thing to you now you have your disciples rather than just having equals around you, but me, Beard, Levi, we all called you a friend! A brother! And now you’re standing there talking as if I’m the one who abandoned you? Go fuck yourself bro, but make sure you remove your head from your ass first or you’re not getting anything else up there!”

“Do you really want to go there, Gio? Questioning my loyalty that is?” He asks, shaking his head in disappointment. “Fine, we’ll have it your way man, but I promise you Gio, you’re not gonna come out of this looking fucking good, no matter how you try and spin it so that you look like the god damn victim! Do you know what I sacrificed just to be friends with you, huh? I had family members questioning me, telling me I was hanging around with the wrong people, barely speaking to me. I had Amy telling me I shouldn’t be anywhere fucking near you, putting strain on our relationship because I said I didn’t turn my back on friends, no matter what people thought of them! I made sacrifices to be part of what we had going on in two thousand eighteen you arrogant prick, and now I’m the guilty one? Fuck you! And how many times did you spare a thought to what your words or actions did, huh? How many time’s did you trash talk my family in public, on shows or on twitter, knowing full well that you were only adding to the shit that I was already getting just because I gave you enough respect to not treat you like a bat shit crazy douche nozzle like the rest of the fucking roster?! Don’t you dare preach from your high horse about me being the one who gave up or me being the one that turned his back on you because if we’re gonna have a horse measuring contest yours is a Falabella miniature horse stuck in the mud while I’m on a stalion that just trekked into the fucking mountains!” Jason tells the camera, not just agitated but angry. He may be a lot of things but a turncoat he is not. “I’m not the one that’s played the peekaboo now you see me now you don’t bullshit over the last year or so, I’m not the one who pops up to cause shit then disappears down the rabbit hole, I got injured Gio! I blew out my fucking knee while working a show, and where the fuck where you? Gods knows where, that’s where! How can you stand there and say I gave up, that I was never truly dedicated, when I saw fucking nothing of you the entire time I was recovering?! You didn’t visit, you didn’t check how the recovery was going, you gave no fucks about me, once I stopped being useful to your precious fucking cause and don’t you dare deny that Aries, because we both know that’s true! You’re a selfish arrogant egomaniacal rat bastard and now you think you can play your games with me? Me? Bitch, I fucking bank rolled your bullshit for months, bring it the fuck on!”

Jason takes a step towards the camera, pointing a finger right at it, as if he’s pointing directly at Giovanni now. “This was never about the wonderland or your ‘cause’ bro, this was about you!” he says angrily, lowering his hand as he explains why. “That’s why you didn’t check on how I was doing, didn’t send a single message despite the fact I never once turned my back on you like so many have, because this was never truly about the Wonderland and fighting the lizard king, it has always been about you, Giovanni Aries, the guy who has to be the centre of fucking attention! Do you believe the things you say? Probably. Fuck, for all I know, D. really is a lizard person, but it doesn’t fucking matter because it never truly did. What mattered was that you got people to surround yourself with, people to pay attention to every god damn word that came out of your mouth! Only that wasn’t good enough for Gio was it? Because we weren’t sheep who hung on your every word, we weren’t people who waited with baited breath for whatever you were going to say next, because the reality is that while you claim that the majority of the roster are sheep chasing after tokens of pride and ego or whatever, all you’ve ever truly wanted are sheep! People who will blindly follow! And while Beard, Levi and I were willing to fight by your side at a moments notice, the one thing we weren’t is your sheep!we weren’t your minions, and that’s why you stopped giving a fuck way before I got injured or you disappeared, Gio, because this was never about the cause but about your fucking ego!” Jason says with such assurance that it becomes obvious that he can be nothing but entirely convinced that his statement is correct in every way. He shakes his head, even laughing a little though it’s still filled with bitterness rather than humour when he does so. “But now you have what you want don’t you, bro? You have exactly what you want with your followers, your worshipers, the assclowns that bask in your batshit crazy glow… Alice Ames and Cain Adams, your wild child and your warhammer. Sheeple that will sacrifice their own health just to appease you. Not the cause, not for the glory of the Wonderland, but to make you happy! And that’s what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it bro?! It’s what you wanted from me, Beard and Levi, it’s what you wanted from everyone you’ve spent more than five minutes with, trying to convert them to your home brewed brand of insanity in the name of fighting the lizard kingdom, but now you have exactly what it is you want and you’re like a pig rolling around in its own shit, you arrogant, hubristic, fancy-pants, toffee nosed douche nozzle! Did you think people wouldn’t realise? Did you think we would believe that these two people literally stand behind the cause of the great Wonderland, rather than simply jumping to your every order? You’re insidious Gio, you’re like David Koresh or Jim Jones, you’re charismatic sure, but you drag people in to serve your own ends until they’re no longer useful and then it’s say kids, who likes grape flavour Kool-Aid?! But you know what happened in Waco dude… you know how shit went down in Jonestown… cult leaders either end up dead or in jail, they don’t ride off into the sunset to start again in another town, everyone knows that. Only question is whether it’s by your own hand or somebody else.”

Jason sighs heavily and shakes his head as he turns away from the camera and begins to pace back and forth in front of his desk. As he speaks, he continues to look at his feet instead of the camera. “Thing is, I know I should be telling Ames and Adams that they need to run as far as they can, as quickly as they can. I know I should be pleading with them to get the fuck away while it’s not too late… but I also know that it’s probably too late.” He says, shaking his head with another sigh. “By the time they showed up here they’d swallowed Gio’s bullshit so completely that I know for a fact that if I were to even try and convince them that they needed to get out while they still could, I’d only fuel their devotion even more. That’s how you work, isn’t it Gio? Prey on those who are weak, bend them, mold and shape them. Create the perfect follower who will do exactly as you want… help you get what you want… is that why you sent your minions after Dave, huh? Big star, recently returning to the business alongside another huge star in Lucas Knight… that’s a hell of a headline grabber right there, the wrestling sites lapped that shit up! And then suddenly, Alice is playing peekaboo in the background while Jessica Winters was interviewing us a couple weeks back. Sharper actually had the cameras cut back to her so she could check if he really saw Ames hiding like a kindergartener playing hide and seek or whether he imagines it! But she wasn’t imaginary was she? She was hiding there, listening to that interview. I should have known back then that you were planning some bullshit, I mean I know you well enough by now!” He says as he comes to a stop back in the middle of the frame so he can turn to look at the camera again. “Because it’s your M.O isn’t it dude? Grab the headlines, steal the glory! You even tried winning control of this fucking company in the past so why am I not surprised you wanted to come after us, huh? Your last return, you went right after Evans, claiming unfinished business. Bullshit. He was the world champ and you wanted that spotlight, just as you always have! But that ended badly didn’t it bro? It ended with Evans damn near killing you and you disappeared into the shadows to lick your wounds again… until last week when you blasted me with that cane. Pretty cute, man. Let Ames and Adams do the donkey work, attacking my brother two on one until I arrived to even the score. Side note kids, unless it’s done with consent between two consenting adults, choking really isn’t cool… and sorry Alice, but I really don’t think you’re my brothers type anyway, even if he wasn’t married. Batshit crazy isn’t his thing. The numbers game is yours though, isn’t it Gio? Two on one, you thought you had Dave. I evened the score so you had to scurry out of your hidey hole to give your subordinates the advantage again. The minute Lucas arrived on the scene you ran like the little bitch you are! But you got something wrong, bro. That night, you have me a warning.” he reminds the audience and in particular as he steps forward so that he’s closer to the camera. There must be someone actually filming for him because the camera also tracks upwards as he steps forward, leaving only his head and upper body in the shot now. “You told me that I should have thought about my original alliance instead of going with my blood… but it shows how little you fucking know me Aries! My original alliance? That was Dave! Way before anyone in this company had heard of Giovanni Aries, way before the Helms name became legendary in the annals of SCW, we worked for a company called TNT… a company I got my start in... and do you know how I got my start, Gio? By teaming with my fucking brother! Team Extreme, in the early two thousands, the two of us against a whole group of assholes, and you want to tell me I should think about my original alliances? That’s exactly what I’m doing with the Handsome Devil’s Club, Gio… so bring your wonderland, bring your Wild Child and your Warhammer… but I’m begging you bro, don’t let them do your dirty work this time. Get, in, the, ring! Get in there yourself and face us, because I don’t want excuses that I didn’t beat you Gio, I don’t want to hear that I only hear your followers, I want you in that ring yourself! Because then, when I say It’s All About The Name, you’ll know first hand exactly what that fucking means!” He finishes before bringing his hand up like a gun, which he points at the camera before ‘firing’ and mouthing the word “Bang” as the video ends, the frame dimming as the replay button appears in the middle of the screen.