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Supercard Archives / Work Hard, Play Hard

« on: October 31, 2012, 03:19:21 PM »

Simpson: So how is he doing?

Outside of a makeshift ring in a gym, somewhere in Beverly Hills, California, James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen in the ring with another man. James lifts the other man in the the air with a back body drop. Outside the ring, loyal man servant Simpson and James' trainer, Ashley Jameson converse

Ashley: Better than when you first brought him to me, he can actually string more than two moves together now.

Simpson: Is master James ready for High Stakes II?

Ashley: At this point, he could have been better if he had more matches but I think he might suprise some people in this match.

Simpson: I hope so. Master James wants a title, any title more than anyone in SCW. I don't think even Spike Staggs wants the heavyweight title more than Master James wants this roulette championship.

Ashley rolls her eyes

Ashley: Oh Spike wants that title, to feed his ego. Trust me, I know Spike

Simpson: Yes Ms Jameson.

James leans over the ropes and looks down at Ashley and Simpson.

JHHIII: Why the hell are we in the smelly gym when we could be working out in a better gym than this? We could be fighting in places that doesn't smell like cat pee.

Ashley: Hey! Did I say you could stop working? We're here because not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

JHHIII: Mine was platinum

Ashley: Back to work!

James kicks the bottom rope and turns around, walking directly in to a superkick from the unknown opponent.

Simpson: Master James, if you can't handle this gentlemen, how are you going to handle facing Goth and Argento?

This seems to spur James on as he wipes his lips and gets back to his feet. The man charges at James, who ducks under a clothesline and nails the man in the back with a sloppy looking one footed dropkick, sending the man through the ropes. James raises his arms and runs around the ring with his arms in the air.

JHHIII: Champioooooooooooooooooooon

Ashley shakes her head

Ashley: You won't be if you don't put the effort in to win. You'll be losing to people like Hope Heelcum.

James stomps his feet as he leans over the ropes, looking down at Ashley.

JHHIII: I beat Hope twice! I won, I won, I won!

Simpson: You did sir, but at High Stakes II, you will be facing much tougher opposition. A man like Goth is not an easy task.

JHHIII: I'll still win.

The man sneaks back in the ring and pulls James down in to a schoolboy pin. Ashley taps the outside of the ring

Ashley: One, two, three.

The man gets up and James lays on the floor, pounding his fists in to the canvas, kicking his feet at the same time.

JHHIII: No, no, no, no, no!

Ashley: Get up you little girl!

JHHIII: I am not a little girl!

Ashley: You're acting like one!

JHHIII: I am not!

Ashley: Just get up and start again.

James pounds the mat once more and gets to his feet. James turns to the man and quickly takes him off of his feet with a spear to his upper leg, slightly off from where a spear should hit.

Ashley: I think we've found what makes James step his game up

Simpson: What's that Ms Jameson?

Ashley: Calling him a little girl

Simpson can't help but smile but catches James glancing towards him.

JHHIII: I heard that!

Ashley: You was meant to Princess

James growls and gets to his feet, kicking the man in his side.

Ashley: Anyone can kick someone when they're down. How about you try something else Cinderella.

James fires a look towards Ashley but Ashley smiles back. James looks at the ropes and starts to climb up to the top

Simpson: This could be disastrous

Ashley: Took the thoughts right out of my mind Simpson

Simpson: Should we stop him?

Ashley turns to Simpson with a smile, shaking her head and James jumps off the ropes, landing a big splash on the man on the canvas. James springs to his feet with his arms in the air.

JHHIII: YEAAAAH!

Ashley: What was that?

Simpson: I believe it was an attempted big splash.

Ashley: Attempted being the right word.

Simpson: There is indeed room for improvement

JHHIII: What do you mean? That was the perfect splash. Superfly couldn't have done better than that! I should use that as my new finishing move cause I'm awesome at it!

Ashley: Don't run before you can walk. That was the sloppiest big splash I have ever seen in my life. If you want that as your finishing move, you better make it look a damn sight better than it did just then, cause that was awful.

JHHIII: That was not awful! That was spectacular!

Ashley: You need to wipe the crap out of your eyes James, cause that was not that good

James sighs as he leans on the ropes, looking down at Ashley.

JHHIII: Are we done yet? Cause I have a Halloween party to go to tonight and it takes time to get ready.

Ashley: Are you joking? You haven't even practiced your promo skills yet. Being a wrestler isn't just about jumping around in the ring, you need to be able to connect with people in the crowd

JHHIII: The common people?

Ashley: Common or not, they're the people who come to see you.

JHHIII: Who do I talk to about getting a better class of people coming to see me? Rather than the beer swilling, tattooed, ass hanging out of their way too small denim jeans people that come to SCW shows. We need to speak to someone about this. If I'm going to be their champion, I want to represent the upper class people.

Ashley: You wasn't dropped on your head as a kid, you was bounced like a basketball. Doesn't matter who pays, as long as they pay.

JHHIII: Yeah, whatever, can I go now, this is boring and again, I have a party to go to.

Ashley: Not until you work on those promo skills. Look at me, I'm the camera, act as if you're talking about your match against Goth and Argento

JHHIII: Fine!

James looks upset as he brushes his hair back from his face and looks at Ashley.

JHHIII: I don't get what goes through the mind of some people. I mean they get a chance to use greatness on television, and they put this greatness in a match against a clown and a moron. I don't know who to speak about first, the clown or the moron. Ashley, what one should I talk about first?

Ashley: Does it matter?

JHHIII: I guess not, I mean they're both losers anyway. I think I'll start with the moron first. That would be you Argento. You are like the biggest idiot in the world. Dude, you called yourself Argento cause it means silver? Hello, silver means second, not first like I'm gonna be but second. Did you pick that names just to have some stupid headline like "silver wins gold?" cause that's so lame. Like one of the lamest things I've ever heard, and I know some pretty lame people but that is like super lame. Silver isn't a winner Argento, silver is, and will always be second, not good enough, close but not winning like I'm gonna be. No one remembers the losers, no one remembers who came second, no one and that's the thing that's gonna happen with you, cause you're so not winning this match loser, because you are a total loser. You plan to finish second with a name like that, you never plan to win, you plan to always lose. Well I'm glad you planned it cause I'm gonna make it happen loser.... how am I doing?

Ashley: Stop talking about the silver bit and second, come on, give me something else here. Also James, his name IS Argento, it's his real name

JHHIII: No pleasing you. Ugh! Anyway, Argento moron. It really doesn't matter what your name is, but I'm gonna send you back to that third world country called Italy

Simpson: Sir, Italy is not a third world country.

JHHIII: It is when you compare it to my wealth. Can I get on with this? Cause I really wanna be finished and this gym stinks.

Simpson: Carry on sir.

JHHIII: I guess I must be one of those jealous haters you don't like Argento, but here's something for you, I don't care. I know you're not talented, I know you're not good enough to lace my very expensive boots. I'm gonna make very short work of you, because you're not good enough to be in the ring with me. I'm James Huntington-Hawkes III, and you're not. It's easy to figure out. I'm better than you, so therefore, I will beat you. I know you're probably not good at math either coming from Italy. Italian's are not exactly smart. I mean Columbus was Italian, he went out looking for India, found America. You will be able to related to that soon, because you came out looking for gold, and ended up finding nothing. How's that?

Simpson: Historical reference, very witty sir.

JHHIII: Thank you Simpson.

Ashley looks at Simpson

Ashley: It wasn't that good.

Simpson shrugs as James continues

JHHIII: The only reason you're in this match Argento is to make me look good kicking two peoples butts instead of just one. Cause I'm gonna do that, I can do that, I can beat you both with my eyes closed if I had to. You don't scare me, you got lucky against Goth but you're not getting lucky against me. I'm gonna win loser and it doesn't matter what you do, I'm gonna beat you. I am going to beat him you know Simpson.

Simpson: I do sir

JHHIII: Good. I'm not even scared of that Goth guy. Tonight is the night Goth can walk through the normal people and feel like one of them. You spend your whole life wearing paint, you must be really upset that others do the same tonight. I doubt there will be many people painted up like you walking round the streets tonight, cause people only go out dressed as people who are cool and you are not cool. You've never been cool. You might have your own company, and you might come from a far off European land, but you're just not cool. Even being a two time roulette champion doesn't even scare me, I mean you hate to beat Argento to win it back, hardly needed to be superman to do that, did ya? Come on, it's him, he's not competition, which makes you not really cool or impressive. It makes you just a little bit better than he is. Right?

Simpson: If you say so sir

JHHIII: I do. He must sit around brooding all day, plotting evil stuff like some Dr Evil wannabe, while putting on his make up. I mean which man puts on make up?

Ashley: Hope Heelcum

JHHIII: Not funny Ashley! But Goth does have another thing in common with Hope Heelcum. Hope lost to me, Goth will suffer the same fate. I beat Hope Heelcum twice, I will beat two at once next week. God, I really hope Goth hasn't been kissing that belt, I don't want make up on my new belt. Stupid lipstick wearing Dracula rip off needs to clean that belt before I take it from him. I don't want it looking cheap and tacky. Him holding it already devalues it. He makes a mockery of the belt, and it's about time I restored it and gave it some value. It's about time a real champion gets to the top and makes the belt worth something. SCW should thank me for this, because I'm giving something they created some credit. Goth isn't a credible champion, I will be the best roulette champion SCW has ever seen.

Ashley: Ok, now talk about the match types.

JHHIII: Match types?

Ashley: Yeah, no roulette match is a normal match

JHHIII: Yeah, and this is a triple threat match

Ashley: That's just one stipulation, they have to spin the wheel to come up with another match type.

James scratches his head

JHHIII: So?

Ashley: So it means you could be in a cage, handcuffed to your opponent, have lots of weapons around, hell, they could even set the ring on fire and you could end up burnt.

James' eyes open wide

JHHIII: So they could kill me?

Ashley: If the wheel lands on a real death match, sure, why not?

Ashley turns around and smiles at Simpson, away from James' view.

JHHIII: This is BS! This is total junk! Why would they try and hurt the biggest star SCW is ever likely to see? I could be a legend for them and they want to kill me by putting me in a match like this? Are you joking? This is disgraceful! This is just stupid! I could give their title the much needed credibility it's craved, and instead they could do this to me! Why? Who came up with this stupid wheel idea? What the hell is going on.

Simpson: Sir, just think how good you will look once you win a match of that level.

James stops ranting and thinks for a few seconds. A wide smile crosses his face.

JHHIII: Good point Simpson. After I win this match, I will look like a legend already. I wanna win this, it doesn't matter what kind of match it is, I'm gonna be awesome.

James looks down at Ashley

JHHIII: Are we done now?

Ashley: Sure, why not, you're starting to bore me anyway.

James shoots Ashley a disgruntled look at Ashley as the scene fades

*******

Trick or Treat? What a stupid question. Who really wants some idiot kid to throw eggs at their house? Kids love this time of year.... well most kids.

Rich kids Halloween parties, the same as any other, with more expensive stuff. Waiters walk around with trays of drinks while the creepy Nightmare by Brainbug plays. Adults and children walk around dressed in costumes of all sorts, the camera rests on two people, one, short, dressed in a black leather Dark Knight suit with built in muscles, a cape, and a mask covering his face. Next to him stands a tall man, in a velvet crush orange, fake big teeth, and a slightly wild wig. These two men are instantly recognized as James Huntington-Hawkes III as The Dark Knight and Simpson as a rather tall version of Austin Powers. James takes a drink off a tray as a waiter walks past him. The camera spins around a lavish looking ballroom, high chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and decadent paintings hang from a wall. The camera moves back to James and Simpson as Alice Cooper's Feed My Frankenstein blasts through the DJ's speakers.

JHHIII: What a stupid party Simpson, the music sucks, the people suck, everyone elses costumes suck. What do you think Simpson?

Simpson: I think it's rather groovy baby! I mean sir

James fires Simpson a look, his eyebrows lowered

Simpson: Sorry sir, just trying to get in to the spirit of the party.

JHHIII: Spirit?!?! There's lots of spirits here. There's like four ghosts here. Unimaginative kids who just cut holes in sheets and stuck them on their heads. What's the point Simpson?

Simpson: To have fun sir

James shakes his head fast

JHHIII: This isn't fun Simpson.

James looks down in to his glass to see an ice cube shaped like an eyeball. James shakes his head slowly in disappointment.

JHHIII: No one believes this eyeball is real. What's next? The old fly in the ice cube gag? This guy has money, less than I, but money none the less, he should be able to do better than this. This is pathetic, it's sad.

Simpson: So why did you come here sir?

JHHIII: I came here to see Farnsworth fail! Like he always does! He gives rich kids like me a bad name.

Simpson: Sir, don't you think you and Farnsworth should bury this game of trying to one up each other? It's been going on for years now, sit you two could walk

JHHIII: No Simpson! Farnsworth is a peon compared to me. He's like one of those guys on Call Of Duty that quits when he's losing, he's a cry baby! A cry baby Simpson!

A young man, maybe James' age stands next to James

Simpson: Good evening Mr Farnsworth sir, splendid party.

James glares at Simpson and to Farnsworth, dressed in a Joker costume, from the movie The Dark Knight

Farnsworth: A cry baby is no way to describe yourself James. I would describe you as a big cry baby James.

James' jaw tightens as he looks at Farnsworth

JHHIII: I was talking about you. Typical, you coming here dressed as my mortal enemy.

Farnsworth: Hawkes, you came here, this is my party. You came here dressed as my mortal enemy.

JHHIII: I only came here to win the costume contest, just to make you look stupid when I beat you at something else in life

Farnsworth: You can't beat me at anything, you quit Call Of Duty when you're losing.

JHHIII: I do not! You do! You do it all the time you cry baby! Tell him Simpson!

Simpson: Master Farnsworth, Master James would like me to inform you that you do it all the time.

Simpson shrugs his shoulders at the duo.

JHHIII: I also came to this crappy party to watch you fail and so far, you're not disappointing.

Farnsworth: If anyone would know about failing Hawkes, it would be you.

JHHIII: What's that supposed to mean, huh?

Farnsworth: Last I heard about you, was you was failing in an attempt to break in to the wrestling business.

JHHIII: It's not failing, I'm getting a title shot! I'm going to be a champion within two weeks and you're still going to be you, a Call Of Duty loser.

Farnsworth: Call Of Duty is so yesterday. Assassin's Creed III is in now, or didn't you know that?

James stares at Farnsworth

JHHIII: I knew that, but I've been too busy beating people up in Vegas to even care. That's the thing Farnsworth, while you're sitting here in your house doing nothing, I'm on television, you know that thing you play your games on and watch Sesame Street on, I'm on there watched by millions, and you know that computer you surf for porn on? I'm on there on Sunday's watched by even more millions. People know who I am, no one knows who you are, just like poor people, and just like poor people, nobody cares who you are!

James looks at Simpson and nods in approval as Farnworth stomps his feet and storms off.

Simpson: Well done sir

JHHIII: Thank you Simpson. I showed him

Simpson: Yes you did sir.

JHHIII: Throws this party, thinks he's something special with cheesy ice cubes and trying to tell me that he's better than me, but he's not Simpson. In this room, I am king!

DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?

A hush falls over the room as the music quietens down

DJ: It's time to announce the winner of the costume contest.

Simpson: You're sure to win this one sir.

James nods and looks across the room at Farnsworth, also looking confident.

DJ: This is based on many factors, but we do have a winner, and the winner is....

JHHIII: Come on, hurry up and say my name.

DJ: Simpson!

The people around clap as James looks disappointed. Simpson jumps in the air fist pumping

Simpson: Yes! Yes! Yes! Groovy baby! This is totally shagadelic baby!

Simpson stops and looks down at James, straightening his jacket and putting his chin up and heads to the stage. James balls up his fists, an angry look on his half exposed face

JHHIII: Worst party ever!

The scene fades out to Simpson having his arm raised on a stage

Climax Control Archives / Back on TV again! About time!

« on: October 23, 2012, 04:46:20 PM »

Inside the mansion of James Huntington-Hawkes III in Beverly Hills, California, James is seen pacing up and down in a luxurious looking room. Velvet red sofas and a seventy inch television is seen in the room. James continues to pace until Simpson walks in the room.

JHHIII: So? What's the good word? Am I on the show?

Simpson: Yes sir, I have just got off the phone with Christian Underwood and he has agreed to put you on the show next week.

James smiles, jumping up and down on the spot, excitedly, pumping his first in the air.

Simpson: They are sending over a video crew shortly to film a promo for the show, for you to talk about your opponents. They have a camera crew in the area for you to speak to

JHHIII: Opponents Simpson?

Simpson: Yes sir, you are facing three other opponents.

James rubs his brow as he looks at the much larger Simpson.

JHHIII: Is it Nick Jones, Rage and Spike Staggs? I'm good enough to beat those guys and become champion!

Simpson: Not exactly Master James.

JHHIII: Ummmm, Jordan Williams, Blade Alexander and Casey Williams? Cause beating those guys will put me at the top to face and defeat Nick Jones

Simpson: Not entirely

JHHIII: Than who?

Simpson: Vaughn Andrews

James looks completely blank

Simpson: Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr.

James continues to look blank

Simpson: And Hope Heelcum

James's expression changes to disgust.

JHHIII: Not it, erm her, ummmm, him again and who are these other guys and why am I facing these idiots? It's pointless, I should be fighting better fighters, not these guy. I should be fighting for titles, not fighting for no reason!

Simpson: The winner of this mascarade brawl will get a shot at the Roulette championship at High Stakes II. Sir, you have the opportunity to step forward and become a champion in a few short weeks.

James smiles and nods confidently

JHHIII: I will be champion, I should be champion, a better champion than a roulette champion, but it will do for a start.

Simpson: Yes sir, you are two steps away from facing the roulette champion.

James stops and scratches his head

JHHIII: You said mascarade?

Simpson: Yes sir

JHHIII: As in costumes and stupid masks

Simpson: Indeed sir

James face turns red as he stomps his feet on the ground

JHHIII: You mean I have to wrestle in a stupid contest against a bunch of nobodies, wearing some stupid costume, with a mask? What the hell are they playing at Simpson? They're making a mockery of wrestling, they're making a mockery of me!

James stomps on the ground again

Simpson: They're also adding a Halloween theme to this battle royal match.

JHHIII: So having a battle royal with costumes isn't enough for them? Pure stupidness Simpson! Once again, SCW doesn't take me seriously and put me in a ring with a bunch of half wits.

Simpson: But sir

JHHIII: No sir Simpson. These people need to learn that I am better than all of them. While everyone else was running around going to parties and leaving me in these stupid Asian countries to do this meet the fans junk, I was training. I was working hard while they were all getting drunk and doing drugs, I was fighting to be better and I am better than the people I was around in the past, but this, this is a joke.

Simpson: We all need to start somewhere

JHHIII: I've been signed this company for ages, but they haven't been bothered to use me! They suck Simpson, they suck hairy balls!

Simpson: Indeed they may sir, but this is your time to show what you've learned, what you can do. You see Master James, If you win this match

James shakes his head, waving his finger in Simpsons face.

JHHIII: When I win this match

Simpson: My apologies sir, when you win this match, they have to give you television time to face the champion. If you win that

JHHIII: When I win that

Simpson: When you win that, they will have to put you on television to defend that title.

JHHIII: I want better than that

Simpson: And indeed you will, but think of it like this sir. When you win that title, you will be on television and you could break the record for being the longest ever SCW Roulette champion of all time.

James rests his hand under his chin, his finger on his cheek as if he's thinking about something

JHHIII: I will be the longest reigning champion cause none of these people can beat me, I'm too good for everyone in SCW, including that scary make up wearing champion. I can defeat them all. I can be the biggest star SCW has ever seen.

Simpson: Indeed sir, you can be the one who makes this other superstars take notice of.

James smiles and nods at Simpson

JHHIII: I will do that! I can do that!

A knock at the door is heard

Simpson: Excuse me sir

Simpson walks out of the room, leaving James to his thoughts. After a few minutes of James pacing up and down, Simpson returns with SCW reporter, Pussy Willow.

PW: Hi James, how are you?

James stares at her chest, unable to remove his eyes for a few seconds. His mouth flies open.

Simpson: Sir!

Simpson's louder voice breaks James from his stare.

JHHIII: Sorry, I was.... thinking.

Simpson looks towards Pussy Willow

Simpson: May I offer you a drink?

PW: I'm fine thank you. I was in the area when I found out James was booked for this show, so I came by to do an interview, I hope that's ok.

James just nods as Simpson points to a chair for Pussy to sit down in, she walks over to it and takes a seat, while James sits opposite, staring across at her.

Simpson: I will leave you to it sir.

James nods and Simpson leaves the room

PW: So James, let's talk about your SCW career so far.

JHHIII: What career? Those guys at the top don't see real talent, they've held me back constantly. They've constantly booked people past it, that came from the old places instead of fresh new talent like me, fresh new people who could come through and show these bunch of grandpas just how the new guys do it.

PW: Ok, so let's talk about what you have done in SCW so far, like your affiliation with the Dream Chaserz.

James sighs

JHHIII: Do we have to? I mean DJ and Ashton were cool. I looked up to DJ and Ashton was putting me on the right track, but everyone else just seemed to want to go back to America to party, even when they had a match a few days later. Why waste the energy to go back, get drunk, when fly in like twelve hours before a match? It's why it failed, it's why there was no leadership, because no one was here to lead!

PW: Strong words

JHHIII: But truthful, and that's why I never wanna talk about them again, I never wanna remember I was part of a group SCW people laughed at, I am better than that!

PW: Well let's talk future, the upcoming match and roulette title. Do you see yourself as a legit threat to Goth?

JHHIII: That painted up clown should be scared of me. That is a stupid question. As soon as Goth hears I'm in a match which means I will face him at High Stakes II, he will probably sulk and quit the company, go running home to where ever the hell he comes from, hide under his bed and cry like a little baby. As soon as he knows I'm in this stupid match against three stupid people, he's gonna know he's on borrowed time and that title belt will be coming back here with me.

PW: It will be a tough ask to get to the match at High Stakes II as you take on three opponents. Let's start with you thoughts on Vaughn Andrews.

JHHIII: Who?

PW: Vaughn Andrews.

JHHIII: Never heard of the guy. I heard SCW signed him, but two matches and the waste of time doesn't speak. You see, this is what I mean by being treated unfairly by the guys at the top. They put this idiot on TV instead of guys like me, who should be on TV and are willing to work. This guy is a waste of salary, in fact after I beat him with utter ease, he should be let go, cast back out to where ever he came from. I have read his bio on the site, I would say he wrote the pile of crap, being in control of his own destiny, but he's not, I'm in control of his destiny and after I'm done with that waste of time, he won't have a job to come back to.

PW: Another man in the match, Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr was born in to wrestling, his father being a legend of sorts.

JHHIII: I know all about his legendary father but I don't know why he is a legend. I mean what did he really do to be remembered? Ummmm, nothing. Go in to the SCW locker room and ask people who Gene Banton is, and no one will know. No one knows what he has done in this business, some of the older guys might know him, but why should I care about a has beens son? I don't really care and no doubt if he sticks around long enough, people might look at him as a legend, but he won't be, he'll just be an old man who got beat up a lot cause he couldn't live up to daddy's expectations. Second generation people are always trying to live up to their past. They should go out and do what they want, not try and please their old man. It shows a lack of independent thought. Well in this match, Gene Jr will not be following his daddy, he'll be following that other salary thief right out of the door. You can't make a living on your daddy's name. I'm the third in a line of James Huntington-Hawkes but my daddy isn't a wrestler, I don't need a famous father to be successful, unlike my opponent. Just someone else trying to live on his family name. He'll be look looking for a new job on Monday morning.

PW: The third in the match is someone you're familiar with, Hope Heelcum.

James looks disgusted by the mention of the name.

JHHIII: I beat her, him, it not long ago, but did you see the match? That weirdo did everything to try and make me lose, did everything to try and embarrass me in the ring but still couldn't manage to beat me, because I'm the best. I beat that loser and will beat that loser again.

PW: Don't you feel Hope may be looking for some revenge?

JHHIII: No, cause Hope knows I can beat her, him, it, any time I want and I want to at Climax Control. I will do it at Climax Control and no one can stop me. Once I'm done with these three, I'm gonna go out and beat the champion, because I'm that good. I hope Goth watches this match, cause I'm so gonna be after him next.

PW: Thanks for your time James

The camera fades out as Pussy Willow stands up

Climax Control Archives / Bad Day

« on: September 05, 2012, 05:42:34 PM »

Somewhere in New Delhi, India... James Huntington-Hawkes and his man servant Simpson, are waiting outside the luxurious Imperial Hotel. James' face is full of anger, as usual.

JHHIII: Where the hell is this transport?

Simpson: It's on it's way sir. Are you sure you want to go directly to China?

JHHIII: Just cause the other Dream Chaserz have decided to go back to America, I have to get to China. I have to be there to represent us. This whole company is talking about the Dream Chaserz, each and person in the company hate us. It's what we want cause we don't care

Simpson: Indeed Master James. I must admit, I was slightly skeptical of their reasoning for recruiting you

James raises his eyebrow at Simpson

JHHIII: What are you trying to say?

Simpson: Haven't you seen the hashtag campain?

JHHIII: Yes, but I don't need saving! I joined Dream Chaserz because of they believed in me.

Simpson: Others did too Sir. Before you joined them, Mr Staggs endorsed your quest for television time

JHHIII: Yeah, well Spike got the chair because he couldn't even pour a good coke! I mean seriously, what kind of idiot couldn't pour a good coke?

Simpson remains silent

JHHIII: I knew Dream Chaserz could be the best damn stable ever!

Simpson looks uneasy

JHHIII: What? What is it?

Simpson: Sir, Mr Williams has announced on Twitter that he will be leaving after the Supercard.

JHHIII: WHAT?!?!

Simpson: And Mr D-Block and Mr Gibbs have also decided their future is elsewhere.

JHHIII: And Brooklyn?

Simpson: Having contract issues

JHHIII: WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL ME THIS?!?!?!?

Simpson: Sir, you follow them on Twitter, you should have known these things

JHHIII: Stupid reception in India! My phone has been poor all week!

Simpson: Mr King's future is unknown too.

JHHIII: You have got to me kidding me!

James stomps his foot on the floor, his fists balled as an even angrier expression crosses his face. James turns around, kicking a can across the floor

Simpson: Sir, that would make you the leader.

James stops and turns back to Simpson

JHHIII: Me? Leader?

Simpson: By proxy sir

JHHIII: By proxy?

Simpson: Yes sir, by proxy that you will be the only one left shortly.

James's face turns red with anger as he growls towards Simpson

JHHIII: That... is... not.... funny!

Simpson turns around with a smile on his face, before turning back to James with a much more serious look on his face.

Simpson: Maybe this will be a perfect time to re-evaluate things Sir. For the next few weeks, you are under the tutorlige of top superstars, maybe you should try and gain as much knowledge from these people while you still can. I'm sure Mr Williams will leave you in good steed for your own future. Also sir, maybe you should make amends with Miss Ryder, Mr Despayre and Mr Staggs. These people have shown some interest in your future in the past.

James shrugs and moves in towards the much bigger Simpson

JHHIII: With or without the Dream Chaserz, next week marks the start of a changed James Huntington-Hawkes III. I can wrestle. Ashley Jameson has turned me in to a wrestler ready for the big time and it's time to start!

Simpson: Sir, you should not bite off more then you can chew. Have you considered the damage done over the last few weeks, might last beyond the supercard?

James looks uneasy but tries to look confident.

JHHIII: I don't care, I can take on them all, I can take on everyone.

Simpson: And if the Sins and NXT continue their alliance until the last of the Dream Chaserz has departed?

James swallows hard, the thought of being the last of the group becoming more and more unattractive as time goes on

JHHIII: I can handle it.

James' voice cracks as he says his last comment

JHHIII: Where's this transport?

Simpson: I'm not sure sir

JHHIII: WELL FIND OUT!

Simpson turn around, hitting buttons on a phone and talking in to it slightly off the camera

JHHIII: This tour! This damn tour, I've come all the way over here to all these countries, thrown in a trash can and now soon, I will be on my own. Could this damn thing get any worse? I can't wait to get back to America, to my big house, with my big TV and my Playstation 3 and my luxuries instead of being in this hell hole. At least in Europe, it was part fun but this is just..... ugh!

James stomps his foot as Simpson returns

Simpson: It seems the rental company have made a mix up sir

JHHIII: What kind of mix up?

Simpson: It seems they were out of the advertised cars but will be sending along a replacement very shortly.

JHHIII: What kind of replacement?

As if on cue, a truck appears and stops next to them....

JHHIII: What the hell is that?

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The driver calls out

Driver: You SCW guys?

A thick Indian accent is heard from the man

Simpson: Yes we are.

James looks at Simpson slowly shaking his head

Driver: Jump in!

JHHIII: Ummmm, are you joking?

Driver: Hurry up! Got another pick up later.

Simpson: After you Master James.

JHHIII: I am NOT riding in that.

Simpson: I don't think we have a choice, the plane leaves shortly and the luggage was sent to the airport earlier. We have to sir

James kicks the ground in anger, his eyes flashing with rage as he slowly gets in the truck, followed by Simpson

The scene restarts at a busy airport. James is seen running through the airport, being chased by a crowd of people.

JHHIII: Leave me alone!

James runs through a crowd, ducking through as he goes.

JHHIII: I am not Justin Bieber!

James spins around a corner and Simpson reaches a long harm out and pulls James through a door.

Simpson: Sir, what happened?

James breathes heavy, holding his hands on his knees

JHHIII: Where was you? Someone shouted out I was Justin Bieber! Next thing I know, I got swamped by people thinking I was that idiot.

Christian Underwood appears behind James, with a huge smile on his face

Christian: Sorry about that

Christian grins at James

JHHIII: First, you try to be funny on Twitter, and now this! It's time you took me seriously!

Christian: I am, that's why I put you in a match next week in China

JHHIII: You have?

Christian: Yeah, you're facing Hope Heelcum. Have fun.

Christian taps Hawkes on the back and strolls away, mixing in to the airport crowd. James looks up at Simpson.

Simpson: Back on TV sir! Wrestling again!

James raises his eyebrow at Simpson

JHHIII: Simpson....

Simpson: Yes sir...

JHHIII: Isn't Hope Heelcum....

Simpson nods slowly

Simpson: Yes sir, he is.

JHHIII: It's a he?

Simpson: He's in the men's division, so one presumes he is a male.

JHHIII: But he wears a lot of make up.

Simpson: But still gender listed as male sir.

JHHIII: But he looks like...

Simpson: I know sir...

JHHIII: I don't know what he or she or it is! Find out Simpson, I need to know how to handle this match. Ashley taught me to be prepared for everything. Sean and DJ showed me to go in to matches confident, but I spoke to Sean, he doesn't know what this is.

Simpson: How would I find out sir?

James looks up at his man servant.

JHHIII: Are you really that stupid?

James stops, his lip curled down

JHHIII: You'll think of something!

Simpson: Yes sir, maybe we should call Ms Jameson for advice on this one.

JHHIII: Yes! Good idea!

Simpson: Thank you sir.

JHHIII: Now can we hurry the hell up and get out of this place and to China, so I can go and represent against....

Simpson: Hope Heelcum

JHHIII: Yeah, him.... uh.... her.... uh.... whatever! I shouldn't even be in this match Simpson! Why do I have to take on this new person? Why do I have to be that one? I will beat it on their debut but I'm better then this Simpson. I should be challenging Goth for the roulette title! or Nick Jones for the heavyweight title. Not facing this new person. I should be in the main event! I pinned Spike Staggs you know.

Simpson: After the match....

Simpson mumbles

JHHIII: What was that?

Simpson: I was agreeing with you sir.

JHHIII: Good, now let's get out of this place!

Simpson: Yes sir

James looks through the door, pulling up his hoodie over his head to stop being noticed. He and Simpson leave the area as the scene fades

Not so long later, inside the luxury aeroplane of James Huntington-Hawkes III, the man dubbed the Prince Brat is seen with earphone wires leading up to his ears, although his hoodie covers his head. He looks across the aisle to see Simpson sitting there, his eyes closed. James starts to talk to himself.

JHHIII: What or who the hell is Hope Heelcum and why do people laugh every time I say his or her name? And the preview asked which one is the woman, what the hell is that meant to mean, I'm all man, my mom told me I was and I was never confused!

James takes an Ipad from the seat and starts to tap away on the front of it.

JHHIII: Gotta be some information on it, on him, on her, whatever.

James taps away, as the camera looks over his shoulder. The picture of Hope's face appears on the screen.

JHHIII: What the hell is that?

James looks closer.

JHHIII: Oh my god! It's a guy with make up on! How the hell am I meant to concentrate on a match against that? I shouldn't be facing someone like this, I should be facing bigger and better people. I should be fighting people like this, I should be main eventing these shows, I should be at the top of the card fighting for titles, not fighting nobodies.

James slowly shakes his head.

JHHIII: Why would people not be how God made them. If man was meant to wear make up, then everyone would be doing it. This is not normal, this is not right. Wait.... I got it

James clicks his fingers and smiles

JHHIII: That's it! Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna beat it, him, her, make up weirdo and make up weirdo will disappear and be gone, and everyone will be thanking me. Everyone will carry me around on their shoulders because I will be their hero. I will be the name on everyone's lips, I will be the one everybody loves. I'm gonna be popular, everything will love me more then they already love me. I know they already love me but now I get to be a bigger hero. Yes, yes, SCW, I will start things off here and everyone's gonna demand I get better matches. Simpson.... SIMPSON!

Simpson tiredly opens his eyes to look across at James.

JHHIII: I got it Simpson.

Simpson: Well you didn't get it from me sir.

James looks confused as Simpson closes his eyes again.

JHHIII: What's he mean by that?

The scene fades out to a confused looking James

Climax Control Archives / No no no no no!

« on: July 16, 2012, 02:37:12 AM »

In a hotel suite after Climax Control. James Huntington Hawkes is seen walking up and down, clearing irate at what transpired earlier that night. Simpson walks in to the suite holding a drink for James. James takes the drink.

JHHIII: You're meant to stop things like that Simpson! You're meant to stop people like Spike Staggs from doing things like this.

Simpson: But sir...

JHHIII: DO NOT BUT SIR ME SIMPSON! I've now got to face that lunitic that speaks to people who isn't even there.

Simpson: That could be half the SCW roster sir.

Simpson chuckles but James stares at him, anger in his eyes.

JHHIII: That is NOT funny Simpson, it's not funny in the slightest. Do you see me laughing? Do you? No you do not!

Simpson: I apologize sir

JHHIII: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

James throws the glass across the room, breaking in on impact against the solid brick wall.

JHHIII: It's an outrage Simpson, an absolute outrage! They're putting me in the ring with a guy who is so unstable, he's falling over, he's so not there in the head, he could hurt people. Why didn't you see him standing behind me when I was talking? I expected someone else to accept but no! Why didn't you see this future insane asylum resident standing behind me? Why Simpson, Why?

Simpson: I was looking at you sir.

JHHIII: It doesn't matter, you are meant to protect me, you're meant to see these people sneaking up on me and stop them from getting too close, let alone hitting me on my back like that. Why didn't you protect me?

Simpson: It didn't seem like that much of a push sir.

JHHIII: Well it was, I went flying and now I got to get in the ring with this freaking nutcase! This freaky nutcase who runs a group that does nothing. This guy is crazy and now he's gonna get in the ring with me because you didn't stop him!

Simpson: Master James, in my defense, I did not offer to take on anyone, you put the open challenge out there, it was bad luck that Mr Staggs happened to be there.

JHHIII: Mr Staggs? MR STAGGS? Mr Staggs is not all there in the head, he has more screws loose then that cheap crappy IKEA furniture that I would never buy, because it's so tacky. This guy is nuttier then squirrel droppings! He's out of his head, he shouldn't be on the streets let alone on the roster Simpson!

James flops down on the large double bed in the hotel suite. James lays with his hands behind his head.

Simpson: Maybe you should look at this from a different angle Master James

JHHIII: There is no other angles Simpson, he's a fruit loop, a nut job, a crazy psycho. Ever since his former fiancee kicked him in the lower region, he's become a crazy lunatic. There is no other angle, he's gonna try and kill me!

Simpson: Sir, you know yourself that you won last week, you should be confident.

JHHIII: I am confident, I'm confident of winning but when I beat him, he's gonna go nuts, he's gonna try and kill me. He's gonna try and really hurt me, because he is a big baby when something doesn't go his way. Did you see his promo last week crying about his little group doing nothing, even though he's the leader and is to blame for them doing nothing? After I beat him, he's going to be more upset and gonna try and hurt me Simpson.

Simpson: I will not let him hurt you sir.

JHHIII: You didn't exactly protect me, by stopping him from challenging me! You could have stopped him, by warning me he was there, but nooooooooooo, you didn't, you stood there and watched him do this and challenge me.

Simpson: Sir....

JHHIII: Stop sirring me Simpson! This is not good! This is not good at all, I will beat him, he will sulk and trying to kill me.

Simpson: Do you think Ms. Ryder would let her stable mate harm you? You two have built up a rapport and even though others do not see you are a wonderful talent, Ms. Ryder does.

JHHIII: She joined that crazy guy! She's now under his control Simpson. Have you never seen wrestling before? The group leader tells the others what to do, they do it to impress the group leader! She can't help me now. If he tells her to help kill me, she will have to!

James sighs.

Simpson: I don't think that is how it works Master James. Besides, you just gave Ms Ryder the best present she has ever had, do you really think she will bring harm to you if Mr Staggs tells her to?

James sits up on the bed, a sour look across his face.

JHHIII: If he tells her to, she will have to. She has no choice, it's how wrestling works.

Simpson: So if Synn told Despayre that he had to give you a wedgie, he would do it?

JHHIII: Yes! He would have to to impress Synn! That's how it works Simpson.

Simpson: Well I have your back sir and I believe Ms Jameson has had some dealings with Mr Staggs in the past, maybe she will be able to give you a stragedy to help you overcome this challenge. You see sir, Mr Staggs has a high price on his head should you be successful

JHHIII: Should I be successful?

Simpson: My apologizes sir, when you are successful

JHHIII: Much better.

Simpson: Here's how we must look at this match sir. Mr Staggs, although he has been strangely quiet in Sin City Wrestling, he has been very active in the NWA, stepping up this week to go for their world title. When you beat Mr Staggs, you will have defeated a gentleman who is at the top of his field. When you win, that should propel you to the top and you will be able to get a very big title shot. They may have to rethink their main event for Summer XXXtreme to put you in there, for defeating one of the best wrestlers in the world.

James rubs his chin, after the ego stroking that Simpson has handed out.

JHHIII: I could headline the next supercard when I beat Spike?

Simpson: Stranger things have happened

James smiles, the thoughts of him winning a title, headlining a supercard very fresh in his mind

JHHIII: Yeah! I can beat him then I can go on and go and win the heavyweight title at that supercard with a stupid name.

Simpson: That's the spirit sir!

JHHIII: Yes, yes it is, now go get me a drink, the last one fell out of my hand

Simpson: Of course sir.

Simpson nods and walks away

JHHIII: James Huntington-Hawkes, heavyweight champion of Sin City Wrestling. Sounds perfect!

James smiles as the scene fades out

Climax Control Archives / Back on TV and hanging with The Pimp Of The Nation

« on: July 02, 2012, 08:16:11 PM »

James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen with a huge smile on his face as he stands outside a beautiful looking house in the background. He looks at his watch, hanging from his wrist and his face changes from a smile to a look of impatience.

JHHIII: Where the hell is Simpson? He was meant to be here by now. By god if he hadn't been with my family for so many years, I would so fire his ass!

From James's right hand side, his man servant, slash bodyguard, Simpson appears, towering over James.

Simpson: My apologies for my tardiness master James, I was directing the truck to this side.

JHHIII: I told you to deal with the truck Simpson!

Simpson: I tried sir, but as you are the one sending this gift to Despayre to thank him for his help on getting you on television at Climax Control, it needed you to sign for it.

JHHIII: Fine!

James unhappy and sulky nature shines through as the the bleeps of a truck reversing towards James and Simpson. A white truck stops in front of them, and a man steps out of the drivers seat and walks to the back, opening the back of the truck and lifting up the roller shutter at the back, pushing it up high.

Simpson: I'm sure Mr Despayre will enjoy your gift sir.

JHHIII: It's not a gift, it's a payment, he did what I asked him to do, so he gets paid for it with all this stuff. It was a business thing, I don't owe him a damn thing, in fact, he and I need to talk about my Universal title that his bear stole from me.

Simpson: Yes sir, but today, you need to thank the people who helped you

James grits his teeth, unhappy at the thought of having to help or repay someone

JHHIII: Hmmmm if I have to.

James looks in the truck, stacked high with hundreds of bottles of cherry coke and huge bags of skittles, filling the huge truck to the bring. Closer to the front of the truck is a small wardrobe with Angel sized clothes and a small pair of sunglasses

JHHIII: Those sunglasses are designer, cost hundreds.

James says telling no one in particular

Simpson: Indeed. I'm sure master Angel will love them.

James stands next to the delivery driver, who hands him a form and a pen. James signs the form and hands it back to the delivery driver.

JHHIII: Have you got the picture?

Simpson: Yes I do sir.

Simpson hands James a picture of James, standing in a wrestling style pose. James takes the pen and signs it "Thanks for helping me get back on TV, I will repay your faith by being heavyweight champion one day, JHHIII"

JHHIII: God I felt dirty writing that.

James throws the signed picture in the truck and the driver pulls the roller shutter down, checking the door is locked and walks to the front of the truck, getting in and starting the engine. As the truck drives away, a limousine pulls up alongside James and Simpson.

Simpson: Ready to go to Michigan sir?

JHHIII: Yes, I am. That's one paid off, now to go deal with this other thing to say thank you.

Simpson opens up the door of the limo for James. James steps in to the limo and Simpson follows him in. The driver walks around, shutting the door behind them and the camera switches to inside the long car.

Simpson: It's a good thing you're doing here today, flying across America to do this for Miss Ryder

James sighs, a slight smile crossing his face

JHHIII: Ummm... yep!

The car starts to move away from James's residence, Simpson hands James a drink, lemonade in a glass, full of ice with a slice of fresh lemon.

Simpson: Enjoy sir

James takes a sip

JHHIII: Uh! Not fizzy enough Simpson! Make it more fizzy!

Simpson: As you wish sir

Simpson moves across the limo, the camera focusing on him. Simpson rolls back his big shoulders before shaking the bottle fast, giving the illusion of more "fizz". Simpson opens the bottle slightly, letting the gas out and pouring it in to the glass, full of ice and drops in a fresh lemon slice. Simpson turns around to James and hands it to him. James takes a sip

JHHIII: Much better Simpson

Simpson: Thank you sir.

JHHIII: Can I ask you something Simpson?

Simpson: Of course master James.

JHHIII: Was it me or did that delivery driver guy smell? I mean really stink

Simpson: His personal hygiene did leave a lot to be desired

JHHIII: Yeah, that's what I though.

The scene fades out to James looking very proud of himself

Hours later, Detroit, Michigan.

James and Simpson are seen exiting a car outside a TV studio, Simpson holding a briefcase

Simpson: Mr Richie is here sir

JHHIII: Oh thank god, I need to speak to him, and get the hell out of this place. No one in their sane mind would come to this place, people are not nice people here and this city just stinks. I mean I spoke to this guy once that spent a whole month there, who said he would never come back to this hell hole. Said the people talk to you in condescending tones, who just look out for themselves, then get mad when you decide not to talk to them anymore, even though they went back to this guy for a confidence boost, when they got dumped, than said something that hurt the guy, and were too blind to see they actually hurt the guy, then got grumpy years later that the guy doesn't wanna know them.

Simpson: Who said that?

JHHIII: Ah, some English guy I once knew, I'm sure he's over it by now.

Simpson nods at James as he walks towards the door of the studio. Simpson opens the door for James and James walks through. Simpson walks over to the desk and talks to the receptionist, pointing at James, then to the door with Studio written on it. After a few seconds, Simpson nods and walks back to James.

Simpson: This way sir.

James smiles and Simpson leads him through the door saying studio, where a sound check is seen going on. Musicians move across the stage, and the sounds of twanging guitars being tuned. A man sits in the middle of the stage, playing a guitar, James and Simpson move towards him and stop in front of him, the man looks up to be shown as Kid Rock. He smiles towards James and Simpson

Kid Rock: Bieber, what the hell are you doing here man?

James grinds his teeth, unhappy with the name he's been called.

JHHIII: I'm not Bieber, it's me, James Huntington-Hawkes III

Kid Rock: No shit, you guys look alike after a couple of beers

JHHIII: I look nothing like him, nothing, nothing, nothing!

Kid Rock laughs as James stomps his feet on the ground

Kid Rock: Chill J, I'm just fucking with ya man, I knew it was you, I recognized Simpson, how you doing man?

Simpson: Very well Mr Rock, how are you?

Kid Rock: Still chillin' man. What brings you guys to this place? Bit low brow for you J.

JHHIII: I need a favor Kid.

Kid Rock: Get up here man, too much noise going on for me to hear your ompa lompa voice.

James mumbles something and step up on stage, lifting a microphone from the stool next to Kid Rock, holding it and sitting down.

Kid Rock: So what ya need little buddy?

JHHIII: Ok, so I had to start a campaign to get on TV...

Kid Rock: For SCW, yeah, I've seen it.

JHHIII: Right, and now I owe someone, something big to say thank you and she's a massive fan

Kid Rock: Is she hot?

James nods.

Kid Rock: Simo, is she hot?

Kid Rock looks at James.

Kid Rock: Not saying you don't know hot, but Simpson is a man of the world, and you still got a shit load of traveling still to do. So Simo?

Simpson: She is very fetching.

Kid Rock: Who is it?

JHHIII: Odette Ryder.

Kid Rock: Oh yeah, she's hot man. Most of those bombshell chicks have got it going on, big time. Tell me more.

JHHIII: Basically, it's her birthday, and I figured if I threw some cash at you, promised you a night hanging with the bombshells, you might wanna help me out?

Kid Rock arches his eyebrow

Kid Rock: So I show up, meet this chick, say happy birthday, maybe sing and I get to hang with the Bombshells?

JHHIII: Right, plus some cash in your pocket.

Kid Rock: Well because it's you and I get to hang with those hot pieces of ass, I think I can do it for 10.

JHHIII: 10 sounds fine

Kid Rock: Where am I heading?

JHHIII: Malibu, California, on the 15th July, on Climax Control.

James looks towards Simpson who opens the briefcase taking out a wad of notes, bundled together. Simpson hands it to James.

Kid Rock: I love Malibu in the summer, bikini babes everywhere.

James hands the bundled together notes to Kid Rock.

JHHIII: Five now, five on the 15th.

Kid Rock runs his thumb through the notes

Kid Rock: Like getting paid man, you better be giving me the use of that private bird you got sitting on that runway, ready to take you back off to somewhere hotter and a little less common.

JHHIII: You can use the plane. Just let me know where you are and when you wanna hit Malibu and we'll sort something out.

Kid Rock: All good little man.

JHHIII: Hey Rock, think we can get a pic together? Something for my fans on twitter, your fans too.

Kid Rock: I don't update my own twitter, too many punks on there wanting to pull you down cause you're doing something they can't, but whatever you want man.

James takes his phone out of his pocket, tweeting "Is at a show rehearsal for someone in Michigan.... why am I here? I'm gonna tweet a pic, @odette_ryder is gonna be sooooooo jealous". James hands his phone to Simpson and Simpson steps back, holding the phone up towards James and Kid Rock. Quickly snapping a picture and handing it back to James.

JHHIII: That's an awful picture Simpson! Take a better one!

James rages towards Simpson, as Kid Rock looks strangely at James but Simpson casually takes the phone and steps back again, taking another picture of James and Kid Rock, before handing the phone back to James.

JHHIII: Much better

James takes the phone in both hands and starts to type in a message saying "@odette_ryder for getting me on TV, I'm getting you a birthday present. Someone to sing for you" with a link with a picture attached

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Kid Rock: So what's the deal with the hair, thought you had it shorter

JHHIII: It grew out, it will be short in time for Climax Control

Kid Rock: Gotta look your best if you're gonna be around all those fine ass chicks

JHHIII: Yes, but they already love me, because I'm awesome.

Kid Rock smiles and nods

Kid Rock: Whatever you say. You sticking around for the show?

JHHIII: Can't, I gotta get back to California, I gotta train for this match, I'm so gonna win it, but I need to train.

Kid Rock: Well good luck with that James.

JHHIII: Thanks, make sure you watch it.

Kid Rock: Oh I'll be glued to the TV.

James stands up, replacing the microphone and shaking Kid Rock's hand. Kid Rock nods at him and James steps off the stage.

JHHIII: See you on the 15th.

Kid Rock points towards James and he and Simpson start to walk away, Simpson carrying the briefcase. They make their way through the reception area, Simpson nodding politely to the receptionist, as James moves towards the door. He waits for Simpson to open the door and the two walk outside, conversing while they wait for the driver, to open the car door.

Simpson: That went very well sir. I don't know why Mr Richie gets so much bad press, he seems like the perfect gentleman to me.

JHHIII: Doesn't matter, he will be there and once again, I prove I'm awesome and so damn rich, I can make anything happen.

Simpson: Indeed sir.

The driver opens the door and James and Simpson step in. The driver shuts the door behind them and returns to the drivers seat. The engine fires up and car pulls aways.

Just an hour later, on the private jet of James Huntington-Hawkes III. The inside of a Learjet 60 is seen...

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James and Simpson walk on to the plane and take a seat on opposite sides of the aisle, sitting down on the comfortable white leather.

JHHIII: Let's get this bird in the air, it's time to get back to some place.... cleaner.

Simpson: When we return to California sir, we must focus on your match. The people wanted you there on television and you need to impress them.

James looks across at Simpson, glaring at him

JHHIII: Don't be so stupid! Of course I'm going to impress, I mean look who they've put me in the ring against? I expected to get a title shot or something because I'm James Huntington-Hawkes III! I should have been at least given a former champion to beat, but noooooooo, they gave me two guys who couldn't win a game of cards with a five year old! They gave me two invisible men to face off against, no one with an inch of credibility, a convict and a nobody.

Simpson: Sir, Bobby Cage defeated that monster Damon Synn a while ago, Damon was a monster, and he's not been seen since.

JHHIII: I don't care Simpson, Bobby Cage is a crook, a low down criminal, a nothing, a no one, never done anything worth while in his life. He deserves to be behind bars because he's a leech on society, not good enough to do anything legal, so he has to take what other people have by force. It's because he doesn't have the skills or intelligence to be anything other than a crook. People with tattoos like he has, are known to be a little slower then any normal person. All he wants is a heavyweight title but he will never win a heavyweight title, I will win one before he ever does, he's a low life, he doesn't deserve to be paid by SCW or any other company, he deserves to be locked up and not in my ring. He even dresses like a slob, the man has no style, no class, nowhere near in my league. The guy is garbage, never gonna be as good as me in his life. He's talentless and shouldn't be in this place. This place should be full of people like me. Young, talented, and just amazing.

Simpson: Yes sir

JHHIII: And as for that Adam Smith. Who the hell is he? He's been given more chances than I have, which is a mistake in itself, but he's blown every chance his ever had and now he thinks he has a chance against me? He's been in this sport for ages and hasn't won a top title. I'm eighteen and I will have a title by the time I'm nineteen and will have a heavyweight title before I get to the age of twenty. This guy has been around for years and never had one. This guy is a joke, a joke, not a very funny joke, but a joke none the less.

Simpson: He has a lot of explosive moves in his arsenal master James.

JHHIII: Well so do I know, Ashley Jameson has taught me how to wrestle better than half the roster. I know how to wrestle, anything Smith can do, trust me, I can do a million times better. He can put on a headlock, I can make mine look better. He can do a DDT, I can make it look so much better. See, this guy apparently works hard, but no one knows who he is. I work hard and everyone knows me, I hang with Floyd Mayweather and Kid Rock, he knows no one. I bet he's sitting there, bitter and twisted and when he see me and how talented I am, he's bound to be more jealous because I'm so damn good and he's now. I will be a champion before him, by years. Do you know why Simpson?

Simpson: Why is that?

JHHIII: Because I'm James Huntington-Hawkes III, and that means I am better than all these people Simpson. I am the best in Sin City Wrestling. I am James.... Huntington.... Hawkes.... The Third!

The roar of the Learjet engine is heard as the scene fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Ugh, what a waste of time

« on: March 12, 2012, 01:22:03 PM »

The scene starts with an angry looking James Huntington-Hawkes III staring at his man servant slash bodyguard, Simpson.

JHHIII: Are you serious Simpson? A freaking hotel? They are booking me, in a freaking hotel? I came here to fight in the best places they have to offer up and down my home state and they put us on a show in a hotel? What about the arenas? What about the stadium? Why this stupid hotel? I will never be a wrestling legend if I keep fighting in places like this.

Simpson: Sir, this is a great hotel. It boasts a gym, a swimming pool, fantasic rooms at reasonable prices.

JHHIII: Screw reasonable prices, do you know how much money I have? Enough to buy this place.... hell, I have enough to buy this entire county.

Simpson: Indeed sir

JHHIII: This whole poor excuse for a venue is a prime example why SCW need to step up their game. Did you see last weeks show Simpson? It was hardly inspiring, hardly any promotional work from these lazy peasents. These people need to show some pride, but noooooo, they couldn't even do that. This is why they have booked me, a future heavyweight champion, a future legend in this business to save this poor excuse for a company.

Simpson: Yes sir

JHHIII: Then they ruin it by booking a freaking wedding! Who cares that some chick who signs asses, is marrying some crazy guy?

Simpson: I take it you never got and invitation master James?

JHHIII: I didn't want to go anyway. It will be full of low life trash who's only contribution to anything is learning to burp the alphabet. Disgraceful

Simpson: Yes sir.

JHHIII: To make things worse, these apparent superstar bosses decide to put me, opening the show against some moron from England with bad teeth and worse body odour, who couldn't beat a cat it a big sack with a stick. I'm becoming slightly ashamed to be a part of this company, it's just wrong. I should be at the top of this place, based on the fact that I am better then all these apparent superstars. This place is just pointless at times, they let a teddy bear steal my title! We need to sort that situation, cause I don't want a freaking teddy bear holding my gold!

Simpson: Quite sir

JHHIII: It's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!

James stamps his feet and pouts towards Simpson

JHHIII: Wrong!

Simpson: We shall sort that situation out post haste sir, but first, maybe we should enter the hotel and meet Ms. Jameson for a training session

JHHIII: Do I really have to put my feet in this place. It might carry the Hilton name, but Hilton hotels are so ten years ago

Simpson: Indeed we must sir

JHHIII: Fine!

Simpson: And then sir, you need to think about Matthew Kennedy

JHHIII: Screw Matthew Kennedy, that guy shouldn't be in the ring with me, He's lucky to still have a job here, he doesn't deserve to be anywhere near me. All he can do is try and scare referees but he doesn't scare me. He's a bitch Simpson, a bitch with no talent for wrestling, no talent for even working at one of those fast food, greasy places with those spotty kids. I'd have more competition fighting a five year old. This guy is terrible, I mean absolutely terrible. He can't beat an egg and he can't beat me. Nothing to worry about at all. I'm confident I can beat this loser and still have time to get home and beat some idiots on Call Of Duty or something. Now let's go in this place before I change my mind

James stamps his feet and the camera angle widens to show the front of the Hilton Inn. James and Simpson walk towards the entrance of the hotel. A little while later, the camera shows a very well equiped gym with a ring set up just for SCW stars to work out in during their visits. James is seen on the ring apron

JHHIII: Where is she Simpson?

Simpson: She will be here sir.

JHHIII: She better hurry...

From the corner of the camera shot, Ashley Jameson appears, wearing tight spandex shorts and tight top. James mouth opens widely as he looks at her. Ashley jumps on the ring apron and looks across at James before bending through the ropes, James watching every inch of the bend, his eyes wide. James turns around and looks at Simpson, jumping off the ring apron and whispers something to Simpson. Simpson nods and James heads towards the locker room holding his midsection.

Simpson: Mr Hawkes is going to need a minute.

Ashley nods and Simpson smiles as he turns back to the camera and it fades outs

Climax Control Archives / A Canadian? Seriously Guys!?!

« on: January 24, 2012, 11:35:19 AM »

A gym is seen in the main part of the shot, a ring set up in the middle. James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen wearing sweat pants, standing outside of the ring, his bodyguard, slash servant, Simpson is seen standing next to him

JHHIII: Why have you brought me to this terrible, smelly, disgusting place Simpson? I'm rich, I can train anywhere I want, why here?

Simpson: Sir, this is where we get to meet Ms Jameson. We have to get you prepared for your match on Climax control against that irritating wrestler, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.

James sighs

JHHIII: I want my title back first, that teddy bear stole it, and the crazy man helped him!

Simpson: Sadly sir, there will be no rematch for that title now, we will have to focus our attention elsewhere.

James kicks out at the ring.

JHHIII: But it's my title Simpson! I brought it here! It was mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Simpson: I fear sir that if we take care of Mr Evans, we will be on course for a Sin City Wrestling title in the near future.

JHHIII: We better be Simpson or... or...

James stutters

JHHIII: Or there will be hell to pay!

Simpson: We need to focus on Blaque Hart sir. Did you happen to catch what he had to say about you?

JHHIII: I heard him, but the guy is an idiot. It's simple Simpson, you can not teach the level of stupidness that Evans has reached. I'm surprised the bumbling idiot has even won a match in his life. Those list of achievements, compared to his promotional skills, seem a little off. I think he made them all up. I think he's a big baby!

Simpson turns his head, supressing a smile

JHHIII: He thinks I'm bad, but he's worse. I've watched everyone in Sin City Wrestling, and he is by far the worst wrestler here! I don't think he's a wrestler at all Simpson, I think this guy is stealing a living impersonating a wrestler, and he doesn't even do a good job at that. He's like Canadian money, worthless with absolutely no value! All he does is seem to moan because he can't win. He couldn't beat an egg Simpson! The man is a discrace to all things wrestling. I'm only eighteen and I know more about wrestling then he does, and he looks like he's been stealing a living from wrestling for a hundred years. He gets shoved to the back cause he sucks Simpson!

Simpson: Indeed sir, but you are not experienced in this field.

JHHIII: I am! I've played video games with fighting in since I could walk Simpson! It already makes me better then this poor excuse for a wrestler! I am going to beat him with no problem. He'll be too busy moaning about referees screwing him over to see me kick his ass. If he thinks one day he will win the heavyweight title, he really must be Canadian. Those Canadians are very slow people Simpson.

Simpson: So I've heard sir.

JHHIII: He said the company is going down Simpson, can you believe him! People call me an ass, but this guy...

Simpson supresses another laugh and the urge to respond

JHHIII: I'm here, it will never go down, cause I am real money Simpson, I can lift anything, everyone will pay to see me, because I am the best, the best of all the wrestling world. This roster may fade in comparason to me, but Evans is the worst of them all.

Simpson: I believe he is digging his own grave with his comments to the office, without the correct information. If one took the time to know his enemies, he would see that Mr Ward is not the brother of Matt Ward, he would know it's his cousin, and both he and Mr Underwood are more respected in the ring then he seems to think. I feel if he wants respect, then he has to earn it by doing his job and stop niggling at the office. Respect isn't given, it's earned. I also fear his shoot style of promos will encourage others to do the same towards him.

JHHIII: What's a shoot promo?

Simpson: It's when one disguises his true feelings, by putting it in character sir.

JHHIII: So saying what you really think of people?

Simpson: Indeed sir.

JHHIII: Oh, ok.

James pauses for a second

JHHIII: So me saying Blaque Hart is a boring dick with nothing special about him, is a shoot?

Simpson: If you mean it

JHHIII: Ok, we will consider that a shoot then Simpson.

Simpson: Very good sir.

JHHIII: Yes it is.... now where is this trainer of mine Simpson? You arranged this, and this old hag hasn't shown up.

Simpson: Far from a hag sir.

A coughing sound is heard behind them, and both Simpson and James turn around to see a woman standing there.

Simpson: Mr Huntington-Hawkes, let me introduce you to Miss Ashley Jameson.

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James stares opened mouth at his new trainer, before turning to Simpson

JHHIII: Good job Simpson

The camera fades out

Character Building Roleplays / I want my title back! And a new PS3 controller!

« on: December 22, 2011, 04:12:57 PM »

A huge flatscreen television is seen, at least seventy inches big. A war game flashes on the screen, soliders falling to bullets and grenades. The camera moves out a little to see James Huntington-Hawkes sitting in front of it, an set of ipod earbuds rest in his ears, as he holds a Playstation 3 controller in his hand

JHHIII: Die! Die! Die! I said die you Nazi!

James continues to focus at the screen, while out of the corner of the shot, Simpson, James's butlet slash bodyguard is seen walking towards him, holding a tray with a drink on it. He places it down on a table next to James and tries to get the young man's attention.

Simpson: Sir... Sir...

Not having much luck in his attempts to shake the young man from his focus, or the music blasting down his ears...

Simpson: They don't pay me enough for this.

Simpson puts a hand on James's shoulder, causing him to jump up. James furiously rips the earbuds away from his ears, throwing down the controller.

JHHIII: Simpson you idiot! You just made me die on that game! It's all your fault that a German killed me!

Simpson: I do apologize master James, but I have brought you your afternoon refreshment.

James glares down at the drink, picking it up and taking a gulp before throwing it down on to the table, causing some to spill.

JHHIII: Too much ice! You know I only like five cubes, no more, no less, and clean that mess up!

Simpson sighs as he walks away, picking up a the drink as he turns to walk away. He walks out of shot and James picks up the controller again, pressing a button down, with no response from the game system.

JHHIII: SIMPSON!

James yells out, bellowing across the big room. Simpson returns seconds later, a cloth in his hand and wipes over the table, removing the liquid of the spilled drink.

Simpson: You yelled master James?

JHHIII: I called Simpson, not yelled, called

James's voice turns quiet with anger.

JHHIII: This stupid controller doesn't work anymore, I want a new one, I want you to go get me a new one right away.

Simpson: Yes sir

JHHIII: Before you do that, I want you to get on the telephone to that Underwood guy, that, that, that throwback from the eighties rock era and demand that he gets my title back from that bear, that thing cost me thousands of dollars out of my own money.

Simpson turns away from James, a smile on his big face. Simpson straightens his bowtie and turns back to James.

Simpson: Master James, I have already spoken to Mr Underwood about this matter while we finalized your Sin City Wrestling contract, Mr Underwood has agreed to meet with you on the next show, but as we're on the subject of wrestling, I thought maybe...

James looks at Simpson, his eyes narrowed.

JHHIII: I don't pay you to think Simpson, I pay you to do!

Simpson: Yes sir, but this contract is to wrestle.

JHHIII: I know, first I'm going to take back my Universal title from that bear, then I'm going to beat everyone and win that heavyweight title and be famous around the world, without people thinking I'm that stupid singer! I can sing better then him anyway!

Simpson turns away again, raising his eyebrow before turning back to James.

Simpson: But sir, you've never had any wrestling training.

JHHIII: How hard can it be? I've watched the show, they all suck, especially those really big guys, they suck, I don't. I'm rich, no rich man sucks, or they wouldn't be rich!

Simpson: A valid point indeed sir

Simpson shakes his head as James turns away but stops as James turns back.

Simpson: Maybe we should find you someone to help advance your training then young James, help you refine your craft and be better then everyone.

JHHIII: I don't need someone like that Simpson.

Simpson: But sir, think of the possibilities, this person could teach you so many things, you might be able to wrestle in your sleep, no one has been able to do that.

James smiles and nods.

JHHIII: I can be the first!

Simpson: Indeed sir. I met a very nice young lady at the show last week, a Ms Jameson, she was visiting friends and used to be a wrestler. I think she'd make a fine teacher.

JHHIII: A woman? No! I don't need to be taught by some girl!

Simpson: Sir, this young lady is very talented, I looked her up, she can teach you how to be a champion in your sleep. You want to be able to wrestle in your sleep, don't you?

JHHIII: I do, I want to be the first.

Simpson: Then you should consider this.

JHHIII: Make it happen.

Simpson: Yes master James.

Simpson turns around and starts to walk off, but James yells out.

JHHIII: And don't forget that controller!

The scene fades out

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