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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

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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


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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.

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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

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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

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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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