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.
