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James Huntington-Hawkes III stand in his bedroom, watching Simpson putting clothes in to a suitcase. The camera moves in to a walk in closet, with long rows of clothes lining each wall. Underneath the row of clothes is a stand for shoes. About one hundred pairs of shoes in all different styles line the walls. James strolls through the closet, pulling a thick, fur lined jacket off the wall.
JHHIII: How about this Simpson?
Simpson puts his head in to the closest, looking at the jacket James is holding up in front of him. Simpson shakes his head
Simpson: I don't think you will need it sir. South America, even through March and April, is a very warm continent.
JHHIII: Wait... I'm going to be there in April too?
Simpson: Indeed sir, the announced dates went up until April twenty eighth.
James stomps his feet.
JHHIII: I don't want to be in South America for six weeks Simpson! There's snakes, spiders, rapid dogs and tree there, lots of trees.
Simpson: You mean rain forests sir?
JHHIII: I mean trees, lots of trees. I don't even want to go to the first stop on the tour, I mean Caracas, Venezuela? Who in their right mind would ever want to go to a place like that!?
Simpson: It's a very popular city sir. It has nearly three million people in the city, has some fantastic history, lots of places of culture.
JHHIII: Blah, blah, blah! Aren't you just a walking Wikipedia?
Simpson: Thank you sir.
JHHIII: It wasn't a compliment Simpson!
Simpson sighs and picks up a T-shirt from the side near where he is standing before leaving the closet. James looks along the row of shoes, picking out three pairs of shoes and placing them on top of the polished wooden shoe rack. Simpson returns to the room and moves towards the shoes, looking at James' choices.
Simpson: Are you sure on these Master James?
James looks up at Simpson, his eyes focused in on his man servant.
JHHIII: Why would I put them out there if I didn't want to take them? What would be the point? I'll tell you the point Simpson, IF THERE WAS ONE!
Simpson nods and picks up the shoes, piling them on top of each other.
JHHIII: Careful with those things Simpson! They cost more money than you make in a....
James stops to think about it for a second.
JHHIII: Week...
James curls his lower lip downwards.
JHHIII: Do not tell anyone how well I pay you Simpson, or the rest of the staff will want a pay rise and that just won't do.
Simpson: As you wish sir.
Simpson carries the shoes out of the room and to the bedroom. The camera stays on James who turns to browse suits. Simpson returns to the closet and stands behind James.
Simpson: Which evening attire would you like Master James?
James looks up at Simpson, slightly confused by the question.
JHHIII: Why would I want evening attire?
James points at the suits hanging up.
JHHIII: Do these countries even have high class dining or Michelin starred chefs and restaurants? They have food stands by the side of the road, with flies and stuff buing around there. Maybe we should take our own chef with us, just to make sure and fly stuff to the dire countries from here so they we don't catch something there.
Simpson: If you wish sir, I could arrange for Chef Henri to accompany us on this journey.
JHHIII: Good. Tell him to bring enough things for all the time we're in those god forsaken hell holes and tell him to leave his wife and kids at home and when we return, I will give him every third Sunday off.
Simpson runs his fingers over his bald head.
Simpson: I shall do my very best sir. Would you like a suit just in case you are asked to a big event?
JHHIII: Simpson, every event is big because I'm there.
Simpson turns away from James, stifling a laugh.
JHHIII: Simpson! Don't turn away from me when I'm talking! That's just rude of you!
Simpson: My apologies sir. Would you like one just in case?
James runs his hand across the suits, pulling down a black one with light blue shirt and red tie and a silver one with a white shirt and silver tie. He hands them to Simpson.
JHHIII: I like this system Simpson.
Simpson: What system sir?
JHHIII: Every suit having it's own shirt and tie. It shows class rather than these poor people who have one tie they try to make work with everything.
Simpson nods at James and moves the suits in to the other room. James follows Simpson in to the other room and looks at the suitcases on the bed.
JHHIII: That should be enough Simpson. If I need anything else, we'll call the housekeeper to send them over to whatever horrible place I'm in.
Simpson: As you wish sir.
A thumping knock on the door is heard from the distance.
Simpson: You'll have to excuse me sir.
James flicks his hand towards the door and Simpson moves out of door and towards the hall.
JHHIII: Whoever this is, this better be important. Security don't let in just anyone.
A cackling sound is heard coming from an intercom system. Simpson's voice is heard coming through clearly.
Simpson: Sir, Mr Staggs is here to see you
James walks over to the wall and leans against it, his thumb presses down on the intercom button on the wall.
JHHIII: Which one? There's million of them in SCW.
Simpson: Mr Erik Staggs sir, your boss.
JHHIII: Oh.
James straightens up a little.
JHHIII: Take him to the bar room Simpson and get Mr Staggs a drink. I will be down in a few minutes.
Simpson: As you wish sir.
JHHIII: Ok, meeting the new boss. Well, my new boss, my new out and out boss. I can do this.
James straightens up, breathes deeply and leaves the room.
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A bar setting is seen, with a long oak bar, with working beer taps, a pool table, games machine, a slot machine, a stage and three wide screen televisions. Tables and chairs are set up all around, as well as barstools along the bar. Upon these stools, Erik Staggs sits, with Simpson behind the bar, placing a beer on a napkin on the bar.
Erik: His own bar?
Simpson: Yes Mr Staggs. When Master James and Mr Di Luca were trying to party on many occasions, Master James was denied access to local bars who had a very strict over twenty one policy, not even Mr Di Luca's influence could get him inside these establishments so Master James decided to build his own bar in his home.
Erik grips his fingers around the beer bottle.
Erik: Kids with money will do anything, huh?
Simpson: So it would seem Mr Staggs.
James walks in to the bar, his Roulette title proudly around his waist, and sits next to Erik, looking at Simpson.
JHHIII: Get me a beer Simpson!
Simpson: Are you sure that's wise sir?
JHHIII: It's my bar Simpson, you will do as you're told!
Simpson: If you insist sir.
Simpson turns around, bending towards a fridge and lifting out a beer, using a bottle opener attached to the bar to pop the cap off. He places down a napkin in front of James and puts the beer on to the napkin. James picks up the beer and takes a huge gulp. James puts the bottle down, his face changing to a sour look.
JHHIII: I don't know how anyone can drink this stuff!
James looks at Erik raising his bottle and his face changes to a serious look.
JHHIII: No offense Mr Staggs.
Erik: None taken James. It's a nice place you have here, maybe this should be our official headquarters for Team Erik meetings. What do you say?
JHHIII: Uh, sure, it can be arranged.
James looks at Simpson.
JHHIII: Arrange it Simpson!
Simpson: I will make a note to do so sir.
JHHIII: Good, now go and clean some glasses or something.
Simpson nods and walks away from James and Erik. James looks at Erik, slightly nervously shifting in his seat.
Erik: Don't look so uncomfortable James. Team Erik is about unity, about strength, you have no need to be nervous around me or any of your new comrades.
JHHIII: Some of them make me nervous.
Erik: No need to be.
JHHIII: Oh good. What do I owe the pleasure of you dropping by unannounced?
Erik: I saw that silly little Twitter thing with you and Thatcher Rex and I came to speak to you about it.
JHHIII: Thatcher Rex is a loser, I beat that guy already.
Erik: You did, and it was very creative, my hat is off to you. Also a very wise move to have a plan B. I like that about you James, you seem to always have a plan B. Tell me, what is your plan B on Sunday?
JHHIII: Well it was to have you call off the match, tell them no, I'm not doing it, I've beat that loser once and Christian shouldn't be signing matches because of someone cries because they couldn't beat me. It's the only reason he's getting a rematch, because he cried like a baby on Twitter to his little friends to bash SCW.
Erik: Sadly James, I can not stop that match. Christian signed it before I could even make a move. It was announced to the world very quickly.
James lowers his eyebrows staring at Erik.
JHHIII: So there is nothing you can do to stop this animal trying to take my title? Did you see what he did to Simpson? He should never be allowed another title shot ever, ever, ever because of that! Ever Mr Staggs! Ever!
James looks irate
Erik: I did and there may well be some retribution because of this, but as it stands, you will be facing Thatcher Rex on Sunday in Venezuela.
JHHIII: I don't wanna fight that big baby again! All he did was cry like a little girl because I out smarted him! I was cleverer than he was and he cried about it! He hasn't earned a rematch! You should be marching up to Christian and telling him no! I work for you now and you have to agree to this.
Erik: Christian has Hot Stuff's backing, when Christian signed it, a drug induced Mark Ward, probably high as a kite on medication after that painful ass whooping he took at the hands of Billy James quickly agreed to the match, but you're seeing this from the wrong side James.
JHHIII: I am?
Erik: You are.
JHHIII: How so?
Erik: Think of it like this. If... no once you beat Thatcher Rex, then no amount of taking to social media and crying will get him a shot. You will have a two to zero record against him. He will be done chasing you and will have to go right back to the bottom of the pack. He will have to start down low, which for a man like Thatcher Rex, will break him. He'll have nowhere to go and probably cry off in to the crowd with the rest of the ex SCW stars who didn't have the balls and the drive to make. You, James Huntington-Hawkes.... The third, could made that happen. You could make Thatcher Rex disappear.
JHHIII: Back to sitting in his retirement old man's home playing with his dinosaurs?
Erik nods, with a very serious look on his face.
Erik: Yes James. You could be responsible for getting rid of Thatcher Rex.
An excited look jumps on to James' face as he rubs his hands together. He looks up at Erik Staggs with a grin on his face.
JHHIII: James Huntington-Hawkes III, The man who rid the world of the last ever dinosaur.
Erik nods slowly
Erik: I will drink to that.
Erik raises his bottle to James, who looks confused for a second, but quickly figures out what Erik is doing. James picks up hit bottle and knocks it against Erik's bottle. Both men drink but once again, James' face turns sour.
JHHIII: I'll be right back.
James hops off the bar stool and disappears. Erik holds his beer before his face, the top about an inch from his mouth. He looks at Simpson.
Erik: Do I know how to motivate or what?
Simpson: You are indeed a puppet master sir.
Erik: Yes I am Simpson, yes I am.
Simpson nods in agreement as a smirk crosses Erik's face as the camera fades to darkness