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
