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
