Simpson: So how is he doing?
Outside of a makeshift ring in a gym, somewhere in Beverly Hills, California, James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen in the ring with another man. James lifts the other man in the the air with a back body drop. Outside the ring, loyal man servant Simpson and James' trainer, Ashley Jameson converse
Ashley: Better than when you first brought him to me, he can actually string more than two moves together now.
Simpson: Is master James ready for High Stakes II?
Ashley: At this point, he could have been better if he had more matches but I think he might suprise some people in this match.
Simpson: I hope so. Master James wants a title, any title more than anyone in SCW. I don't think even Spike Staggs wants the heavyweight title more than Master James wants this roulette championship.
Ashley rolls her eyes
Ashley: Oh Spike wants that title, to feed his ego. Trust me, I know Spike
Simpson: Yes Ms Jameson.
James leans over the ropes and looks down at Ashley and Simpson.
JHHIII: Why the hell are we in the smelly gym when we could be working out in a better gym than this? We could be fighting in places that doesn't smell like cat pee.
Ashley: Hey! Did I say you could stop working? We're here because not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
JHHIII: Mine was platinum
Ashley: Back to work!
James kicks the bottom rope and turns around, walking directly in to a superkick from the unknown opponent.
Simpson: Master James, if you can't handle this gentlemen, how are you going to handle facing Goth and Argento?
This seems to spur James on as he wipes his lips and gets back to his feet. The man charges at James, who ducks under a clothesline and nails the man in the back with a sloppy looking one footed dropkick, sending the man through the ropes. James raises his arms and runs around the ring with his arms in the air.
JHHIII: Champioooooooooooooooooooon
Ashley shakes her head
Ashley: You won't be if you don't put the effort in to win. You'll be losing to people like Hope Heelcum.
James stomps his feet as he leans over the ropes, looking down at Ashley.
JHHIII: I beat Hope twice! I won, I won, I won!
Simpson: You did sir, but at High Stakes II, you will be facing much tougher opposition. A man like Goth is not an easy task.
JHHIII: I'll still win.
The man sneaks back in the ring and pulls James down in to a schoolboy pin. Ashley taps the outside of the ring
Ashley: One, two, three.
The man gets up and James lays on the floor, pounding his fists in to the canvas, kicking his feet at the same time.
JHHIII: No, no, no, no, no!
Ashley: Get up you little girl!
JHHIII: I am not a little girl!
Ashley: You're acting like one!
JHHIII: I am not!
Ashley: Just get up and start again.
James pounds the mat once more and gets to his feet. James turns to the man and quickly takes him off of his feet with a spear to his upper leg, slightly off from where a spear should hit.
Ashley: I think we've found what makes James step his game up
Simpson: What's that Ms Jameson?
Ashley: Calling him a little girl
Simpson can't help but smile but catches James glancing towards him.
JHHIII: I heard that!
Ashley: You was meant to Princess
James growls and gets to his feet, kicking the man in his side.
Ashley: Anyone can kick someone when they're down. How about you try something else Cinderella.
James fires a look towards Ashley but Ashley smiles back. James looks at the ropes and starts to climb up to the top
Simpson: This could be disastrous
Ashley: Took the thoughts right out of my mind Simpson
Simpson: Should we stop him?
Ashley turns to Simpson with a smile, shaking her head and James jumps off the ropes, landing a big splash on the man on the canvas. James springs to his feet with his arms in the air.
JHHIII: YEAAAAH!
Ashley: What was that?
Simpson: I believe it was an attempted big splash.
Ashley: Attempted being the right word.
Simpson: There is indeed room for improvement
JHHIII: What do you mean? That was the perfect splash. Superfly couldn't have done better than that! I should use that as my new finishing move cause I'm awesome at it!
Ashley: Don't run before you can walk. That was the sloppiest big splash I have ever seen in my life. If you want that as your finishing move, you better make it look a damn sight better than it did just then, cause that was awful.
JHHIII: That was not awful! That was spectacular!
Ashley: You need to wipe the crap out of your eyes James, cause that was not that good
James sighs as he leans on the ropes, looking down at Ashley.
JHHIII: Are we done yet? Cause I have a Halloween party to go to tonight and it takes time to get ready.
Ashley: Are you joking? You haven't even practiced your promo skills yet. Being a wrestler isn't just about jumping around in the ring, you need to be able to connect with people in the crowd
JHHIII: The common people?
Ashley: Common or not, they're the people who come to see you.
JHHIII: Who do I talk to about getting a better class of people coming to see me? Rather than the beer swilling, tattooed, ass hanging out of their way too small denim jeans people that come to SCW shows. We need to speak to someone about this. If I'm going to be their champion, I want to represent the upper class people.
Ashley: You wasn't dropped on your head as a kid, you was bounced like a basketball. Doesn't matter who pays, as long as they pay.
JHHIII: Yeah, whatever, can I go now, this is boring and again, I have a party to go to.
Ashley: Not until you work on those promo skills. Look at me, I'm the camera, act as if you're talking about your match against Goth and Argento
JHHIII: Fine!
James looks upset as he brushes his hair back from his face and looks at Ashley.
JHHIII: I don't get what goes through the mind of some people. I mean they get a chance to use greatness on television, and they put this greatness in a match against a clown and a moron. I don't know who to speak about first, the clown or the moron. Ashley, what one should I talk about first?
Ashley: Does it matter?
JHHIII: I guess not, I mean they're both losers anyway. I think I'll start with the moron first. That would be you Argento. You are like the biggest idiot in the world. Dude, you called yourself Argento cause it means silver? Hello, silver means second, not first like I'm gonna be but second. Did you pick that names just to have some stupid headline like "silver wins gold?" cause that's so lame. Like one of the lamest things I've ever heard, and I know some pretty lame people but that is like super lame. Silver isn't a winner Argento, silver is, and will always be second, not good enough, close but not winning like I'm gonna be. No one remembers the losers, no one remembers who came second, no one and that's the thing that's gonna happen with you, cause you're so not winning this match loser, because you are a total loser. You plan to finish second with a name like that, you never plan to win, you plan to always lose. Well I'm glad you planned it cause I'm gonna make it happen loser.... how am I doing?
Ashley: Stop talking about the silver bit and second, come on, give me something else here. Also James, his name IS Argento, it's his real name
JHHIII: No pleasing you. Ugh! Anyway, Argento moron. It really doesn't matter what your name is, but I'm gonna send you back to that third world country called Italy
Simpson: Sir, Italy is not a third world country.
JHHIII: It is when you compare it to my wealth. Can I get on with this? Cause I really wanna be finished and this gym stinks.
Simpson: Carry on sir.
JHHIII: I guess I must be one of those jealous haters you don't like Argento, but here's something for you, I don't care. I know you're not talented, I know you're not good enough to lace my very expensive boots. I'm gonna make very short work of you, because you're not good enough to be in the ring with me. I'm James Huntington-Hawkes III, and you're not. It's easy to figure out. I'm better than you, so therefore, I will beat you. I know you're probably not good at math either coming from Italy. Italian's are not exactly smart. I mean Columbus was Italian, he went out looking for India, found America. You will be able to related to that soon, because you came out looking for gold, and ended up finding nothing. How's that?
Simpson: Historical reference, very witty sir.
JHHIII: Thank you Simpson.
Ashley looks at Simpson
Ashley: It wasn't that good.
Simpson shrugs as James continues
JHHIII: The only reason you're in this match Argento is to make me look good kicking two peoples butts instead of just one. Cause I'm gonna do that, I can do that, I can beat you both with my eyes closed if I had to. You don't scare me, you got lucky against Goth but you're not getting lucky against me. I'm gonna win loser and it doesn't matter what you do, I'm gonna beat you. I am going to beat him you know Simpson.
Simpson: I do sir
JHHIII: Good. I'm not even scared of that Goth guy. Tonight is the night Goth can walk through the normal people and feel like one of them. You spend your whole life wearing paint, you must be really upset that others do the same tonight. I doubt there will be many people painted up like you walking round the streets tonight, cause people only go out dressed as people who are cool and you are not cool. You've never been cool. You might have your own company, and you might come from a far off European land, but you're just not cool. Even being a two time roulette champion doesn't even scare me, I mean you hate to beat Argento to win it back, hardly needed to be superman to do that, did ya? Come on, it's him, he's not competition, which makes you not really cool or impressive. It makes you just a little bit better than he is. Right?
Simpson: If you say so sir
JHHIII: I do. He must sit around brooding all day, plotting evil stuff like some Dr Evil wannabe, while putting on his make up. I mean which man puts on make up?
Ashley: Hope Heelcum
JHHIII: Not funny Ashley! But Goth does have another thing in common with Hope Heelcum. Hope lost to me, Goth will suffer the same fate. I beat Hope Heelcum twice, I will beat two at once next week. God, I really hope Goth hasn't been kissing that belt, I don't want make up on my new belt. Stupid lipstick wearing Dracula rip off needs to clean that belt before I take it from him. I don't want it looking cheap and tacky. Him holding it already devalues it. He makes a mockery of the belt, and it's about time I restored it and gave it some value. It's about time a real champion gets to the top and makes the belt worth something. SCW should thank me for this, because I'm giving something they created some credit. Goth isn't a credible champion, I will be the best roulette champion SCW has ever seen.
Ashley: Ok, now talk about the match types.
JHHIII: Match types?
Ashley: Yeah, no roulette match is a normal match
JHHIII: Yeah, and this is a triple threat match
Ashley: That's just one stipulation, they have to spin the wheel to come up with another match type.
James scratches his head
JHHIII: So?
Ashley: So it means you could be in a cage, handcuffed to your opponent, have lots of weapons around, hell, they could even set the ring on fire and you could end up burnt.
James' eyes open wide
JHHIII: So they could kill me?
Ashley: If the wheel lands on a real death match, sure, why not?
Ashley turns around and smiles at Simpson, away from James' view.
JHHIII: This is BS! This is total junk! Why would they try and hurt the biggest star SCW is ever likely to see? I could be a legend for them and they want to kill me by putting me in a match like this? Are you joking? This is disgraceful! This is just stupid! I could give their title the much needed credibility it's craved, and instead they could do this to me! Why? Who came up with this stupid wheel idea? What the hell is going on.
Simpson: Sir, just think how good you will look once you win a match of that level.
James stops ranting and thinks for a few seconds. A wide smile crosses his face.
JHHIII: Good point Simpson. After I win this match, I will look like a legend already. I wanna win this, it doesn't matter what kind of match it is, I'm gonna be awesome.
James looks down at Ashley
JHHIII: Are we done now?
Ashley: Sure, why not, you're starting to bore me anyway.
James shoots Ashley a disgruntled look at Ashley as the scene fades
*******
Trick or Treat? What a stupid question. Who really wants some idiot kid to throw eggs at their house? Kids love this time of year.... well most kids.
Rich kids Halloween parties, the same as any other, with more expensive stuff. Waiters walk around with trays of drinks while the creepy Nightmare by Brainbug plays. Adults and children walk around dressed in costumes of all sorts, the camera rests on two people, one, short, dressed in a black leather Dark Knight suit with built in muscles, a cape, and a mask covering his face. Next to him stands a tall man, in a velvet crush orange, fake big teeth, and a slightly wild wig. These two men are instantly recognized as James Huntington-Hawkes III as The Dark Knight and Simpson as a rather tall version of Austin Powers. James takes a drink off a tray as a waiter walks past him. The camera spins around a lavish looking ballroom, high chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and decadent paintings hang from a wall. The camera moves back to James and Simpson as Alice Cooper's Feed My Frankenstein blasts through the DJ's speakers.
JHHIII: What a stupid party Simpson, the music sucks, the people suck, everyone elses costumes suck. What do you think Simpson?
Simpson: I think it's rather groovy baby! I mean sir
James fires Simpson a look, his eyebrows lowered
Simpson: Sorry sir, just trying to get in to the spirit of the party.
JHHIII: Spirit?!?! There's lots of spirits here. There's like four ghosts here. Unimaginative kids who just cut holes in sheets and stuck them on their heads. What's the point Simpson?
Simpson: To have fun sir
James shakes his head fast
JHHIII: This isn't fun Simpson.
James looks down in to his glass to see an ice cube shaped like an eyeball. James shakes his head slowly in disappointment.
JHHIII: No one believes this eyeball is real. What's next? The old fly in the ice cube gag? This guy has money, less than I, but money none the less, he should be able to do better than this. This is pathetic, it's sad.
Simpson: So why did you come here sir?
JHHIII: I came here to see Farnsworth fail! Like he always does! He gives rich kids like me a bad name.
Simpson: Sir, don't you think you and Farnsworth should bury this game of trying to one up each other? It's been going on for years now, sit you two could walk
JHHIII: No Simpson! Farnsworth is a peon compared to me. He's like one of those guys on Call Of Duty that quits when he's losing, he's a cry baby! A cry baby Simpson!
A young man, maybe James' age stands next to James
Simpson: Good evening Mr Farnsworth sir, splendid party.
James glares at Simpson and to Farnsworth, dressed in a Joker costume, from the movie The Dark Knight
Farnsworth: A cry baby is no way to describe yourself James. I would describe you as a big cry baby James.
James' jaw tightens as he looks at Farnsworth
JHHIII: I was talking about you. Typical, you coming here dressed as my mortal enemy.
Farnsworth: Hawkes, you came here, this is my party. You came here dressed as my mortal enemy.
JHHIII: I only came here to win the costume contest, just to make you look stupid when I beat you at something else in life
Farnsworth: You can't beat me at anything, you quit Call Of Duty when you're losing.
JHHIII: I do not! You do! You do it all the time you cry baby! Tell him Simpson!
Simpson: Master Farnsworth, Master James would like me to inform you that you do it all the time.
Simpson shrugs his shoulders at the duo.
JHHIII: I also came to this crappy party to watch you fail and so far, you're not disappointing.
Farnsworth: If anyone would know about failing Hawkes, it would be you.
JHHIII: What's that supposed to mean, huh?
Farnsworth: Last I heard about you, was you was failing in an attempt to break in to the wrestling business.
JHHIII: It's not failing, I'm getting a title shot! I'm going to be a champion within two weeks and you're still going to be you, a Call Of Duty loser.
Farnsworth: Call Of Duty is so yesterday. Assassin's Creed III is in now, or didn't you know that?
James stares at Farnsworth
JHHIII: I knew that, but I've been too busy beating people up in Vegas to even care. That's the thing Farnsworth, while you're sitting here in your house doing nothing, I'm on television, you know that thing you play your games on and watch Sesame Street on, I'm on there watched by millions, and you know that computer you surf for porn on? I'm on there on Sunday's watched by even more millions. People know who I am, no one knows who you are, just like poor people, and just like poor people, nobody cares who you are!
James looks at Simpson and nods in approval as Farnworth stomps his feet and storms off.
Simpson: Well done sir
JHHIII: Thank you Simpson. I showed him
Simpson: Yes you did sir.
JHHIII: Throws this party, thinks he's something special with cheesy ice cubes and trying to tell me that he's better than me, but he's not Simpson. In this room, I am king!
DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?
A hush falls over the room as the music quietens down
DJ: It's time to announce the winner of the costume contest.
Simpson: You're sure to win this one sir.
James nods and looks across the room at Farnsworth, also looking confident.
DJ: This is based on many factors, but we do have a winner, and the winner is....
JHHIII: Come on, hurry up and say my name.
DJ: Simpson!
The people around clap as James looks disappointed. Simpson jumps in the air fist pumping
Simpson: Yes! Yes! Yes! Groovy baby! This is totally shagadelic baby!
Simpson stops and looks down at James, straightening his jacket and putting his chin up and heads to the stage. James balls up his fists, an angry look on his half exposed face
JHHIII: Worst party ever!
The scene fades out to Simpson having his arm raised on a stage
