An army assault course is seen in the camera shot, various walls, ropes, nets, mud pools and beams stand on this course. The camera moves down to James Huntington-Hawkes III, a look of utter horror on his face as he looks at the course in front of him. James is dressed in camouflage clothing of green and black. He turns to his side, towards trainer Ashley Jameson and bodyguard/servant Simpson. James rapidly shakes his head at the duo.
JHHIII: I am not doing it!
Simpson: But master James....
JHHIII: Shut up Simpson, there is no way in hell I'm running through this stupid course, covering myself in crap, climbing and jumping on things. I am not a prized dog doing tricks for fun you know!
Ashley: You're not a dog? Why are you acting like a little bitch right now?
James glares at the smart, quick witted Ashley
JHHIII: I get it, female dog, yeah, yeah. Doesn't matter, I am not doing it!
Simpson: Sir, if you do this, you improve your chances of becoming a champion more so, because you put the effort in, you're training to become a champion.
JHHIII: Do you think Argento is doing this right now? No! He's probably sitting in his house, scoffing his face on pizza and singing mambo Italiano! He's not doing this, so why do I have to?
Ashley puts her arm around James shoulder, looking down at him.
Ashley: Because while he's sitting at home, as you say, eating pizza, you're out working James, you're out putting in the effort to become SCW's next roulette champion, you're making yourself better just by training. Now quit whining and start running.
JHHIII: No!
James folds his arms across his chest, stomping his feet on the floor
Simpson: Just think of the prize at the end sir
James stops stomping and turns to Simpson
JHHIII: Prize? What prize?
Ashley: The prize of not looking like a bitch.
James glares at Ashley again.
JHHIII: No one asked you!
Ashley blows a kiss at James, forcing the brat prince to stomp his feet on the ground as he turns away from Ashley.
Simpson: The prize of knowing you have completed the course run by many American heroes, out there fighting for freedom.
James shakes his head disappointingly
JHHIII: Sucky prize.
Simpson: And you'll be one step closer to winning a title in SCW.
JHHIII: I had a title Simpson, I brought it here myself! Then that bear stole it from me!
Ashley: A real title genius, not one you bring in yourself. You can whine all you want, you are gonna do this course and then you're going to Angel's birthday party.
JHHIII: I am not going to that bears birthday party! Who has a birthday party for a bear anyway?
Simpson: If it wasn't for Master Despayre and Mr Angel sir, you would not have had a strong enough campaign to be on television. Those gentlemen helped you get back on TV with the hashtag #PutHawkesOnTV thing.
JHHIII: Simpson, does this face look like it cares?
James looks at Simpson with an unconcerned look on his face.
Ashley: You're still gonna do it.
JHHIII: Make me!
Ashley: I won't, but they will.
Ashley points behind James, and James turns around to see a squad of soliders standing in formation, standing to attention. James raises an eyebrow to the men in military uniform as a man steps forward and towards James. The man, is well over six foot tall, towering over James.
Ashley: This is drill Sargent McKenna and his squad, you're holding them up.
McKenna: Is this the whinging pansy you told me about Ms Jameson?
JHHIII: Hey!
McKenna looks down at James.
McKenna: Listen here son, I got a bunch of real men waiting to run this course.
JHHIII: Don't let me stop you.
McKenna: Son, when you address me, you add the word sir to it. I don't care if it's after acknowledgement to an order or after you give me your mothers phone number, you call me sir, do you understand me boy!?
James looks taken back by this rant.
JHHIII: Ummmm, I am not running this course.... ummmm sir.
McKenna: You son, are what's wrong with America today, too many pansy bitches and not enough men.
JHHIII: Hey!
McKenna: Hey what?
JHHIII: Hey sir?
McKenna: Well done, at least that tiny little brain of yours can remember something. Now you're gonna run this course, or me and my men are gonna take you behind enemy lines and leave you there.
JHHIII: You can't do that!
James turns to Ashley and Simpson
JHHIII: Can they?
Ashley nods at James but McKenna gets in James' face.
McKenna: DO IT NOW!
James lets out a little scream and heads towards the start line at pace, looking at the first obsticle, a wall with a rope hanging down it.
McKenna: GO!
James runs at the wall, as Simpson and Ashley walk along side the course. James grips hold of the rope, planting his foot on the wall and starts to try and pull himself up and over, but struggles to get up and over the wooden wall.
JHHIII: Hellooooooo, little help?
Simpson turns to Ashley
Ashley: You might as well or we'll be here all day.
Simpson jogs across to James at the front of the wall, pushing him over by the legs. James flies over the wall and grabs on to the top of the other side, falling down and landing in a heap, as Simpson makes his way back to Ashley.
Ashley: You should have pushed him harder.
James scrambles back to his feet and looks at the next obstacle, tires next to each other. James runs towards them, jumping on to the tires and on to the next one.
McKenna: Nice try idiot, feet goes in the tires, back and try again!
James huffs and walks around to the side of the tires and back to the front of them. He looks down at the ten rubber circles and jumps at the first, his foot jumping in the middle of them. James puts his foot in the next one, jumping in to it. James quickly moves on to the second row, then the third, placing his foot in the forth row.
JHHIII: This is easy!
As James puts his foot in the last tire, his foot gets caught and the young man falls flat on his face! James holds his nose as he pulls himself away from the tires.
JHHIII: Ummmm, I meant to do that cause the nets are next!
Scramble nets, close to the floor are James' next challenge. James crawls from his fallen position to the nets, pulling himself under the twelve foot long net. James gets his body directly under, but his foot gets caught in the net as he moves.
JHHIII: Damn it!
James rolls over, struggling to get his foot free of the net. James pounds his arms on the ground.
JHHIII: Little more help?
Simpson runs over, moving across to where James' foot is tangled up, and eventually releases James.
JHHIII: Simpson, hold the net up, I can get under easier that way.
Simpson: As you wish sir.
Simpson lifts the net higher and James pulls himself through with relative ease and stands up at the other end, his arms raised in victory. James looks at the next object, a balance beam. James runs at it, stepping on to the first part of the beam and moving slowly across it, his arms out wide as he tries to balance on it. James gets about half way across, his arms out wide as he wobbles either side. James steps forward, his weight pulling him closer to the end as he stumbles along, falling off the beam at the end and landing on his knees. James looks at the next object, hanging hoops.
JHHIII: Simpson, you might as well get close for this one.
Simpson nods and moves towards James. James points up and Simpson lifts him. James grips on to the rings and holds on tight, while Simpson holds on to the young man's waist. Simpson carries him forward and James moves his hands from ring to ring.
McKenna: That's cheating!
JHHIII: Hey! You only said I had to do the course, I should get points for being smart here!
Simpson puts James down at the end of the hanging rings and James looks at the next object blocking his path, a see-saw.
JHHIII: Army people train on a see-saw? Really?
James runs over the lowered part of the see-saw, his weight shifting the balance and James runs off the other side.
JHHIII: Now if they were all this easy, people would do this course in no time.
James looks at the next one, a net climbing high in to the sky. James gulps deeply as he approaches it, putting a foot on the bottom and a hand as high as he can possibly get it and pulls himself up. James wraps his arms around the net, not looking down.
JHHIII: You can do this James! You're better then this waste of rope.
James pulls himself up a little further, slowly moving on up step by step, reaching up high with his right arm, taking as big a stride as he possibly can. He grips hold of the roped net and pulls himself over half way up.
JHHIII: Don't look down, don't look down.
James pulls himself up a little further, now almost at the top. James looks down.
JHHIII: I said don't look down!
James sees the ground, a fair distance from where he is and scrambles to the top of the net, fear motivating him to pull himself on to the wooden platform above. James gets to the top, laying face down on the platform at the top of the net, breathing hard. James slowly stands up shaking, looking at the zip wire ahead of him and gulps deeply again as his shaking hands attempt to clip a safety harness to his belt. James clips the harness on and takes a hold of bars above him. He looks down and quickly closes his eyes as he steps off and flies through the air.
JHHIII: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
James tumbles to the earth at speed, dropping closer to the ground. He opens his eyes as he gets near the ground.
JHHIII: I'm doing it! I'm doing it! I'm awesome!
As James feet touches the ground, he stumbles forward and trips, landing face first in a pool of mud! James pounds the ground with his fists as Simpson and Ashley moves to the finishing line. James unclips the safety harness and gets to his feet, covered head to toe in thick brown mud. James wipes the bud from his eyes and starts to walk forward, sulking his way to the finish line. He crosses the white line drawn on the floor, shaking mud from his body.
Simpson: Well done sir.
JHHIII: Thanks
James sulky tones fill the air as he looks at a laughing Ashley.
JHHIII: Don't say a word!
James sulks away from Simpson and Ashley as Ashley bursts in to laughter and a smile crosses Simpsons face.
*******
Despayre's and Angel's party....
(Side note: please watch Despayre's promo to see more from this party. Anyone is allowed to do a scene from this party, I took advantage of the offer, you should too!)
"The Teddy Bears Picnic" plays in the background, as people move around mingling with others at the birthday party of Despayre, well, in his eyes, Angel. Many SCW superstars move around from area to area. James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen walking in with a huge box in his arms, struggling under it's weight. Simpson and Ashley follow behind.
Simpson: Sir, would you like me to carry the box?
JHHIII: No Simpson. I want to carry this in to this party. I bought it, I should carry it.
Ashley: You buy a lot of crap you don't carry yourself, why is this so different?
JHHIII: Because it's a birthday party, I don't want you two trying to claim credit for this one. I stand by the fact we should have got him a jetski or something. A house for Angel seems cheap, especially as someone has to build it.
Simpson: I don't think Mr Synn would have been too appreciative of Master Despayre and Mr Angel having a jetski in the house.
JHHIII: It wouldn't be in the house you idiot, it would be in the pool, or in the sea. Why would you have a jetski in the house?
Simpson: I stand corrected sir.
James struggles with the box as he moves towards the table full of gifts. He places it on a big open space on the table, wiping the sweat off his forehead and looks around. Gabriel and Odette Ryder are seen hand in hand in one corner of the party. Synn is in another area, talking to Shane Boswell. Spike Staggs and Christian Underwood converse in another area. Nick Jones and Hot Stuff Mark Ward are seen talking over a beer. Austin Parker and Bo Dreamwolf talk to Ms Rocky Mountains and Pussy Willow, Melody Grace and The Surf Boys chatting too.
JHHIII: Simpson, can we go now? I didn't wanna be here to start with.
Simpson: You at least need to at least see Master Despayre.
JHHIII: I can't see him.
Despayre jumps up behind him, holding Angel in his arms.
Despayre: I'm right here!
James jumps in the air as he turns around to see Despayre standing behind him, clutching Angel in his arms.
JHHIII: You're like Beetlejuice!
Despayre: Who?
JHHIII: Nevermind.
Despayre: Angel thanks you for the house, but said you could have at least got him a jacuzzi or something.
James looks at Despayre curiously and looks down at Angel.
JHHIII: How did you know?
Despayre: He knows everything.
JHHIII: Does he know I'm gonna become the Roulette champion on Sunday?
Despayre: He says don't hold your breath on that one.
JHHIII: No jacuzzi for you!
James points down at Angel.
Despayre: I wouldn't get your finger too close, he bites.
James pulls his hand away from Angel.
JHHIII: He wouldn't.
Despayre: He would, just ask them.
Despayre points towards Gabriel and Odette, getting close to each other. James turns back, but Despayre has already disappeared and talking to Melody Grace.
JHHIII: Well that was rude.
Ashley: He could be talking to you or a hot chick, even I'd prefer to be talking to the hot chick rather than you.
JHHIII: So why are you talking to me?
Ashley flicks her hair back behind her ear.
Ashley: Good point.
Ashley turns and walks away from James, leaving James opened mouth. James turns to Simpson.
JHHIII: Now can we go?
Simpson: Why wouldn't you want to be here? You and Master Despayre should hang out more often. You're both around the same age.
An angry look crosses James face
JHHIII: Wash your mouth out Simpson. I have nothing in common with Despayre! Why would I wanna hang out with him? I have something more important to deal with than hanging out with Despayre. I have a title match to deal with. I should be focusing on that instead of being around this lot of people I really don't care about.
Simpson looks down at James
Simpson: It's a good thing to socialize with your fellow superstars and bombshell.
JHHIII: I should be focusing on Argento and Goth. I mean Argento is a superstar in this business.
James smirks
JHHIII: I nearly said that without smirking. Argento is a bum who got lucky winning that title in the first place, but he's still in the ring with me. I still need to focus on exposing him for the loser that he is. I need to beat him so bad that he runs off crying and never ever comes back. I need to be working on my plan to show him to everyone for exactly what he is, a nothing, a loser, a guy who won't even finish in second place compared to my greatness.
Simpson: Maybe sir should be more concerned with the champion than?
JHHIII: Halloween is over Simpson. Goth has no power anymore. He's just a weirdo walking around with a stupid painted face. He's not a worthy champion Simpson, he never has been a worthy champion, he came here to look big and scary but he don't scare me! That title belt can't wait to come and join me. You know what, we're gonna have a huge home coming party for that title belt, because come Sunday, that belt is gonna be mine. Mine all mine Simpson, mine all mine! I'm gonna be the champion, and we're gonna show everyone exactly how to party!
James smirks as the camera fades out
