A quick exit from St Thomas was needed for James after the latest Climax Control. It's wasn't young James' best night. First the news that All-Pro Championship Wrestling's roster was merging with SCW's after owner J.J Dixon lost the company playing poker of all things, seeing all the stars of ACW one by one inking deals with SCW, a chance meeting with not one ACW star in Trauma, but with now next weeks opponent, Cyrus King, but the announcement from Christian Underwood that at the next SCW Supercard, James and Giani would have to defend the SCW Tag Team Championship against two of the most successful tag team wrestlers in previous years, Sinful Obsession.
James looks over the ocean from the beach of the next shows location, the Cane Golden Bay in Tortola, leg number three on SCW's Carribean tour. His eyes dart over the water as people swim in the crisp blue ocean. James, just wearing blue swimming shorts looks around, his eyes narrowed and breathing short. Simpson approaches his from his right, strangely wearing long black shorts and a white tank top. James' tilts his head, looking at the larger man, before turning his head away.
JHHIII: Why do I even bother with this place Simpson? What's the damn point?
Simpson: It's an Island paradise sir, full of wonderful things to do.
James looks up at Simpson, his eyes more narrowed than before.
JHHIII: I don't mean this place Simpson, I mean stupid Sin,, stupid City, stupid Wrestling! I sit here and bust my balls for this stupid, two cent flea ridden company and how do they bother to repay a superstar like me? That bring in all these half life idiots from ACW to try and take my spot, and not only that, the most stupidiest one of them all, tries to trick me in to a street fight!
James looks serious, the irony of his comment about being tricked by the stupidiest member of the ACW roster, not completely hitting home. Come on James, if the stupidiest one tricked you, what does that say for you?
Simpson: I think that Cyrus King was doing what any wrestler would like to do and try hard to hit the ground running. He saw you as the target cause of your highly rated ranking in SCW.
Good old Simpson, always knows the right things to say.
JHHIII: Really?
James' face brightens up, looking at the bigger man with a much wider smile.
JHHIII: You're right Simpson! He had to come in and target me, because he knew if he could beat me, he could get a step up on the ladder, but he's not gonna beat me, is he?
Simpson: No sir.
JHHIII: So he's just gonna look so stupid! He's gonna look like he's come over here acting like the big tough, military man and will get his butt well and truly beaten in this street fight. I'm not gonna look stupid. I think this shows what kind of man this loser is. I mean he's twice my size and picking on me. Out of all the people on the roster, he decides he wants to pick on me, being a foot taller and twice my weight or something like that. Big tough solider boy and he wants to pick on the smallest guy on the roster cause I'm the best guy on the roster.
Simpson: It would appear that way sir.
James and Simpson start to walk along the beach, the soft white sound crunching beneath their feet as they take step after step.
JHHIII: I mean he turns up looking like a member of the great unwashed and challenges me, like he knows me.
Simpson: Tricked you in to it sir.
JHHIII: Yeah! Tricked me! Wasn't even man enough to challenge me, he just pulled the same card crap that Hot Stuff Mark Ward did a little while ago. Talk about uncreative and idea stealing because he's too stupid to come up with his own stuff. He basically tricked me in to the ring the way someone else did not long ago. What a loser.
Ever heard of the saying "Once bitten, twice shy"? Sadly James hasn't. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have fell for the same trick twice.... third time lucky hopefully.
Simpson: Just see this as a warm up to your match with Sinful Obsession sir.
James slowly shakes his head.
JHHIII: These two have done nothing for a long time. Gabriel must feel so wanted right now. Last supercard, he was going for the top title, and now he's been forgotten in that division and sent back to the tag team division. Last supercard, Despayre and his daddy took on two jobbers, so I guess this is a step up to them, but one match at a time Simpson, let's focus on this overgrown ape man who is trying to make a name off my reputation. The loser cuts his promos from hotel rooms like others do here, so lame!
Simpson: It does seem like a popular setting with the young couples of SCW sir.
James scoffs as a little smirk crosses his face
JHHIII: Yeah, whatever you say Simpson, but still lame. Lame like those people who vacation in tents, lame like people who only stay at four star hotels and not five star like good people. This guy is lame from top to bottom. Former military, like we haven't seen that before. Probably been to prison by his scruffy looks.
James stops talking for a second, scratching his head
JHHIII: No wait, he couldn't have been, cause every movie I've ever seen, in prison, they're meant to go for the biggest guy around, not the smallest. This guy is a six foot eight, two hundred and eighty pound sack of crap. Why was he even hired, he'd that stupid, he probably can't even spell his name right!
James continues to walk side by side with Simpson, stepping on a sandcastle as he walks by. He looks down at the upset child, his masterpiece destroyed. James shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk on by.
JHHIII: Might as well call this guy Mr Generic Simpson, because that's all he is. Same old character with a different name. Same old big man gimmick. At least the funny looking guy in the cage had something different about him but this guy, just another big man, with a background that's been done a gazillion times before, trying to be all Mr Tough, flaunting off some woman to try and make himself look cool. It's been done Simpson. I've beaten better than someone who claims to be something special when he did nothing to prove it.
Simpson: If you say so sir.
JHHIII: I do, I say so and will say so again and again Simpson..... Oh crap.
Simpson: What is it sir?
James shades his eyes, looking in the distance at a camera crew on the beach.
JHHIII: It's that same guy from the cruise ship who made me do that interview on the deck. I hate those things Simpson.
Simpson: Unfortunately sir, everyone has to do one to build their matches for upcoming shows, as it gets aired on SCW Television spots through the week.
James looks at Simpson, his eyebrows arched low.
JHHIII: I'm not stupid Simpson, I know that, I know I have to do this damn thing, but I hate that camera crew. They give me funny looks when I talk, they put me off Simpson. Let's just go back the way we came and avoid these idiots.
Simpson: Too late sir.
The director slash producers waves towards James, instructing his crew to move towards James.
JHHIII: Go away!
James raises his voice but the crew gets closer, before stopping in front of him.
JHHIII: I don't want to do another interview with you. You guys suck worse than my opponent.
Simpson lowers his voice.
Simpson: Sir, if you get this out of the way, you can enjoy the rest of your time here without being hindered by interviewers.
James huffs, stomping his right foot at the same time.
JHHIII: Fine!
James straightens his hair with his fingers, casually moving through the sides as the camera crew sets up. The director holds up three fingers, dropping it to two, then one, to count James in. James clears his throat.
JHHIII: I'm sure you're all wondering where my SCW Tag title is right now. It's all under lock and key and safety, because you never know what pirates are lurking around the corner to steal them, so I decided I'm keeping it from these.... people.... to stop them from trying to put their grubby hands all over my gold.
James looks around, looking at a crowd gathering to watch.
JHHIII: These are the kind of people I mean, the kind of people that would cheer on my stupid opponent, Cyrus King, the loser from All-Pro Crappy Wrestling. It's people like him, why ACW closed down. Cause this loser couldn't draw if you gave him a pen and a piece of paper, or a stick and some sand. He sucks, he's awful, he's like the worst wrestler ever to step in the ring and more than anything, he's just a big bully!
The director puts his hand on his head, knowing this isn't coming across too well.
JHHIII: See what I mean Simpson? These people, him!
James points at the director
JHHIII: Always trying to put me off!
Simpson looks at the director, flashing him a sympathetic look.
JHHIII: It doesn't matter what you think, Cyrus King is another bully, trying to pick on me cause I'm smaller then him. Well screw you Cyrus King you boring man. Everything about you stinks of being boring. I'm bored of all these kings. King of this, king of that, boring old bow to the king. It's junk, it's trash, it's unoriginal and that's exactly what you are. You're a copycat of so many other people, everything about you stinks copycat. The way you bullied me in to this match with a stupid card, copycat move, your little promo, copycat of other stuff I've seen. The military big man, copycat. The boring King thing, copycat. Is there anything about you that's original and hasn't been done before? You are just a copy of so many others, others that I have defeated. I've defeated the damn heavyweight champion before and you think you're something special cause you've got a piece of tin from a place no one has ever heard of? Well big deal! I'm still better than you!
The camera crew look around each other.
JHHIII: What? Your opinion doesn't even matter, mine does, because I am a two title champion! I have won two titles here and this dude thinks he's special cause he has a title somewhere else. That title is as worthless as his two dollar haircut. He might have got his own way getting this to be a street fight but he's gonna regret that, cause I'm tougher than I look, I'm better than Mr Copycat is. I'm gonna prove it and move on to take care of Sinful Obsession.
James nods confidently at the camera.
JHHIII: Any of you idiots think Giani has been carrying me, are in for a bit of a shock on this beach on Sunday cause I'm gonna bury Cyrus' career in SCW, before it's even begun. Buried in the sand where no one will ever find it again. I'm gonna make people forget your name quicker than they remembered it. You're going down Cyrus and I know it, you know it. You're gonna wish you never wrote out that stupid card, and you spelled street wrong, you freaking idiot. I just covered you so I didn't sound as stupid as you look.
The camera crew shake their heads in disappointment as James continues to use tired lines. James looks at them all, one by one his head moves around.
JHHIII: You know what? Screw you all, you're not here for me, I'm here for you! Come on Simpson, let's go before I have to bury these clueless people's careers in the sand.
A collective grown comes from the group as James turns away, huffing and puffing as he storms off, the sand crunching beneath his feet as the scene fades out to black.
