@James<3 #SNV Septeember 18th

[James]

James<3

Drivin’ a lambo in Rome! Schweet
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Stepping out from the driver seat of the red Lamborghini, there is a large feminine squeal as James Hart shrugs his shoulders as he straightens out the leather jacket hanging around his shoulders. Smiling to himself as he flips the keys into the pockets of his true religion, pre distressed blue jeans, he heads towards the back entrance of the arena as he looks at the people already crowding around the edge hoping to get glimpses of their favourites. The teenage girls appear out of place, very few having an interest in The Asylum prior to the last Sunday Night Vengeance. That all changed with the arrival of the teenage heartthrob, James Hart. With stunning good looks, charisma beyond measure and the right amount of talent to top it all off, the Gods had smiled kindly upon the youngest of the Hart clan.

Keeping his course for the door, he is blindsided as one of the girls blindsides him, unable to control herself and hopping the fence, just to get closer to him. Security heads towards James but as he gathers his balance he nods them off as he grabs hold of the girl still squeezing him tightly and puts his mouth to her ear. He whispers in it as she listens intently before her tanned skin turns crimson as she pulls away and looks at him. He gives her a slight wink as she runs towards her friends squealing as they squeal back. James adjusts himself again slightly before waving at everyone gathered as one of the younger males hisses a slur at him. James bluffs at him, taking two steps before the kid backs away and stumbles to the ground as James laughs at him and yells back before heading into the arena.

Stepping through the door and out of the humid Roman weather, the cool air chills the skin of James sending goose bumps up his arms. He shivers slightly before progressing forwards, a lone destination in mind. Walking past the assorted backstage hands some pay him little attention, others, such as the young fashion designer giggle. All eyes are on him however, whether due to the novelty of someone his age competing against the grown men in The Asylum, or for the same lustful reasons as the gaggle of girls that now fought their way into the arena.

Reaching his own personal locker room, a luxury reserved for all but the elite in The Asylum, he pushes the door open and crosses the threshold before stepping in and peering around, making sure everything is in order. Despite their being no window in the room, plush curtains hang from the wall on one side, a light lavender in hue. The walls are covered in posters of James Hart, the titles on them all in Japanese, a visual memoir of his exploits in the ‘Land of the Rising Sun.’ A pinwheel crystal bowl with nothing but “A&W Root beer Jelly Beans” in it rests on an oak table surrounded by a leather chesterfield and a recliner. Beside the bowl, lie two sheets of paper, the run list for the evening’s festivities.

Grabbing hold of the paper in one hand and a fistful of jelly beans, he flops down in the sofa and stares at the header of the sheet. Reading through he pops a few jelly beans into his mouth, munching on them as he turns the page. All is calm for a few seconds before he reaches the bottom of the page and immediately the remaining jelly beans in his fist go flying clear across the room, smashing against the wall as he looks at the paper.

James – “That can’t be right. Immanuel Taylor. Bane. Main Event!”

Getting to his feet, James looks at the page reading it over and over again, sometimes silently, sometimes aloud, as if the more times he read it the more likely it would be to change.

James – “Naw, naw this can’t be right.”

Heading towards the door, James storms out with the paper in hand as he marches onwards, closer and closer to the ring area. Focused, he ignores everyone in the back, brushing past the outstretched hands of respected veterans Tom ‘The Eh’ Roberts and Hi Octane. As he storms past the two of them shake their heads at the sign of disrespect as James turns around the corner, and nearly bowls over Jack Rodgers. James looks at him as Jack dusts himself off as he naturally mumbles at James.

Jack – “Sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention.”

Jack looks at James before snapping back into gear as a smile comes across his face.

Jack – “Although it is funny bumping into you. I was ….”

James – “Yo, I don’t care.”

James looks to brush past Jack, his focus still on the run sheet for the evening.

Jack – “I was going to your …”

James – “Look yo, unless ya know how t’ fix the fact that I’m not in the main event, I don’t care.”

James stares at Jack, imploring him to either move along or fix the problem at hand.

Jack – “I was coming to see you about doing an interview to air during tonight’s broadcast at the behest of Mr. Rivera.”

James looks at Jack and shakes his head.

James – “And people say I’m retarded. What part of I don’t care did ya not understand?”

Jack looks at James, a little slighted at the mocking tone in his voice but nevertheless remains professional.

Jack – “I can’t get you in the main event but I know that Bane and Immanuel …”

James – “I don’t care ‘bout them either, no one does. People don’t pay to see a rental cop get groped by some former soldier trying t’ repress memories o’ getting sand up his ass crack, they pay t’ see me. They’re willin’ t’ toil just for the privilege t’ watch me because I’ve got somethin’ called talent, somethin’ those two are sorely lackin’. I’ve got personality, somethin’ those two think is an Italian Pizza, and most importantly, I don’t look like the offspring of Shrek and Donkey. They should be the ones jerkin’ the curtains for me because I deserve better. They should be thankful for the opportunity to do so because people will still be watchin’ them as they wait for me. Now, if ya’ll ‘scuse me, I’ve got to see Mark ‘bout this misunderstandin’.

James brushes past Jack as he continues his journey towards Mark Rivera’s office, but is now also grumbling about the invasive Jack Rodgers. Jack follows him from behind, still needing to get his interview. Nearing the offices of Rivera, James immediately stops however as he spies the heart shaped posterior of one Sarah Thompson next to a cameraman.

James – “Hellooooo, Nurse!”

James’ best Wacko and Yacko impersonation causes Jack to shake his head but Sarah turns around as she blushes slightly at James.

Sarah – “Hello to you too.”

James smiles at her, the Colgate smile glinting in the artificial light coming from overhead. Looking past James, Sarah spies Jack Rodgers stalking James and immediately jumps in too poach the interview.

Sarah – “Say, I know you’re busy preparing for your match against Xplode tonight but I was wondering if you might have time to give me an interview for the show tonight.”

James – “I’d love t’”

Jack Rodgers jaw drops as Sarah smiles as she cosies up to James as her cameraman starts rolling. Seeing that he’s about to lose his interview, Jack jumps in flabbergasted.

Jack – “What is this? You won’t give me two questions but she …”

James – “She what?”

Jack – “She … she.

Jack stutters as James helps him out.

James – “Look yo, Danny Tenfold gets shit for suckin’ dick I’m told, and Sarah gets it for being …”

James pauses as he leans back and unabashedly ogles her ass.

James – “Fine! Now get t’ steppin’.”

James dismisses Jack with his hand giving at a wave but he won’t be moved. James pauses for a moment before addressing him once more.

James – “Jog on yo, we got business t’ take care o’.”

James glares at Jack before Sarah turns around and smiles sweetly. Obviously defeated, Jack folds his hand and slumps off as Sarah’s smile grows wider as she turns around and faces James as the camera’s start rolling.

Sarah – “We’re live from the beautiful city of Rome and tonight we’re live with James Hart who later this evening will take on ‘The Strategic Assassin’ Xplode in his debut match here in EUW. James, last week you made quite the impact when you interrupted Xplode as he challenged Oblivion to a match with his career on the line.”

James – “Yo, it was NBD, no big deal. I know everyone out there was fallin’ asleep, the same as I was watchin’ Xplode flap his gums, yattering on and on, makin’ this match seem like it was new and excitin’ but it’s the same shit we’ve seen before from him. He retired last time ‘cause he lost to Oblivion in a career match and now he’s just some jealous old coot lookin’ fo’ one more shot at glory. So I figured what better time to come out and announce that I was comin’ to the Asylum then right there and then.”

Sarah – “Fair enough. Some people however aren’t very happy that you seemingly walked in off the streets and now find yourself in the spotlight as opposed to someone who’s cut their teeth here in the Asylum.”

James – “They can hate me all they want. I read the youtube comments on my stuff and if hata’s wanna hate, let ‘em. They all had the same opportunity as me, they could’a come out and shut Xplode up but they didn’t. I didn’t get handed my opportunity on a silver platter, I wasn’t given anythin’, I simply went out and took what’s mine instead of waitin’ for it like they do yo’. They can complain about me not payin’ my dues, they can complain about me gettin’ an opportunity right off the hop, but that’s all they doin’ complainin’. If they wanted to do somethin’ ‘bout it, they’d get up and take a chance, do somethin’ for themselves as opposted to expectin’ everything to fall into their laps.”

Sarah – “True, but there are easy ways and opponents to make your debut against.”

James – “Yeah but Diabolik’s too busy starin’ at boats or somethin’. I don’t want to do easy Sarah, if I did I’d be a walkin’ STD. You’d catch herpes just by bein’ in the same room as me. I want competition, I want t’ beat the best, and more importantly I want people t’ realize that I deserve better than what I got tonight and that’s t’ be in the main event. T’ do that I’m gonna have t’ beat some people that people think I can’t beat. I’m gonna have t’ do somethin’s that make people look at me like I’m crazy yo, but I ain’t. I know exactly what I’m doin’. The haters think that I can’t beat Xplode, but I will, they gonna see that tonight yo. Why? ‘Cause I’m J-Hart, I’m fresh, I’m clean. I’m a daddy’s worst nightmare ‘cause l’m like Rod Smart, He Hate Me. The problem is, his little princess loves me, and I gotta deal with that.”

Sarah – “So what’s the game plan then this evening against ‘The Destroyer of Worlds.’”

James – “First of all I don’t get shook from his nicknames ‘cause around my high school I was known as ‘The Destroyer’ t’ but for different reasons than he is. I know it doesn’t look like I got a shot, the hata’s point out the fact that he’s bigger, stronger, wiser, more experienced, has more facial hair. They say that he’s motivated because if I beat him than there’s no way Oblivion is going to answer his summons. Ya know how I’m goin’ to beat him though Sarah? He is bigger, he is stronger, he is wiser, he can tap into grumpy old man powers, but he still isn’t better than me. I could pull a Jack Bull and make some awful pun about him not having more heart than me, but I’m sure you’ve had enough of that by now.

More importantly though I’m not going to quiver in fear when he steps in the ring because OMG, it’s Xplode! I’m not going to bow down before him, let him make me his bitch just because he’s a former champion. I’m not going t’ kiss his ring because he’s in the hall of fame. No, I’m going to kick him in the ovaries, bring him down t’ my level and then send him packing back to the retirement home.”

Sarah can’t help but smile at the last comment as she looks directly in the eyes of James Hart.

Sarah – “Well James, thanks for taking the time to do this and best of luck tonight”

James – “Give it t’ gramps Sarah, he’s the one that’ll need it.”

The camera stops rolling as James looks away from Sarah and pulls out his IPhone 4. As he hammers away at it Sarah looks at him quizzically. Finishing up, he flips it back into his pocket as he smiles at her.

James – “That should get ya some followers. Now I’ve got t’ see Rivera about gettin’ this main event fixed.”

With that James walks away as Sarah pulls out her cell phone and immediately launches her twitter, noticing that she already has fifty new followers as a result of her latest mention on James Hart’s twitter.

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