[Scene] The Thunderdome is already jam-packed with a long wait to go. The cameramen are lined outside the arena awaiting for the stars to arrive. In the distance you can hear a loud engine roaring. The cameras lock on to a giant Volvo sputtering into the arena VIP garage. The scene switches to inside the garage. Josh Sutton and Adam Law step out of the vehicle and seem to be arguing. We catch up with them...
Law: Face it, you got ripped off.
Sutton: Damn it, man. Give it a rest already.
Law: Those Austrailians at the airport suckered you in hook, line, and sinker for their 'special' deal.
Sutton: If I would have known I'd be driving a freaking Volvo, I would have told 'em to piss off.
Law: Oh man, just wait til I tell the rest of the guys about this.
Sutton: Joy.
[Scene] The SuperFriends walk into the building through the back entrance. The camera spots Mini Sutton's head sticking out of one of Josh's gym bags. The scene fades with a shot of his goofy smile.
Sutton: Would you sit down and relax? You're making me nervous.
[Scene] Adam Law paces back and forth across the room with his head down. Sutton finally stands up in front of him and locks his hands to his shoulders. Adam snaps from his trance and lets out a startled breath. He looks up at Sutton and raises his eyebrows.
Law: Why... I didn't know you cared so much about little 'ol me.
Sutton: Stop goofing around.
[Scene] Law gives off his goofy smirk and we can see that Sutton is attempting to hide a laugh. Sutton raises his hand to speak but there's a knock at the door.
Sutton: Who is it?
[Scene] Nothing... Complete silence from the visitor. Sutton and Law exchange curious glances and both slide to the door. Sutton pulls the door open quickly.
Mini Sutton: It'sa me... again!
Sutton: Oh, it's only the retard.
Law: Leave the poor guy alone. He's our ticket to fame and fortune.
[Scene] Sutton laughs loudly at Adam's statement, nearly doubling over. He wipes a forming tear away from his left eye.
Sutton: Oh man, you're definitely going to have to enlighten me on this one.
Law: Let me spell it out for you, dumbass. People dig midgets. Granted, he's one ugly bastard because he looks like you, no offense Mini Sutton.
Sutton: People happen to tell me I'm a very handsome man.
Law: Honesty in this country has went to shit.
Sutton: Hey... You don't see me ripping on you for showing up at the airport with an eskimo coat and snow boots on.
Law: It was an honest mistake. I thought it said Alaska on the memo, not Austrailia.
Sutton: Yeah because there's a lot of hardcore wrestling fans in Alaska. We'd have the penguins raising the roof.
Law: Jack ass.
Sutton: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Law: Well, I guess it's what makes you... You.
Sutton: I need to go get warmed up for my match. Catch up with you later at the start of the show?
Law: Sure thing. After all we're just like syrup and butter, baby!
[Scene] Sutton and Law slap hands, then lock forearms, staring each other down. They share another laugh and Sutton exits to the outside corridor.
Sutton: Butter and syrup? What the hell?
[Scene] Sutton shakes his head in confusion then continues walking. We watch as he disappears down another corridor and we fade out.
...[Psychological Warfare]...
I found myself sitting in the recreation lobby a few hours before the show. I sat adjusting the tape on my wrists, trying to stay focused on the match at hand. It was at that point I smelt a flowery aroma hovering about me. I looked up my from crafty work to find Carol Diamond. What a beautiful woman...
Diamond: Look Josh, I know how much you hate doing interviews but, I really need to get this assignment done before the show.
I started to feel a little annoyed. Typical... I started at her eyes... They reflected wholesome goodness. Her pouty lips... I felt my inner-walls cracking.
Sutton: Sure.
Diamond: Wait, what?
Sutton: I said I'll do it. Have a seat, Carol.
I arose from my chair, offering it to her. She seemed flabbergasted by the whole situation but hesistantly sat in the seat. I backed to the wall beside her.
Diamond: Tonight Josh Sutton, you find yourself back in single's competiton as you take on Edward Hall and one half of the CHZ Chaos Team champions, Vincent Liger. Any thoughts going into this match?
Sutton: I have a large dose of motivation riding on my shoulders going into this match, Carol. You see, I've done my homework. I know all about this massive winning streak Edward Hall built up while I was gone. But I'll let you in on a little secret... The last person to beat Hall before he went on that streak was yours truly.
Diamond: Interesting. But you can't discount Vincent Liger. He's pulled off some major upsets, including one over the man that's taken credit for running you off, Keyser Soze.
Sutton: You win some... You lose some... The only thing that matters is you get back up on the horse and keep riding. No, I know fully well what Vincent Liger is capable of. He's a former US champion and he's not holding those tag belts for nothing. But with that said, I know the guy is hurting. There's no way his head is clear after that boot Edward Hall gave him two weeks ago. Sage Douglas probably didn't help the situation last week either. His head isn't clear and that's going to cause some problems in the long haul of the match.
Sutton: I'm not coming into this one to make new friends. I'm not trying to run under the banner of the fans, contrary to Edward Hall's beliefs. If they want to cheer me, that's great. If they decide to boo me, that's their choice. I'm out there for one reason and that's to compete to the best of my ability. This match is going to transpire like a Texas Hold-up poker game. All three of us could win it at any time. But tonight, Carol Diamond, I'm playing to win.
Diamond: Well, let's hope Lady Luck shines down on you tonight.
Sutton: Heh... Luck is not a factor.
...[Fade To Black]...