[Foreward] The world has drastically changed. Unfortunately that change has been for the worse. It's as if the "Bad Ass" store has opened up and is taking in all comers. They sell ultra-gothic costumes and attitudes. But you see, the problem with me is that I don't buy into that bullshit. I am a pure follower of self-actualization. I realize that I cannot summon demons from Hell or shoot fireballs from my ass. Clothes are clothes, make up is for women, so lose the fuckin' eyeliner and lipstick, pal.
This is the kind of shit I've been campaigning against. Wrestling has taken a back seat and this Sports Entertainment has waltzed its way in. What the hell happened to the "love for the game"? People claim that this is love.. Yeah... Tainted love.
[Scene] The scene opens in a desolate church. The ground is covered with pieces of stained glass plating that would have been beautiful placed within the walls of the church. The building itself appears to be quite tattered; as if it could fall at any moment. Weeds populate the area nicely giving off the impression that this place is long forgotten. Suddenly a spine-tingling scream can be heard escaping the church... You can hear the sounds of old plaster cracking in the aftermath. The camera immediately heads into the church then into the sanctuary as it is the only possible direction... All others are sealed off by boards and/or covered with plaster. As the camera looks up the aisle Josh Sutton can be seen at the altar behind the pedestal. It seems as if he's giving a sermon of solitude. His eyes are closed tightly and his arms are extended in a V above his head. His head comes down to camera level, the eyes darting open. A puzzled look forms but it quickly vanishes and a sly-smile takes its place. He claps mockingly and breaks out into a strange but somewhat tranquil song.
Sutton: "Lord prepare me to be a Sanctuary. Pure and Holy, tried and true...."
[Scene] Sutton steps down from the altar and walks toward the camera, continuing the song.
Sutton: "With Thanksgiving, I'll be a living Sanctuary... for you...."
[Scene] Sutton bows his head in mock prayer, then softly raises his head in a dramatic manner. He solemnly whispers....
Sutton: Amen...
[Scene] He sits down in the front row of seats and the camera moves toward the front, now facing him. He smiles wickedly.
Sutton: WELCOME TO THE SANCTUARY! Do I have your attention now, Stetas? Are you focused? Good. You see, I want your mind to be clear as I stab away at it with fork and knife. Yet again I've outsmarted my prey.. Not just you Stetas, but your bullock of the brother as well. Damian, you stepped right into the first of my many traps. I knew that if I called you out, you'd send in your lackey to test the 'water' so to speak. So sorry, Damian, truly sorry.. But this 'water' comes with consequences.
Sutton: I hate to be harsh Stetas, but to put it to you simple; you're fucked.
Sutton Don't quite understand do you? Well let me lay it out for you, baby doll. You've got one pissed off, psychotic son of a bitch after you in the name of Richie Danko. This is just icing on the cake. The way I see it, Stetas... You've bit off a little bit more than you can chew and still there's more sitting on your plate. But I have to hand it to you...
[Scene] He sarcastically claps then a serious gaze comes about him.
Sutton: You've pissed off one of the most sadistic sons of bitches the Chaos Heat Zone has to offer.. And I'm not talking about Richie Danko... I'm talking about ME, Josh Sutton... I have a little pet peeve Stetas, and you've been rubbing me the wrong way for quite some time. You've got the makeup.. That hideous black and white makeup. But that's not the worst part... You speak of dark and mysterious things as if you've witnessed them.. as if you yourself had stepped out through the gates of Hell and ventured into this place we call Earth... I remember things of old... Things of school as if they were yesterday... Beating down clown after clown.. That's what we called Goths back then... Clowns. I remember feeling such relief gush over me after doing so, because I felt as if maybe I'd knocked them back to reality. Did it work? Nope. But it was good fun.
Sutton: I got a little off topic there, and for that you'll have to excuse me. But the point I'm trying to make Stetas.. is this. Much like the boys at the school yard whom were ridiculed for their ludicrous style of dress and ways.. You will be prosecuted... And then after the ridicule has seized to be entertaining, you will be executed. So this is what I want you to do, Stetas. I want you to grab that paint sprayer, make-up bag, or whatever the hell you use.. and I want you to lay it on extra thick... Then I want you to pick that big lard ass of yours up and bring it to the ring.. Make sure you bring your bags.. Because this hell place you speak of is sounding like a hell of a vacation. You bring the beer, I'll bring the blood.. Sounds like a hell of a date....
Sutton: And as for you Damian.. You and I will be seeing things eye to eye very soon... THAT you can count on. It's about time that title seen the hands and waist of someone who's proven worthy to wear it. Drop down to your knees Possessed Sickness... Drop down to your knees and listen... The currents are coming, and unlike Jesus Christ, they WILL follow through with their promises.. and bring thou from evil once and for all.. The children of the currents screamed out in unison as they were swept under.... THAT my friends is the end...
[Scene] The scene changes as we're now outside the church. Sutton is seen protruding through the door. Seconds later there is a loud crack and the roof of the tabernacle caves in sending a loud echoing crash through the valley. Sutton smirks as the camera fades into his pupils.. We begin to fade to... black.