[Foreward] It's as if Christmas has come early, in my eyes. Damian has done all the work for me. He's made the bed, pulled the sheets back, and all that's left to do is tuck him in... for the long slumber. And in that time of unconsiousness I will snatch from his grip, the hardcore title. I shall cradle it and welcome it to its prolonged safe Haven.
[Scene] Josh Sutton stands before the camera, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He stares blankly at the camera, occasionally flicking the ashes. He flips the cancer stick to the ground and puts it out with his foot, then returns a sharp gaze to the focal point. He licks his lips, preparing for the sermon.
Sutton: I'm going to go ahead and get knee deep in the shit. Two weeks ago I served notice to Damian that the hardcore title would be coming my way shortly. We'll get to that in a moment, but first I have ANOTHER notice to serve. This notice goes out to the nBk. I'm asking, daring, and salivating at the thought of you trying to take me out like you did to Drew and attempted to do to Matt.
[Scene] The familiar grim smile washes over Josh's face as he continues.
Sutton: Unlike my other cohorts in 3D, I don't have patience. If one of you so much as eyeballs the wrong way, you'll suffer. Being the realist that I am, I'm well aware that I can't single-handedly take all five of you out by myself. But, I can and will drop each of you at my own pace.
Sutton: You see gentlemen, I was brought in to be the equalizer. What that means is you no longer play by your rules of conduct. We're no longer living in your 2D scenarios. We're moving to the bigger picture.. We're moving to the Third Dimension. Like it or not, it's a must. You will conform, and learn to live it.
[Scene] Sutton sighs and sits next to a nearby tree.
Sutton: But now onto bigger and better things. Damian, you made the mistake of moving the match to this week. You claim to have done it because you couldn't wait to get your hands on me. But the truth is this, you're tired of delaying the inevitable. You realize that even with your size, skill and attitude.... Even with all of that Damian, you realize that you have a snowballs chance in Hell of walking away from our battlefield with that Hardcore title still intact around your waist. Make no mistake about.
Sutton: I'm tired of sitting back and watching you make use of that title as a paperweight. I'm ready, willing, and going to take that belt. I can do it the hard way, or the easy way. The choice is yours. Either way, on Wednesday, when the water hits and the pain surfaces there will be nowhere for you to go but beneath the currents of my undertow. Damian and the nBk sang with the children as the book of Hymns closed in the conclusion of: THAT MY FRIENDS IS THE END!
[Scene] Sutton gets up and turns, walking off. As he walks into the distance the scene begins to fade to black...