[Scene] The scene opens en la casa de Sutton. The man sits at the kitchen table, exploring unfamiliar grounds with a bottle of Southern Comfort. Several party decorations lay around on the table. Josh swigs on the half-full bottle(half-empty for you pessimists out there).
Josh Sutton: You’re probably wondering, ‘what’s the occasion Josh?’ Well, it’s simple… Tomorrow night, live at WILD I am going to defeat Damian for that hardcore strap he still continues to carry around nonchalantly. So, I’m celebrating early, because after tomorrow my focus returns to competition. I’ve been sitting back listening to not a man, but a WOMAN running her mouth. The Hired Gun’s bitch, Monica.
Josh Sutton: Sometimes a man has to do things twice to make the point of impact. I guess I’m one of those men. At Blackout, I apparently used some undermining tactics to obtain my victory over The Hired Gun. At least that’s what he seems to believe in the back of that weightless little skull of his.
[Scene] Sutton tips the bottle of Southern Comfort back, showing signs of intoxication. He smiles drunkenly and slams the empty bottle to the kitchen table.
Sutton: I tell you what, Gun. You agree to the match and we'll meet next week on WILD. I'll give you the chance of a lifetime. A shot at the hardcore title, which I will undoubtedly win. The choice, Mr. Gun is yours. The deal has been laid out, but now I must be off. There's another bottle of spirits waiting for me in the cabinet.
[Scene] The scene begins to fade as we see Sutton getting up out of his seat, stumbling. He falls into his refrigerator and then to the floor. A vile laughter escapes into the air as we fade completely to a dire black.