[Foreword] The tour of Japan has come to a close, and I feel as though I’ve left an impact on its people, one that’s positive and will keep them satiated until I surface there yet again. However, while other CHZ talent are enjoying the rest of their break, it’s deep into the heart of Texas for me. You see, every year or so I venture over to work a show or two for my mentor, Victor Blood. He runs a small-based blood and guts federation called Crimson Mask Wrestling. I’ve just arrived in Dallas after a twenty-some-odd hour flight that I’d like to forget.
I was here to wrestle and pay homage to the man that broke me into the business, but I was here for reasons of my own as well… It was time to go back to the basics.. Back to the routes that brought me success. I needed a favor, and Vic was the man to grant it.
[Scene] The scene opens with Josh Sutton walking down a sidewalk. He looks to be extremely jet-lagged and is sweating profusely, obviously not used to the warmth this time of year. He pulls a sleek silver gate open and steps through, walking up a small sidewalk to a modestly priced home. His mentor, Victor Blood meets him at the door with a handshake and slight hug. The cameras follow Sutton and Blood into his humble abode. The scene changes to a fancy old-fashioned living room where Sutton and Blood sit across from each other, sharing stories from the past.
Victor Blood: Hmm... I'm led to believe that there is more to this visit than working for me.
[Scene] Sutton nods solemnly, sitting up from his slouching position and looking into the eyes of his mentor.
Sutton: It's time to assemble the old team.
Blood: Wow, I don't know Josh.
Sutton: What do you mean?
Blood: It's just, you really 'Pearl Harbored' me with this Josh. I have a promotion and boys of my own to worry about now. I mean, why, why now? Why not further down the line.
[Scene] Sutton shrugs and lets out a slight laugh, smirking at Victor.
Blood: From what I've seen you're doing quite well on your own. You don't need me...
Sutton: You know, you're right. I don't need just you. I need 'him' as well...
Blood No.. No you don't mean...
[Scene] Sutton nods with a certain gleam of euphoria in his eyes. Blood shakes his head in disbelief as Sutton chants the words, almost as if it were in slow motion.
Sutton: Vic, it's time to make that call. The call to Fearinhell...
[Scene] To Be Continued...