[Foreword] I worked the final show in Dallas that night, main eventing against Crimson Mask Wrestling world champion, Sydd Tenacious in a non-title match. He's a helluva athlete for being 7'1", 385 pounds. He throws a stiff punch too, as I haven't been able to properly close my jaw for a few hours now. Together Victor and I drove back to his estate. Afamiliar red Jaguar of the past was sitting in Blood's driveway. I knew right away that my prayers had been answered. St. Louis' own Fearinhell had graced us with his presence.
I suppose I should fill you in on who exactly Fearinhell is. You see, back in the 90s, I'd say around 1995, I was working for dimes and nickels in the indies and the big bucks over in Japan. Any way... I got a call from Vic around that time, and he said he had a kid that could 'really go' down in Chicago. "The future of the business" ol' Vic referred to him as. Vic asked me if I'd come down to Chicago and throw in a hand or two with his training process. I, still in debt to Victor, of course agreed.
So I get to Chicago, and come to find out, this kid, Daniel Baker, ain't half bad. In fact, he's pretty damn good. He lacks a little discipline, but combined, Vic and I changed that pretty quick. In fact, everything with Fear went pretty quick. It was as if he was a learning machine. He picked up on things with insane pace, and soon he was on the road with me and Victor.
He had the skills, he had the charisma, but he had no gimmick. It was during a late night chat about death that we came up with a harmonizing name for him. Fear In Hell, as in Fear in the Abyss. Catchy, eh?
His taste for the sport was always bitter. He could never fit into a certain groove. After a career-ending knee injury, he became my bodyguard. And from 1997 through 1999, we set the world of wrestling on Fire along with Victor Blood and a few others in the unholy alliance of Current's Haven. When it came to the indies, none were more feared, none were more respected.
Near the end of the Haven's run, Victor opened up Crimson Mask Wrestling and Fear eventually opened up his own Gym in St. Louis.
Unfortunately for them and their current careers, it was time for that old Haven horse to pull itself up, and ride again. I guess you could say.. We're the Seabiscuit of stables.
[Scene] Sutton and Blood enter onto thr scene and walk into the living room. A man, wearing a black casual suit with red trim. He sips on a glass of scotch. He looks up at Josh, shakes his head, and quickly downs the rest of the scotch before slamming the glass down on the coffee table.
Fearinhell: Sutton, this better be damn important. Unlike you, I don't have money to be throwing around. I'm barely scraping by with that shitshack of a gym I'm running in Shithole, Missouri.
Sutton: You still have a way with words, eh Fear?
Fearinhell: Cut out the flattery and let's get to the gravy. As I've said, I'm a busy man, and I don't have the finances to stand around and chit-chat with old pals.
Sutton: Alright, let me put it this way. How would you like to be paid to stand around and chit-chat with old friends?
[Scene] Fearinhell's eyes light up as he puts his fingers to his chin, stroking his goatee in thought. Josh smirks and sits down in Victor's expensive throne chair.
Fearinhell: Alright, you've got my attention. What's your plan?
Sutton: I've talked to Vic about this already, Fear. I'm offering both of you the chance to saddle up the old Haven horse and ride it into the sky.
Fearinhell: So you just want us to drop our shit and tour around the country with you? What if we're happy with what we're doing?
Sutton: Happiness isn't a destination, it's a journey. And that's exactly what I'm asking you boys to do. Journey with me up to the top of the ladder, to the top of the mountain, and then to the stars. Victor, you've been there before. Fear, you've been there before. I've been there before. And I don't know about you boys, but I'm DYING to go back!
Fearinhell: God damn, Sutton, you've always been a master debator.
Blood: Ahem...
[Scene] Sutton and Fear simultaneously look over at Blood, who stands calm and collective.
Blood: I think, young Daniel, before we make any hasty decisions, we should hold this in thought. Though it looks good on paper, it may not work out. The glory days are over Sutton. We're all older now. Atleast I am. I'm nearing fifty-seven, Josh. I'm not even sure I'm capable of going out on the road again.
Sutton: Never thought I'd see the day when Victor Blood packed his balls up and stayed out of the spotlight. WILD is in two days, boys. Indianapolis, Indiana. I've got my first Hardcore Title defense against The Hired Gun. I'd love for you guys to show up and cheer me onto victory. But hey, I'm an understanding and caring individual. If you deem your lives to be more important than the cause of the Current, then so be it. I'm outta here. I hope to see you on Wednesday. You show up, we'll rekindle the fire, and burn that motherfucker to the ground.
[Scene] Sutton picks up his bag by the door and exits the scene. Victor and Fearinhell look at eachother in a concerned manner as the scene begins to fade to black.