[Scene] The scene fades in to a hotel room in Indianapolis, the site of last night’s WILD. The sound of a phone ringing is heard followed by footsteps. Josh Sutton walks calmly over to the phone and picks it up. He turns and faces the camera, smirking. The hardcore title glistens on his shoulder, looking freshly polished.
Sutton: That was for you, The Hired Gun. It was reality calling, and it told me to tell you that you were full of shit.
[Scene] Sutton slams the receiver down and puts his hands on the top of his head.
Sutton: You know, big man, you put that gigantic foot in your mouth by the end of the night on Wednesday. I mean, to be honest, you were really beginning to wear on my patience. I think of all the things I value, patience is key. It takes a lot to get under my skin, but the constant leakage of bullshit, stating that I got a lucky pin over you was quickly working me tooth and nail.
Sutton: But, for the seventh time in a row, Josh Sutton strode out to that ring making claims and shoved his middle finger into the face of defeat. You almost had me, THG, but almost means jack shit when you think about it. There are a lot of almost situations in this world. For instance, when you almost win the lottery, you have five of the six numbers, but the sixth just happens to be a seven instead of an eight. Or those times when you attempt to make love to that sweet little wife of yours and ALMOST get an erection. You ALMOST pulled out an upset on me, but Victor Blood was right there to snatch it right away with his cane.
Sutton: You know, in retrospect, it was almost as if you were on a stage being booed and the ring leader pulled you off with the shepherd’s crook. Hook or crook, THG, I’ve laid you to rest on two occasions now, and it’s time to close our book. That was the final chapter because I’ve got bigger, and quite frankly better opponents to attend to.
[Scene] Sutton clears his throat and sits down on the bed, looking down at the Hardcore title that he so righteously defended.
Sutton: Hardcore Hulin, in about six days time the wait will be over, my friend. I have to be honest with you, though. I’m looking forward to this just as much as you are.
Sutton: Why? Because I crave competition. You’re the only one that’s really challenged my will since I arrived here, Hulin. You’re the only one that has threaded the needle and wove me close to a defeat. I guess I’m offering you a chance to reclaim your stakes. I’m giving you the opportunity to show me up and put an end to my reign as Hardcore champion.
Sutton: Can you do it, Hulin? Can you lace those boots up and walk down that rampway? Can you walk up those steps and in through those ropes? Can you step to the middle of the ring and look me toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye and know in the back of your head that you will be walking out with this Hardcore title around your waist? Can you do it, Hulin? Because I damn sure can. I see things from a champion’s perspective.
Sutton: The fact is, you’re always going to be the bottom of the top and the top of the bottom. There might come a day Hulin when reality grants you a tissue and allows you to capture this championship that drapes over my shoulder, a shoulder that’s held many a titles that hold more prestige than this. But believe me, by the time that day arrives I’ll be long gone from this division and reigning at the top of the World title mountain.
Sutton: You’ll be sitting down here at the bottom, scraping by as you look up to the top and curse my name for being right. A wise man once said, “you cannot stop destiny, only slow it.” This is your destiny, Hulin. You will forever go down as no-named panty jobber that tried, but failed.
[Scene] Sutton pulls the strap off his shoulder and holds it against his chest.
Sutton: Hulin, we begin our descent into chapter two of our book. But rest assured, this will be a short story. And it ends like this: On Wednesday, when the water hits and the pain surfaces there will be no where for you to go but beneath the currents of my undertow...
[Scene] Sutton nods his head in modesty.
Sutton: And that my friends is the PERFECT end...
[Scene] The scene begins to fade out to a promo montage for Hell to Pay.