Sutton: Hit me! Hit me you fucking pussy!
[Scene] The scene fades in with a chair swinging. A loud crack follows it and the scene focuses in on Josh Sutton, wobbling around on a protective mat wearing a bright red crimson mask of blood. His partner, Dan 'Fearinhell' Baker stands in front of him holding the lacerating steel chair. The seat is covered with botches of blood. Sutton seems angered and grabs the chair from Baker.
Sutton: You son of a bitch! Who the fuck taught you how to swing a chair?!
[Scene] Before Baker can answer the chair smashes across the top of his head. Baker plummets to the mat, holding his head in pain. Sutton throws the chair down hatefully and wipes the blood out of his eyes.
Sutton: Oh, come on! I barely even tapped you! You didn’t even hit me that hard! Get up, you yellow-bellied son of a bitch. Get up or drive your pathetic little ass back to Missouri.
[Scene] Footsteps are heard from the left of the camera. It turns to see Victor Blood, whom is looking at Sutton with disdain in his eyes.
Blood: You know, m’boy, I’ve never challenged your decisions before. But this… This is just a little much, wouldn’t you say?
Sutton: A little much? No, I wouldn’t say that! I’ve gone soft Vic. I’ve forgotten what it means to be Hardcore! I’ve forgotten what it means to be working for dimes and nickels for a crowd of a hundred and fifty people. I’ve forgotten my roots and the only way to retrace the steps is to have them beaten back into me. This little bastard…
[Scene] Sutton points down to Fearinhell, who is finally starting to get up. His eyes are glassy and could possibly have a concussion.
Sutton: This little bastard here keeps holding back. He’s concerned with hitting me too hard. He’s not realizing that in less than five days I’m going to be in the ring with a man that not only won’t be concerned with hitting me too hard, but will definitely expand the horizons on the phrase ‘too hard’.
Blood: Alright, point taken.
[Scene] Sutton picks the chair back up and presses it roughly into Baker’s chest.
Sutton: Stop being so sentimental and take the chair! Take the chair and hit me as hard as you can! I need this! I want this! Give it to me, baby!
[Scene] Fear slowly grips the chair and lets it fall to his side. Sutton scowls at him furiously and points his finger.
Sutton: You have five seconds to swing that chair against my skull! If you don’t, I’m going to kick your ass all over this basement!
Fearinhell: You’re a sick fuck, you know that? I mean this is absolutely twisted man. Something in your brain is malfunctioning.
Blood: Oh, for God’s sake, give me the damn chair!
[Scene] Blood reaches forward and snatches the chair from Fearinhell’s grasp. In an almost instantaneous motion Blood winds up and swings, cracking Josh in the forehead with a shot that would put Barry Bonds to shame. Juice flies off(or maybe it was out) of Josh’s head and splatters on the wall next to him. Sutton staggers back into that very wall and slides down, trying to shake off the pain. He sits there for a moment, wincing and cussing silently. He then looks up with a malevolent gleam in his eye and smiles as the blood literally covers his face in its entirety.
Sutton: Did you see that, Danny? Did you see how hard he hit me? How care-free he was when he did it? Did you take notes? Because next time I ask you to hit me with that chair, you better hop to it like a mother fucker just stabbed you in the ass with a fork.
[Scene] Blood and Fearinhell shake their heads at each other then help Sutton to his feet. Sutton reaches up and pushes his finger through the gaping scar tissue. His face tenses up then he lets out a sigh of relief.
Fearinhell: That’s sick.. Vic, should we get him to the hospital?
Blood: I’m not sure. He seems to be…
Sutton: Hospital? It’s just a little flesh wound!
Fearinhell: Flesh wound? Sutton, you have a gaping hole in the middle of your forehead, imbecile.
Sutton: Rubbish! It’s nothing a little gauze and athletic tape won’t…
[Scene] Sutton loses his balance and tumbles to the floor. Fearinhell looks at Victor with concern. Blood shrugs and smiles.
Blood: Well, you heard the man. Let’s get this crazy bastard upstairs and tape him up.
[Scene] Blood and Fearinhell help Sutton up, holding him by the arms as they head up the stone stairway. The scene changes and we’re now in the kitchen. Blood stands next to Sutton, putting the finishing touches on a gauze wrapping. He applies several strands of athletic tape. Mini Sutton walks into the room carrying a half-gallon of 100 proof Hot Damn and a medium shot glass. Blood takes them from the midget and places them in front of Josh, who gives a half wry smile. Josh knocks the shot glass off the table and opens the bottle, tilting it back. After three large gulps, Sutton puts the bottle down and seems to be literally steaming from the ears.
Blood: Just like old times.
Sutton: It could be the blood loss or the alcohol speaking for me, but I think… I think I’m back.
Fearinhell: Just like old times… Somebody better warn Hardcore Hulin…
[Scene] Fearinhell walks over to the table and puts his hand out. Victor Blood smirks and puts his hand on top.
Blood: Because the end is near...and as you hear the water break, the evening blue…
[Scene] Sutton puts his bloody hand on top of the other two and sighs.
Sutton: You will know… that the currents are coming for you.
[Scene] The scene begins to fade out with Current’s Haven discussing their game plan for next Wednesday. Fade…. To… Black..