[Scene] The scene opens in the Holiday Inn. Josh Sutton, Victor Blood, and Fearinhell sit down in the cafe. Mini Sutton is seen at the bar, hitting on a cute blonde chick. Josh appears to be putting down stiff drinks like candy. He's staggering back and forth in a drunken sway, much like he was the other day during his exhibition with the steel chair.
Sutton: This.. This fuckin' Hulin. He thinks he's so God damn smart. He thinks he has it all figured out. He thinks it's going to be so damn easy. Well, I got news for him. I'm no walk in the park. I'm not going to be chump change. I'm the hardcore champion, damn it, and that has to account for something.
Blood: Sutton, you're drunk. Do you really deem it wise to be getting intoxicated a day and a half before the biggest match of your stay here in CHZ?
Sutton: Ah, what do you fuckin' know old man? What do you know about big matches? I made it, Vicky! I made you, sweetheart!
[Scene] Sutton blows kisses in his drunken stuper. Victor rears back his hand to deliver a well deserved slap but Fearinhell grabs it.
Fearinhell: Let it go Vic. Look at him. He's fucked up beyond all recognition. Just let it go.
Blood: I will not be disrespected in this manner, Mr. Sutton. I came with you on this journey out of respect and our past. It seems I've forgotten your utter stupidity. And for this, I am extremely disappointed in you. It seems you've not matured a day since my last departure from your side. Good luck in your match on Wednesday, Mr. Sutton. For I now bid thee farewell.
[Scene] Victor stands up, pushes his chair in, and glides off with his cane dragging the floor. Fearinhell shakes his head at Josh.
Sutton: You ever notice how that guy speaks like a homosexual sometimes. He he heh...
Fearinhell: Wow, I can't endure you like this either. You need to get your head together man. You need to get it together and fast. Because I've been watching some tapes. Hardcore Hulin isn't a pushover. He's a worthy competitor. You've said it yourself. So snap out of it and get your head back in the game. I'm going to go and try to talk some sense into Vic. For the love of God, stop drinking for tonight. Save it for the victory party.
[Scene] Fearinhell gets up and he too walks away, leaving Sutton at the table alone. He knocks back his last shot of Jack Daniels.
Sutton: Ah, fuck it. I don't need them. I don't need any of you! I can do this on my own! You know why!?
[Scene] Josh Sutton stands on top of the table, ranting.
Sutton: I'm the King! I'm the Hardcore King! I'm the Hardcore Champion, baby! I can't be stopped! I will never be stopped! Fuck you, Hardcore Hulin! Fuck you, Victor Blood! Fuck you, Fearinhell! Fuck you, barkeep! Get me another shot of Jack, right now! I'm thristy! Woo, baby! Whoa...Who..Whooaa!
[Scene] Sutton loses his balance, waving his arms wildly as the table gives away and he hits the concrete hard. He lays there momentarily until two security officers walk up. They help Josh to his feet and begin walking him toward the elevator. Sutton starts to struggle.
Security #1: Relax, Mr. Sutton. We're simply helping you to your room.
Security #2: Mr. Sutton, please stop struggling. We've been given orders to take you to your room. It's not our call.
[Scene] Sutton continues to struggle. The first security guard nods to the other. The second guard takes out his billy club and hits Josh in the back of the neck, temporarily knocking him out. They enter into Josh's room a few moments later and drop him off, exiting as we begin to fade out.