[Foreword] As I left my house the other day, I drove up to the main city with thousands of thoughts racing through my head. I recalled the days when I was stuck between the world of reality and lost cause. I used this as reasoning to throw Curtis Callaway a 'life jacket'. Everyone deserves a second chance to be their best. I've had mine, and now it's his turn.
This shift in persona has been a big mistake brought upon by imbeciles and coporate parasites. Although my instance was much different than his, I can still relate. And by that relation, I felt responsible.
[Scene] The scene opens up with Josh Sutton standing in front of a desolate cement background. A cigarette hangs from his lips. He has a look brazened onto his face that could match the concrete in coldness. He takes a final drag off the cigarette then flicks it heartlessly to the ground and stamps it out.
Sutton: Bryce Stevens… Victor Blood… Everyone… They all have the wrong idea. Everyone seems to think that my advice to you, Callaway, was head games. Were they? Nay, they were not.
[Scene] Sutton draws another cigarette from his pocket and hangs it off his lips, unlit.
Sutton: The truth is, I know what’s it’s like to be lost. It’s easy to be exploited. It’s easy to be pulled into things. It’s easy to sell your soul for just a little peace at mind. Sometimes one needs another to set him back on the right path. I am the one that you need, Callaway. Whether you buy into it or not, on Wednesday, you will be made into a believer.
Sutton: There’s something inside of you that’s yearning to break free. A very something that could rock the foundation in Chaos Heat Zone. But to utilize it, you must learn to control it. Finding a way to release it will be the hard part. It could be anger… It could be coming to terms with yourself… Whatever it is, during the course of our match, we’re going to find it.
[Scene] Sutton turns and begins to walk off into the distance. After about fifty steps he turns and faces the camera.
Sutton: Callaway, I no longer look at this match as if it were lunacy. I look at it as if it were destiny. Fate is the equation that brings us together and apocalypse will be the solution. Don’t understand? That’s okay, your mind is filled with uselessness…uselessness…uselessness. Callaway, fear not, my friend. The currents are coming to set you free from the mind-rotting garbage that Team Superior have induced on you. Like it or not, on Wednesday, out comes the evil.
[Scene] Sutton pulls the pair of sunglasses over his eyes and continues his walk as the scene begins to fuzz…. More fuzz.. Even fuzzier… Black.