[Scene] The cameras focus in on Josh Sutton, Victor Blood, and Curtis Callaway sitting in the Controlling Factor dressing room a few hours after WILD has went off the air. Callaway is sitting on the floor, the dog collar still visible around his neck. Blood is smeared across his face and a bruise rides high on his jaw and left eye. Sutton pats his head then looks to the camera with a stern, meaningful look.
Sutton: Matt Helms… Tonight, you crossed the boundaries of professionalism. You see, Curtis Callaway was simply being himself. It cannot be helped that young Carol Diamond was out of her league and element. I told her to let things be, but she persisted. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I have taken Callaway under my wing, and he’s given himself to me.
[Scene] Sutton smirks and pats Callaway again.
Sutton: I can understand your logic, Mr. Helms. I clearly see why you deemed it necessary to attack Curtis. One cannot go around attacking staff members at will. However, your actions Mr. Helms, have simply increased this man’s anger.
[Scene] Victor Blood jerks up on the dog collar, choking Callaway whom screams out in pain. A crimson liquid dribbles down his chin following a hard right hand from Sutton. Victor releases his grip and Callaway collapses to the floor.
Sutton: Tonight it was apparent that I underestimated you, Matt Scheffert. That’s something that doesn’t happen very often, and when it does, it’s fatal. But that’s okay, because we’re just getting started. The train of pain has just began and it’s picking up momentum as we move into showdown number two.
Blood: I have a bone to pick with Rex Likely. Who in the hell does this man think he is? He comes down to the ring during Curtis’ match and demands he put a legal object down! I dare say the man is a fool!
Sutton: We’ll deal with that on Wednesday as well. I think it’s about high time that the Controlling Factor sends a message that people aren’t going to soon forget.
Blood: That sounds absolutely dreadful… I like where this is going. Do continue, my friend.
[Scene] Josh shakes his head in disagreement.
Sutton: There’s plenty of time for scheming. Right now, I need you to run and get me a bucket of ice water and a towel. This burn on my back is driving me fucking crazy.
Blood: Argh… Very well. Shall I take this imbecile with me?
Sutton: He’s fine here. Now hurry before this shit gets infected.
[Scene] Victor leaves the room and Josh pulls Callaway up to his knees, slapping him across the face.
Sutton: Now listen to me, you sadistic fuck. I know Stetas is in there. I know there lies an evil in you that I need. That the Controlling Factor needs. I don’t give a good God damn what it takes to bring it out. I don’t care how hard you try to fight it. I’m going to obtain that hate inside you.
[Scene] Callaway looks at Josh with glassy eyes, the blood still dripping from his mouth. A loud smack echoes through the room as Josh’s hand once again connects with his face.
Sutton: You’re worthless! You’re a worthless bastard, Callaway! The Controlling Factor doesn’t want you! We want Stetas! Now give up! Give in! Lay down your sword and let Stetas out! I’m tired of fucking playing games with you.
[Scene] Sutton goes to hit Callaway a third time but he simply falls to the floor, unable to move. Josh shakes his head in disgust. Victor Blood returns to the room with a bucket of water and a towel over his arm. Sutton greedily takes the items as Victor kneels down beside Callaway, talking to him. Sutton ignores as he begins icing down his back. He grits his teeth as the cold meets the warmth and burns.
Sutton: Vic, bandage and tape it up. It’s time to get the hell out of this dump. We need to get this freak back to Chicago and lock him down in the dungeon…
[Scene] Blood wraps gauze around Sutton’s torso, shrouding the burns that cover it. Adding tape, Victor completes the job and Sutton throws his ‘Controlling Factor’ t-shirt on. He kicks Callaway in the shoulder lightly.
Sutton: Get up and carry my bags, jackass. It’s time to go.
[Scene] Callaway simply lays there, unmoving. At Sutton’s signal Victor jerks him to his feet. Callaway hunches over picking up the bags, laughing maniacally. Sutton sighs as they walk out and the scene begins to fade to black.